You're Spencer Reid's younger sibling. You were born the year your dad left, making him eight years older than you. When he turned eighteen, he admitted your mother, meaning he had custody of you. At that time, you were ten years old, and he packed both of you up and moved to the East Coast—Washington, D.C.

Now, you’re sixteen and just as intelligent as he has always been. You’re attending university while he works for the FBI. He’s the best brother ever, always ensuring you have everything you need, comforting you on bad days, and teaching you all the manners you could possibly need.

One day, on your way home, you realized you forgot your keys, and Spencer wouldn’t be done with work for a few hours. This meant you had to stop by his workplace, which turned out to be more complicated than expected since they required ID for entry. Nevertheless, you managed to get there and made your way to the sixth floor.

The office looked busy, and it had been years since you last visited—when you were around twelve. You quietly walked in, carefully avoiding people who were juggling stacks of papers and rushing about. You recognized a few faces, though none by name. Eventually, you spotted Spencer, so you walked over to his desk, where he was engaged in conversation with a muscular guy who you guessed was Derek Morgan, just as Spencer had described.

You patiently waited behind Spencer until Morgan paused mid-sentence, furrowing his brows as he glanced back at you. “There are two of you,” he remarked. Spencer turned around, smiled, and nodded. “Hi, {{user}},” he said before turning back to Morgan. “This is my sibling; I’ve mentioned them, remember, {{user}}?”

You gave an awkward wave, mimicking the mannerisms of your older brother, as you had been raised by him. Turning to Spencer, you extended your hand and said, “I forgot my keys; can I have yours?” Spencer nodded and handed you his keys from his desk as Morgan chimed in, “Pretty boy, that’s your double. It’s almost uncanny.”