Spencer’s Secret

Title: Spencer’s Secret
Author: rivermoon1970
Fandom:    Criminal Minds, Elementary
: Spencer Reid, Aaron Hotchner, Morland Holmes, BAU Team, Sherlock Holmes
Pairings: Aaron Hotchner/Spencer Reid
Genre: Hidden Identity
Rating: General
Series: None
Beta: None
Word Count: 2058
Tags: Spencer is a Holmes, Secret Identity, Slash
Warnings: None

Spencer has been hiding a secret, one he was trying to keep secret. That was till his real father showed up at his office, that father being Morland Holmes. Now Spencer’s whole life might be compromised.

Spencer walked into the BAU a few minutes late, well late for him anyway, and rushed over to his desk. He was getting his things set down when he heard a voice that made his face blanch.

“I thank you very much Agent Hotchner, now if you could just direct me where it would be most advantageous to wait.”

“You can wait in the conference room Mr. Holmes. I’m sure…and it seems he’s here.” Spencer swallowed hard and knew, if he went up those stairs, his whole life was going to change. Everyone would know why he never talked about his childhood and the secret that he kept deep down inside him.

When he looked up towards the landing and his eyes took in the person standing there he knew his expression darkened and he stiffened. Before he did anything though, he took out his cell phone and walked away.

He knew Aaron was going to have a lot of questions. He also knew the man would give him a few minutes before he followed to find out what was going on.  He dialed a well-used number when he got to a quieter place on the floor away from the bullpen.

Holmes,” The voice on the other end of the line answered.

“Why the hell didn’t you warn me? How did he find me? Did you tell him? And if you did, why? Why would you tell him where I’m at? This just means that he’ll find Mother and you promised Sherlock, you promised to keep us safe….” He was rambling, he knew he was rambling, but he couldn’t keep it all in. When the person on the other line cut him off he tried to calm down.

I take it Father is there.”

“Well who the hell else would it be? Mycroft went to ground and even with my considerable resources I can’t find him. Neither could Emily. So, did you do this?”

No, Spencer I did not. And I am rather offended that you would think I would give Father your location after I sincerely promised that I wouldn’t. Have I not always protected you?”

Spencer closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

“Yes, yes you have. I’m sorry, it’s just, everything is going to come out and I’m not ready. Why is he even here?”

“I don’t know Spencer, I have a vague idea and you aren’t going to like it. Do you need me to come there? Watson and I can be on the next train down there. We’d also be delighted to actually meet your team. You’ve been promising us an introduction for a while now.”

Spencer leaned against the wall as his heart and head both pounded. He was about to say something when he heard footsteps and almost instinctively knew who it was.

“I have to go. Yes, fine come down. Text me what train you’re on and I’ll make arrangements to come get you.”

“Good. And I promise you, I had nothing to do with Father finding you.”

“Okay. I believe you, we’ll see you in a few hours.” Spencer ended the call and stared at Aaron and knew his lover, his fiance had a lot of questions. He looked at Aaron as he slipped his phone in his pocket. “I know you have questions, but I’m not ready to answer them. I’m going to go talk to him and see what he wants.” Spencer straightened-up and stalked back to the bullpen.


“Not yet, but I will explain,” he said as he took the stairs two at a time. He just crossed to the conference room and didn’t even look to see if the man followed him. When the man walked inside Spencer shut and locked the conference room door.

“How did you find me?” He kept a steady, hard gaze on the man and crossed his arms.

“Spencer, I’ve known for a while now.”

“What are you doing here?” Spencer’s voice was hard and biting, he wasn’t going to give the man an inch.

“Is it all that terrible that I wanted to see what my youngest son was up to?”

“More like you want to take credit for any accomplishments that I have made in my life. I have a good life here Father,” Spencer said the title like it was something foul in his mouth. “And I don’t want you here ruining it.”

“Spencer, I’m not here to ruin anything, I can assure you. I am here just to see my son.”

“That’s all?” Spencer didn’t trust him, didn’t trust him at all.

“I promise you son, that is all. And, I’m here to give you something. Think of it as a belated present for all of my absences.”

“What price am I going to have to pay?”

“Why do all my son’s think that there is a price for my generosity?”

“Because there is.” Spencer glared, hard.

“I want to know what happened to Diana. I buried an empty coffin. You and your brother’s were very clever, but I figured it out, eventually.”

“No. You leave Mother alone. You are partially responsible for how far she fell into her schizophrenia. And telling Sherlock it was an opium addiction was just unconscionable. Yes Father, he called me to confirm. I protected her, I took care of her when what you wanted was to lock her away in an apartment and forget she ever existed. I won’t let you near her. And, if you do find her and you do go I will throw your ass in jail for harassment. Do I make myself clear?”

“Well, it seems you have grown a spine after all. Maybe the Federal Bureau of Investigations has been good for you.” Morland Holmes grinned at Spencer, an almost predatory look on his face. “I will leave you for now. But, this discussion is not over.” The man turned and walked to the door, unlocking it, he turned back to Spencer, “Spencer, for what it is worth I have missed you son.” He then stepped out and Spencer heard him saying his goodbye’s to Aaron and whoever else had come into the office. He fell into one of the chairs and slumped forward putting his head in his hands as he tried to get himself under control.

It wasn’t long before the team piled into the room and they were all looking at Spencer.

“Spencer, what is going on?” Aaron sat next to him and laid a hand on his arm. He flinched back and stood, pacing.

“I expect you all met the man who just left?”

Everyone said yes, but it was Emily who pointed out one little detail that everyone else seemed to ignore.

“Spencer, why do you have a London accent?”

“Shit.” Spencer deflated as he leaned back in the chair. “I guess I should just get it all out at once. My real name isn’t Spencer Matthew Reid, it’s Spencer William Holmes. My father is Morland Holmes.” He looked over and saw Emily’s eyes widen in shock. “Yes, Emily, that Morland Holmes.” He stood and paced, his hands twining and untwining.

“My brother’s are Sherlock and Mycroft. I was an oops. My mother’s schizophrenia worsened after I was born and Father, well he used it against us. He’s a manipulative bastard who always wants us to be the good little boys we should be. He’s generous, but there is always a price to pay for that generosity. Mycroft and Sherlock are 17 and 15 years older than me. When I was ten, we hatched an elaborate plan to get me and Mother, to the US safely. Don’t worry I am a citizen. It took a while but we were able to get special circumstance status and then citizenship. Mother had met and remarried and that’s when I became Spencer Reid.”

Aaron sat there watching and scrutinizing his lover for a moment, Reid knew he was looking for the lies.

“That’s why you were so angry with William. He didn’t stay very long then, did he?”

“No, mom had gotten worse and I knew I needed to take care of her. Sherlock and Mycroft were sneaking me money every month on top of mom’s pension from the University. She really did teach 14th century literature, but it wasn’t at UNLV, it was at Oxford.”

“Holy shit,” Emily just gaped at Spencer. “That’s quite the achievement.”

“Yes, it was. She’s brilliant and we did what we did to protect her. Father saw her as flawed, broken, someone to hide away, but he had a twisted kind of love for her. He used her against us to do what he wanted us to.” Spencer had stood and was leaning back against the wall and swallowed. “There’s also something else I should tell you, both my brother’s are addicts. Sherlock, it was heroin, Mycroft, it was alcohol. If Hankel had never gotten to me, I believe, my theory is, it would have been inevitable.” He looked-up to see the shocked looks on his friends faces. He never talked about his addiction, but they needed to understand.

“Spencer, why did you keep this a secret from us for so long?” Aaron narrowed his eyes and tried not to feel betrayed and upset.

Spencer took a few moments to get himself under control. He cleared his throat and mentally worked to get himself back to being Spencer Reid.

“I was protecting my Mom. Not that any of you would go behind my back to contact my father, but I, I just couldn’t risk him finding her. She’ll spiral, even on the meds. He will hurt her and I can’t, we can’t take that chance.”

Aaron stood, he didn’t care that they were in the office, he pulled Spencer into his arms and held him close.

“We won’t let him, okay? I just have one question, how did your Mother get a divorce? I have a feeling Mr. Holmes isn’t the type of man to let go so easily.”

Spencer pulled out of Aaron’s arms and had a wicked smile on his face.

“When I say Sherlock is even smarter than I am, I’m not exaggerating. We would drive Mycroft crazy with our inventions, or friendly competitions. Mycroft never got that it was friendly, his competitions with Sherlock were way too serious. But, I won’t ramble on about my childhood. Sherlock tricked father into signing the divorce papers, making him believe they were some deal; Normally father would read through every contract word for word, but that day, Sherlock caught him off guard. He was in a rush, and Sherlock insisted. All he had to say was that he had an interest in father’s business and he was all over Sherlock. It’s the one thing he always wanted. One of us to follow in his footsteps. He won’t ever show his weakness, but I can guarantee that me being an FBI agent is making him insanely crazy.”

“You’re father has his hands in a lot of things Reid.”

“Oh I know. And, I wouldn’t be surprised if he had something to do with Doyle, but you’ll never find the connection. He’s behind so much global manipulation I haven’t even had a chance to keep up with it. Morland Holmes is manipulative and craves power. You’ll never see him coming, but you’ll never be able to catch him. He buries his illegal activities so far in between his legal ones not even Interpol’s White Collar has been able to crack his business dealings.

“Look, I’m Spencer Reid. Morland is even less of a father to me than William Reid. I just don’t know why he’s here. He wants something, and it isn’t even about my mother.”

“We could work a profile on him.” Rossi was mulling over what Spencer had told them and had a faraway look on his face.

“Don’t you think I’ve already done that? Narcissistic, manipulative, power hungry, brilliant. He can slither into any business dealing and turn it around to his favor. He’s not a con man, doesn’t have to be because whatever he promises, he delivers on and you don’t want to know things he’s promised. Oh, between Sherlock and myself we could speculate, postulate and correlate to our hearts content but we’ll never find a shred of evidence against him.