Greaser!

Spencer Reid came skittering into the conference room.

"Sorry, I'm so sorry I'm late! I got…stuck in…." he trailed off as he saw the pictures or the victims. He walked over to the board and trailed his fingertips down the faces in the photographs.

"Lightning…..Tempest…."

"Reid?" his partner, Derek Morgan, asked softly, moving to lay a hand on Reid's shoulder.

"I know them…." He said quietly, tears starting to form in his eyes. His senior officers, Jason Gideon and Aaron Hotchner, looked up in surprise.

"That's impossible Reid," Hotch said gently. "They are from Las Vegas, but they're also part of a gang called the Greasers so…."

Reid whipped around, a fierce look in his eyes.

"Stop! Stop right there! It just so happens that that GANG is my family!" All of his co-workers were taken aback by that statement.

"Reid, everyone in this unit has had extensive background checks. If you had a criminal record, you wouldn't be working here." Penelope Garcia pointed out from her seat next to the door. Reid laughed.

"Of course I don't have a record, we're not a gang. We're just a group of runaways who live together in a legally owned warehouse. We began being called a gang because individuals in the group had records, but we accepted them anyway. We didn't discriminate. If you needed help, Rat took you in. These two were some of the last remaining original members. Jesus "Lightning" Martinez (a/n it is pronounced hey-zues not Jesus) and Alice "Tempest" Martins. They've been going together for as long as I can remember." He gazed at the man sadly. "Lightning potty trained me and Tempest taught me how to tie my shoes." When he turned around he had a glint in his eye. "We have to find their killer."

"We will Spenc, we will."

Spencer Reid, Derek Morgan, Penelope Garcia, Elle Greenway, Jennifer Jareau, Jason Gideon and Aaron Hotchner were all on the plane to Las Vegas. The others were listening to Reid explain how the Greasers interacted with each other and the outside world when Morgan interrupted with an obvious problem.

"How are we gonna get inside to find out the things we need to know to profile the unsub? They don't really seem to trust…what did you say they called us Reid? The fuzz?"

"I'm going to get you in." Reid said. "Which reminds me, I have to change back into Specks." Reid grabbed his bag and walked to the bathroom. Morgan turned to Hotch, puzzled.

"Why do they all have nicknames?" Hotch thought about it for a minute.

"I'd imagine it's for security reasons. If you don't know someone's name you can't turn them in."

"That's exactly what it is." Said a voice behind them. They turned and came face to face with "Specks" Reid for the first time. Reid had abandoned his signature sweater vest for a black hoodie over a tattered t-shirt. He wore jeans that were a bit too big for him and had holes in the knees. He had a more relaxed stance, standing with his hands in his pockets and he wore black eye-liner and, if you looked closely, you could just make out a thin layer of mascara. He looked amazing. He sat down across from Morgan and he noticed that he wore a ring made of woven metal strands and a bracelet woven out of string. Reid noticed Morgan staring at them and smiled.

"They were graduation presents from my brother." He said, worrying the ring on his finger.

"You have a brother?" Gideon asked, looking surprised. "He wasn't in your file."

"He wouldn't be," Reid said, smiling bitterly. "My parents legally disowned him the second he took me in. I didn't like being a freak in my own home so I ran away to him and Rat. I liked living with them. They treated me like the kid I was and didn't expect anything else from me." The sad look returned to his eyes. "We have to find the unsub before they get him or Rat or anyone else in my family."

The team stepped out of the jet. Morgan felt a little uneasy without his gun, which he left on the plane. He had to pretend to be Reid's lover, so he had to relinquish his weapon. He had kept his badge on him against Reid's wishes. The others would follow them at a safe distance. When Reid felt it was time he would tell Rat the truth and they would get their job done.

Reid took Morgan's arm and led him down an alley.

"Why did I have to be the one to pretend to be gay with you?"

He asked through gritted teeth.

"Because you're my partner." Reid said with a smirk. "It's your job to take care of me." He lead Morgan down the alley and out onto a back street. He steered him toward a small diner to their left. As the walked through the front door Morgan had his first look at what it really meant to be poor. Everything was peeling, the dishes were stained and chipped, and the people who were eating there were dressed in odds and ends. There was one table by the door where a family sat. The parents were looking very tired and one of the children had no shoes. The cook came out to wait the table and, noticing the child's bare feet, walked back to the kitchen and returned with a small pair of sneakers. The parents smiled and the child thanked him. The man shook his head and took their orders returning a few minutes later with the food. Reid led Morgan over to the low counter at the front of the diner. The rest of the team came through the front door dressed in civies. They took a seat at the table closest to were the partners were sitting. The other man, who had been behind the counter, came around to take their orders. Reid banged his hand on the counter and Hotch looked worried as the tall cook came over to silence the racket.

"The service here stinks." Reid informed the much larger man.

"Reid!" cried Morgan, beginning to panic. The cook looked shocked for a moment, looking from Reid to Morgan. Then he laughed.

"I should have know it was you poppet." He reached across the counter to ruffle Reid's hair. "No one but Rat's protégé and of course Rat himself would be stupid enough to talk to me like that." His eyes narrowed as he took in their co-workers.

"Why don't you invite your fuzz friends over to sit with you?"

Reid inhaled sharply.

"W-What do you mean, Alistair? I don't know them." Alistair laughed bitterly.

"If you're going to lie to me, at least make it convincing Spencer. He was my prosecutor in the B and E charge a few years ago."

Reid closed his eyes in defeat, exhaling through his nose.

"Are you gonna tell Rat?"

"Tell Rat what?" he asked smiling. Reid smiled back and the rest of the team decided it was safe to join them at the counter. Alistair gave a small bow to Hotch.

"Agent Hotchner." Hotch nodded his head in greeting. He took their orders and made the food quickly. Despite the surroundings the food was delicious and meticulously prepared. He was a wonderful cook and made conversation with them as he made food for the other people at the tables. They were introduced to the other man, Maree , who had been behind the counter. He was Alistair's lover it turned out and seemed to be the only one who was able to control his sick sense of humor. He looked worried at their plan to infiltrate the Greasers.

"Rat won't take kindly to betrayal."

Reid looked a little worried but shrugged it off. Gideon got up to pay for their food and was laughed at by Alistair.

"Your money's no good here. Spencer's friends are our friends."

Reid smiled at led them toward the door.

"Good Luck" whispered Alistair as the door closed behind them.