Title: Progeny

Rating: M (eventually)

Warning: May (eventually) suggest some situations that might not be suitable for immature audiences.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the characters that come from my own imagination. All others belong to the wonderful writers of Criminal Minds.

Author's Note: Read and Review please.

Progeny

Spencer Reid slowly read the e-mail he'd received Monday afternoon at his BAU address. True, he could read twenty thousand words a minute, but when he saw who it was from, he wanted to make sure he read every word.

Spencer,

I hope you don't mind, but I got your e-mail address from my dad. I know it's been 13

years since we last saw each other, and you probably haven't thought about me since,

but something's come up and I need to see you. I will be in Virginia Friday afternoon.

Meet me at the Amtrak station at 1:30. Please Spencer, it is really important that I talk

to you.

Sara

He sighed. Sara Michaels. It had been thirteen years since he'd seen her, but she was wrong. He thought of her every day. How could he not, she was his first real love. Hell, she was his only love. He'd been fourteen, and her father was his academic advisor. Spencer had gone in to discuss graduate school options, and she was in her father's office begging him to let her go to a school dance. Dr. Michaels's argument against her attending was the fact that she did not have an escort. Her argument was that she was the new girl and it was a great opportunity to get to know her classmates in a social setting.

FLASHBACK

"Come on, Daddy. Please? You're being as repressive as Mom. You know what she's like, all of her rules. She basically held me prisoner. It's the reason I begged you to let me come live with you. It's just a dance. I'll be home by eleven. Please?"

Young Spencer, who'd been listening outside the open door, tripped as he tried to leave and ended up falling into the office.

"Spencer, are you alright?" Dr. Michaels asked, getting up from his desk.

Spencer awkwardly got up, blushing at his embarrassment. "I'm … I'm fine. I … uh … I didn't mean to interrupt."

"No, no interruption at all. Spencer Reid, this is my daughter, Sara. Sara, Spencer here is your age."

Sara looked at him. "You don't go to my school, do you?"

Spencer was stunned into silence. All he could do was shake his head no.

"Spencer is in his senior year here at Cal Tech."

Sara's eyebrows rose. "Wow, that's cool."

Cool. The most beautiful girl he'd ever seen just said that he being a freak of nature was cool. He grinned. "It's … it's nice to … to meet you, … Sara."

Her face suddenly brightened. "How about if he takes me?" she asked her father.

"Sara," her father sighed.

"It's perfect. Come on Daddy, you know him." She turned to Spencer. "You'll go with me, won't you?"

"I … uh …" Spencer looked to Dr. Michaels for help.

"It'll be fun. Please?" she begged.

Dr. Michaels deferred to the young man. "If you wouldn't mind taking may daughter to her dance, I would be grateful."

Spencer was flustered. "Uh … sure. Yeah," he nodded.

END FLASHBACK

He was completely lost in his memories as he felt something hit him in the back of the head. "What?"

"Hotch wants us in the conference room," Morgan grinned. "Where were you?"

"Pasadena," he said as he rose from his chair, "a long time ago."

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"So take this time to rejuvenate. It's been a rough year on all of us," Hotch picked up the files in front of him. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to book a flight to Florida. Jack's had a rough year too, and I think spending some quality time with Mickey Mouse will do him good."

Spencer looked at his watch. He had just enough time to get down to the station to meet Sara. "I'm going to head out early. I'm meeting an old … a friend. I'll see you all in two weeks." He walked out of the conference room.

"I wonder what that's about?" Prentiss watched him leave.

Derek shook his head. "Something about Pasadena."

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Sara Michaels stepped off the train. After three days of traveling, 36 hours on the train and two layovers, she was exhausted, but she was on a mission. Everything was riding on this mission.

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Spencer was staring at the arrival board. The only information he had was that she'd be there at 1:30. There were three trains coming in around that time, one from Pasadena, one from Chicago, and one from Houston. She'd mentioned her father, so she was probably coming from California. He headed down to the platform to await her arrival.

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Sara, her backpack on her shoulder, looked around. He wasn't there. She took a deep breath. Her father told her of all of Spencer's accomplishments. It didn't surprise her. Nothing about Spencer surprised her. What if he didn't want to see her? What if … No. She couldn't think that way. If he didn't show up, she'd go to the FBI building. She had to talk to him.

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"So she wasn't coming from Pasadena." He rubbed his face. "Chicago or Houston?" He thought back to the thousands of conversations he and Sara had when they were teenagers. When her parents divorced, they'd lived in a small town 40 miles outside of Houston. Houston, her mother lived in Houston with her second husband. Spencer ran as fast as he could toward the other side of the station.

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She knew what he looked like. She'd "googled" him. He'd changed … a lot.

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Spencer slid to a stop on the Houston platform. Other than a few employees, it appeared vacant. He looked at his watch. It was nearly 2:00. "Damn it!" He pulled out his phone, pressed one number, and waited for Garcia to pick up.

"You have reached the all knowing, all seeing oracle also known as Penelope Garcia, whacha need kiddo?"

"I need you to find a cell phone number for me."

"Sure. Name?"

"Sara Michaels. Her provider will probably be from the Houston area."

"Okay, gimme a few, and I'll call you right back."

Reid clicked his phone off. He found a bench and sat down. His mind was racing as he started to remember again.

FLASHBACK

"I had a nice time, Spencer. Thanks for taking me."

"I'm sorry about the whole … dancing thing. I warned you that I wasn't very good."

She smiled, "I didn't go there to dance. I just wanted to do something normal teenagers do. My mom thinks that all teenagers are up to no good. The only reason boys and girls go out is to drink, do drugs, or have sex. So if she kept me prisoner, homeschooling me, and scheduling me every minute of the day, I wouldn't become a statistic."

"So that's why you came to live with your father?"

She nodded. "What about you? Where do you come from?"

Spencer swallowed. "Las Vegas. I, uh, I live with my mom. Well, right now I live in a dorm, but when I'm not in school, I live with my mom."

As they walked down the street toward faculty housing, Sara grabbed Spencer's hand, lacing her fingers through his.

"Are you close to your mom?"

"Yeah," his voice squeaked. "I mean, since Dad left, it's just the two of us."

"I guess you miss her, huh?" She stopped walking.

He nodded. "But it's kind of cool being on my own. I do go home twice a month to check on her."

She smiled. "That's sweet." She licked her lips. "Can I kiss you?"

"What?" His voice cracked again.

"Close your eyes."

He did.

END FLASHBACK

He smiled at the memory. Her lips were wet and warm.

"Spencer?"

He looked up at the woman standing in front of him. "Sara Michaels."