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A/n I've been working on this for most of the summer. It's nearly finished so you will see daily updates.

Warning: I'm not a mental health professional, nor do I know all there is to know about multiple personality disorder. This will not be true to a real case of multiple personality disorder. This is my take on what might happed if Reid had another personality and he had to hide it from the team to keep his job. There will be a case and a new girl for Reid to complicate matters.

Him

"That's fifty you owe me," The tall, wavy haired man said.

"I don't pay up to cheaters," said the heavyset man wearing a green tee shirt that stretched over his gut.

"I wasn't cheating," The tall man said. Smoke eddied around them in competition for clean air. The jukebox changed songs to an old country and western tune about Delta Dawn and her faded flower. The tall man smiled. "I told you I haven't played pool for years. It must be all luck."

"We don't take kindly to hustlers here," said the fat man's shorter and fatter friend.

"Why don't we play double or nothing?" The tall man suggested. "Surely you won't say no to a chance to win your money back?"

"Why don't we beat the money out of you instead?" The first man tried to throw a punch.

The tall man grabbed his hand in mid decent and yanked his thumb had hard enough to hyper-extend the tendons. The fat man screamed in pain, falling to his knees.

The fat man's friends whipped his cue through the air at the tall man's head. The tall man ducked under the cue and slammed his fist into the man's gut. He grabbed the cue as the man fell. The fat man reached out with his unhurt hand his eyes blazing. The tall man whipped the cue across the back of the man's shoulder.

"That's enough," A very large bouncer grabbed the fat man's companion.

"This your bull dog," The fat man asked.

"I'm no one's bull dog," Said Darryl the bouncer. "He saved my life once so back off or I'll let him teach you a lesson."

The tall man laughed. "Now Darryl, don't go scaring these two, they're harmless."

"Get out of here. I see either of you in here again and you'll wish you'd never come back." Darryl promised them as he cracked the knuckles of his huge hands.

The two men left so fast they tripped over each other. The tall man roared with laughter. "Thanks for the help."

"You didn't need it, but I was getting bored." Darryl said.

"Buy you a drink?" The tall man offered.

Darryl clapped him across the back. "I'm not supposed to drink on the job. I can't crack heads if I'm drunk."

"In that case, I think it's time to move on and find some company." The tall man said.

Darryl laughed. "Like you've ever had trouble with the ladies." He winked and indicated the door. "Have fun."

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The heavy bass backbeat dominated the metal music that blasted through the huge one room bar. He leaned against the oak wood of the bar, most of his weight on his right arm and elbow, and watched people dance. His eyes roamed over the room looking for a face he liked. One young woman wearing a purple camisole and black jeans smiled at him. He smiled back, but moved his eyes from her face to another group of women in one of the booths across the floor.

One of the women studied him, her deep black eyes held his gaze like a powerful magnet. The rest of the room, the music and other women ceased to exist as he watched her take a slow sip of her drink. He raised the glass of whiskey he drank in salute to her. He didn't see the couples, the groups of women and smaller groups of men that constantly moved around him and blocked his view of her eyes.

"What's she drinking?" The tall, wavy haired man asked Raul the bar tender.

"Corona with lime," he said.

"Get me one. I'll take it over to her."

Raul smirked at him and slid an ice cold long necked bottle down the bar. The man caught it easily and pushed away from the bar.

"Go get her." Raul said over the music and the crowd.

The man paused to wink at his friend then began making his way through the gyrating crowd to his beautiful new conquest.

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"He's coming over here Monique," Sandra said.

"I can see that." Monique took a last long pull on her beer.

"Be careful," Maria advised. "I've heard stories about him."

"I've heard the same stories. I'm hoping they're true." She said looking his long lean body up and down as he wound his way through the crowd with catlike grace.

"You hope for a one night stand." Sandra remarked as she fiddled with her gold chain bracelet.

"It's Friday night, pre-med is making me crazy, and I need some stress relief."

"Just be careful," Sandra hissed just before he joined them.

"Hello ladies," he said his eyes only on Monique. "Raul said you like Corona. I hope you don't mind that I took the liberty."

"I'm glad you did." She took the beer from his hand and drained half of it off. "Would you like to dance?" She took hold of the blood red polo shirt he wore and tugged him toward the dance floor.

The song changed just as they joined the rest of the dancers on the floor. The beat accelerated as she began to move as sinuously as a snake in her low cut siren red dress and matching heels. He stepped up close to her and put a hand on her hip as he matched her movements so that they resembled to snakes in a mating dance.

"You move like water over rocks." He said in her ear.

The spicy scent of his aftershave sent little chills up her back. He turned her around so that her back rested flush against his chest. His hands guided her hips so they slowly gyrated against his body as the music pounded around them and the dance floor filled with those eager to lose themselves from the dreariness of their lives.

He slid his hands around her waist and up to her breasts. "So the stories I've heard about you are true." She sighed, leaning back into him as his hips ground into her back.

"What have you heard?" He asked with a laugh in his voice.

"That you never leave here with the same woman twice. That you don't have relationships, just very passionate one night stands." She practically had to yell, but no one seemed to notice their conversation or the way his hands took their liberties with her body in the middle of the dance floor.

He kissed her neck with lips that felt like warm silk. "The stories are true. Does that bother you?"

"No… I'm not looking for true love tonight."

He spun her around to look at him. His eyes twinkled down at her with mischief and lust as he led her threw the crowd. The music changed again as they found the door to the outside and the waiting black sky and stars.

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He opened his eyes to a splitting headache and a sun-filled unfamiliar room. Panic set blood crashing through his veins as the adrenaline pushed the fog out of his head. The walls were painted light rose and right above his head was a still life painting of creamy pink and white roses. He rolled to his back and froze as someone else moved next to him with a little snuffling noise.

Oh God… It had happened again. He looked to his right and nearly jumped off the bed in shock despite knowing what he would see. She lay asleep with her black hair half covering her beautiful face. Her shoulders were bare and the color of light coffee.

Damn it!

He carefully pulled back the covers and groaned. His own, unclothed body jumped out into goose pimples at the cool air in the room. First priority was to find his clothes. He looked around frantically and found jeans hanging over the arm of a glider rocker in one corner of the room. He pulled them off the chair and began looking for his boxers as he kept one eye on a woman he didn't know.

The boxers were lying next to a short red silk dress with spaghetti straps. He looked over at the woman again. She'd turned over in her sleep so that her long hair fell away from her face. She truly was beautiful. He blushed scarlet and yanked on his boxers. He pulled on the blue jeans and the polo shirt he found at the foot of her bed. His hands shook hard by the time he pulled on the socks and shoes. His control was slipping again. Why? He'd been able to keep his two halves melded and happy for years. Why now?

"I won't let you destroy my life." He hissed under his breath.

"You can't stop me. I like being free."

"Stop it," Reid said angrily. "She'll hear us."

She rolled over to her side again so he grabbed his phone from the floor and hurried out of the room. It took him a minute but he found the outside door.

"Don't worry about her. She only wanted a taste not the entire banquet."

"Shut up!"

"I don't think so. You're the one that doesn't know how to have fun or be free. I give us that."

He hurried down the corridor of the apartment building and into the elevator, his heart racing hard. "Please just leave me alone."

"You don't get it! I can't leave you alone. We are the same. Get used to it."

He was lucky, no one got on the elevator and no one passed him in the entrance hallway as he left the building for the sunny day outside.

His apartment had never looked as good as it did that early Saturday morning. He hurried up to the fifth floor and down the quiet white painted hallway to the last door on the left and his northeast facing apartment. He had to fumble his keys into the lock three times before the door opened. It slipped from his shaking hands and banged against the white painted wall with a bang he was sure could be heard all over the building. He shut off the alarm and shut the door. He stood with his back against the door breathing in and out as if he'd just run a mile.

"My name is Spencer James Reid." He said aloud.

The room in front of him was his living room, filled with books and a large plasma screen television. The recognizable and old furniture brought here from his mother's house began soothing the pounding of his heart. He hurried into the bathroom and stared into the mirror over his white porcelain sink.

"You can't keep me hidden forever."

"My name is Spencer James Reid."

"You need me!"

"Please just go away."

He closed his eyes and waited in his self-imposed darkness for him to go away. The other voice fell silent and he was alone in his head again. He took a deep breath and stripped off his clothes for a shower. If he could just have this day without a case, he could force him back into submission again and everything would be okay.