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Anyone interested in a Crossover fic between Criminal minds and Navy CIS ?👀

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The other Reid

(I also post on ao3 under @maro4587)

The team is seated around the round table, files open, coffee steaming.

A strange energy is in the air ….not quite tension, but curiosity.

Morgan leans back in his chair, arms crossed. “Alright, Reid. You’ve been twitchy all morning. What’s going on?”

Reid, seated next to Prentiss and pretending to read a report, glances up over his glasses.

“I’m not twitchy,” he says defensively, blinking faster than usual. “I’m just… anticipating.”

“Anticipating what?” Rossi asks, half-smiling. “Another trivia showdown? New book out?”

“No,” Reid mumbles, straightening the folders compulsively. “My brother’s coming to visit.”

A beat of silence.

Then:

“Your what?!” multiple voices chime in unison.

“You have a brother?” JJ blinks.

“You never said anything,” Emily adds, stunned.

Hotch just raises an eyebrow. “You’ve worked here for over a decade, Reid.”

Reid looks mildly panicked. “Well, it’s not like he’s around often! He’s… different. We’re not that close…sure we are twins but . I mean…..we are, but not in a conventional way. He’s… artistic.”

Before anyone can ask more, the bullpen suddenly gets louder.

Garcia peeks in from the hallway, practically glowing with excitement.

“You guys,” she hisses theatrically. “There’s a hipster wizard clone of spencer in the lobby asking for our Doctor Reid.”

Spencer gets up quickly, adjusting his cardigan.“That’s him,” he says under his breath.

They all follow.

The team emerges to see the man standing by the elevator , looking around the place.

Reid clears his throat.“Matthew.”

The man turns. And it’s like looking at an alternate universe version of Reid…slightly taller…Looser… More confident. His grin is crooked but warm.

“Spence!” he exclaims, pulling him into a hug.

The team stares.

“Oh my god,” Garcia whispers. “He’s you. But like… you if you were in an indie band and drank mushroom tea.”

The man pulls back and looks at the others.

“You must be the famous BAU team.” His voice is soft and smooth, like someone who paints under candlelight. “I’m Matthew. Spencer’s brother. Artist. Dreamer. Unwilling taxpayer.”

Rossi steps forward, shaking his hand. “David Rossi. I’ve heard nothing about you, which is impressive.”

Matthew shrugs. “I’m elusive.”

Emily tilts her head. “So… are you actually brothers?”

Reid frowns. “Yes? Why does no one believe me?”

Morgan chuckles. “Because you never said anything. At all.”

Matthew wraps an arm around Reid’s shoulders, clearly proud. “You never told them about me? The time I taught you how to skateboard? Or when we got stuck in that library overnight during a storm?”

“Because,” Reid mutters, “it always ends with you trying to turn it into a performance act.”

“I am an experience,” Matthew agrees solemnly.

Jack Hotchner, who was to be visiting the office ,school holidays having just started, peers around the corner and stares.

“Uncle Spencer?” he says slowly. “Why is there another you?”

Matthew turns, crouching down to Jack’s level. “Because the universe can’t contain this much brilliance in one form. What’s your name, traveler?”

Jack giggles. “Im Jack. You talk funny.”

“I do,” Matthew grins. “But only on Thursdays.”

Hotch, watching from a few feet away, finally smiles. It’s small but genuine.

“Well,” he says, “welcome to the BAU, Matthew You’re already making an impression.”

“Just visiting,” he promises, nudging Reid. “Don’t worry. I’ll be gone before I’m accidentally recruited.”

Spencer looks mildly horrified. “You wouldn’t pass the background check.”

“You wound me, Spence.”

As the team disperses back to work, amused and intrigued, Matt follows Reid toward the break room.

“So… how many of your friends here know you cried during E.T.?” he teases.

“Everyone cries during E.T.!” Reid argues.

Behind them, the team exchanges grins.

Yeah.

Definitely brothers.

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Prentiss: If Reid and I were drowning, who would you save?

Hotch: You two can’t swim?

Prentiss: It’s a hypothetical question, Hotch! Who would you save?

Hotch: My time and effort.

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emily: sometimes i just sit back and let karma fix it because if i fix it, im goin’ to jail.

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spencer: did it hurt? when i told you to google it and i was right?

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Prentiss : If I die, please avenge me. JJ : What if it's an accidental death? Prentiss : Just go nuts and break shit.

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Hotch : Why are you sad? Reid : I don't know Hotch : So, just for no reason? Reid: Oh no, there are plenty of reasons. I'm just not sure which one it is this time .

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Reid : Is anyone else scared? Prentiss : Not really. I've already lived longer than expected.

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JJ : Hey Emily , What're you doing?

Prentiss : *typing furiously on her phone* Winning the fucking war.

JJ : *leans closer to see her searching on Google* 'How to get stolen blood back from mosquitos'?

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UNSUB: You have no idea what I'm capable of. Prentiss : Do not take this personally, but I feel like I'm being threatened by a cupcake.

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Emily, seeing a crying child at the grocery store

Emily : Hey little guy...

Emily : Can you move ? You're blocking the cheetos.

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Prentiss, standing with her back turned to the door : I’ve been expecting you, Derek .

Morgan : How did you do that without turning around?

Prentiss: … To be perfectly honest, the first couple of people I did that to were not you.

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Prentiss: Your existence is confusing. Morgan: How so? Prentiss: Your presence is incredibly annoying but the thought of anything bad happening to you upsets me.

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emily: you’re honor…you lowkey weren’t there.

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Garcia : People treat me like a god.

Morgan: Yeah? How?

Garcia : They ignore my existence until they need something from me

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Everyone working quietly in the BAU office, Emily bursts in late.

Emily: I know im late …I had a …slight ..incident with my car.

Hotch: An "incident"?

Emily: Okay …more like a major incident….involving a rogue squirrel…a traffic cone…and a very confused street vendor.

Hotch: Prentiss...

Emily: Okay, maybe I went a little fast around the corner….. But in my defense, the squirrel looked like it was judging me!

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Prentiss : please stop blaming me for murder !!

Prentiss: just because I've killed 1,248 people doesn't mean I killed that specific one.