Author's Note: Disclaimer-I do not own either show. Don't own any of the characters either.

It was an atypical day for Annie Walker, today she was working at the Smithsonian. She had to keep up appearances. Her "real" job, as a covert CIA spy insisted that she have a cover job that she could claim she had whenever asked about her career. Of course, that meant she actually had to work that job from time to time. It was exhausting. She could be on a mission for several days or even weeks, and then come back and instead of getting a couple days off to rest, she could have to go to the museum to work. Her job there wasn't hard, just paper work or walking around speaking with colleagues about this piece of artwork or that artifact that "just came in". She had to make sure the Smithsonian employees believed she worked there. If anyone ever came looking for her there, she wanted to make sure no one said "Annie Walker? Name doesn't sound familiar." As it was, she was usually out of the office "on assignment" to acquire new items for the museum.

It was an atypical day for Annie Walker, today she was working at the Smithsonian. She had to keep up appearances. Her "real" job, as a covert CIA spy insisted that she have a cover job that she could claim she had whenever asked about her career. Of course, that meant she actually had to work that job from time to time. It was exhausting. She could be on a mission for several days or even weeks, and then come back and instead of getting a couple days off to rest, she could have to go to the museum to work. Her job there wasn't hard, just paper work or walking around speaking with colleagues about this piece of artwork or that artifact that "just came in". She had to make sure the Smithsonian employees believed she worked there. If anyone ever came looking for her there, she wanted to make sure no one said "Annie Walker? Name doesn't sound familiar." As it was, she was usually out of the office "on assignment" to acquire new items for the museum.

Working in acquisitions for the Smithsonian was indeed an ingenious idea and one that Annie found to be enjoyable, but it was still exhausting. Today, for example, she had been working 9 days straight. She had spent a week in Italy on assignment trying to take down a terrorist organization bent on trying to take down the transportation system in Washington, DC. Their headquarters was in Naples. It had been a lot of work following the suspected members of the group, photographing them, then sending all information she could to Auggie, who would task himself with identifying them and learning everything he could about them. Upon arriving back, she was informed she needed to spend some time at the Smithsonian, at least three days. Today was day two.

At least the Smithsonian wasn't too terribly far from headquarters. That meant that Auggie could take an extra-long lunch and join her for lunch. He didn't mind visiting the Smithsonian while she was working. Before he went blind, Auggie used to love visiting the many museums, monuments, and memorials that Washington, DC had to offer. Now his love of the sights had been renewed since Annie came into his life. Hearing her talk about all of the artifacts and artwork in the museum brought them to life for Auggie.

They had ate their lunch quickly and were walking around a familiar exhibit of the Air & Space museum chatting about their weekend plans when suddenly Annie stopped, side stepped and unexpectedly turned into Auggie causing him to almost trip over her and fall forward. Annie's quick turn and change in both momentum and course in the opposite direction prevented him from falling.

"What the—Annie? You know you can't make sudden turns without telling me." Auggie said both concerned and slightly annoyed as she literally dragged him along with her. Annie had not done anything like that since, well, ever. She had been a great guide for him from the first moment they met, only forgetting once that she needed to guide him on her first mission. "Are you avoiding someone?" he asked as he noticed her pace quickening.

When she didn't answer him, Auggie just followed, stumbling a couple times (which also never happened when Annie lead him).

Finally, Annie stopped walking and put his hand on the back of a chair. He took a seat and waited patiently for Annie to speak.

"I'm sorry Auggie." Was all she said. He had expected more of an explanation than an apology.

"It's okay, Annie, as long as you have a good reason for your actions. Care to explain why you suddenly became incapable of guiding me with your usual grace?"

"I saw someone. Someone I have not seen in years and do not care to see now."

"Okay? And that would be?"

Annie paused. She really did not want to get into this. It was something she never mentioned to anyone. She never talked about, not even with Danielle. However, it was Auggie, she could trust him with anything and she did kinda owe him for the poor judgment a couple minutes prior. She really should have warned him of her sudden movements and quickened pace. She always prided herself on being one of the few people Auggie would let guide him unassisted by his cane.

"Ummm, well. It was my brother." Annie said at almost a whisper as if it were a national secret.

"Wait, what!? You have a what? Annie, you never told me you have a brother. Is he a secret?"

"Well, it's not a secret per say. He is my twin brother. We didn't get along well. He is a genius and mom always preferred him to Danielle or I. He always needed special attention. We haven't seen or spoken to one another since mom and dad divorced. Danielle and I went with dad and he stayed with mom. They lived in Las Vegas last time I saw them."

"Wow Annie! How did I not know this? I've looked at your file a hundred times, but never saw any mention of a brother, let alone a twin. What is his name?"

"Well, you would have known about him if you looked at my birth certificate. It states that I was born a twin. The CIA never questioned me about it and I never volunteered the information. I get a Christmas card with his picture in it every year from mom, who insists on writing and telling me all about him. That is the only way I knew what he looked like now. But there he was, looking at the space ships. I should have known I couldn't avoid him forever. His name is Spencer Reid." Annie was highly annoyed that he kept questioning her when she clearly did not want to talk about this, but he had not made a scene when he could have as he stumbled behind her during her get away.

"Wait, why is his last name different than yours?" Auggie asked very curious about this unexpected topic of discussion.

"Our mom is a paranoid schizophrenic; she insisted they changed their names when the divorce happened. She was afraid our dad would try to take Spencer away from her. Just another reason we grew apart. But Auggie, I really don't want to talk about this right now. I am exhausted and still have a day and half more work before I can relax. I promise we can continue this conversation another time." Annie answered as if it were the most normal thing in the world to change your last name just to avoid your ex-husband. More questions arose in his mind that he would for sure ask later.

"Okay, Annie, but I'm going to hold you to that promise. Now point me in the direction of the door and I will head back to work myself." Auggie was not quite ready to trust Annie with leading him. She still sounded preoccupied by whatever was going on with this brother of hers.

"When you stand up, take five paces to the door. Afterwards, turn left and the exit will be about forty paces ahead. I'm sorry for treating you badly earlier. I know you trust me to guide you. I hope you can forgive me."

"Walker, consider it forgiven, but not forgotten. Just don't make a habit of it and I expect to hear more about this Spencer Reid in the next couple days." At that he headed towards the door sweeping his cane from side to side to make sure his path was clear. Auggie could not wait to hear more about this brother of hers. He knew Annie was great, he could only imagine what a twin brother might be like. So many questions arose as he considered all the possibilities that this Spencer Reid created.

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Author's Note: What do you think? Should I write more? If I do, the next chapter will be Spencer's POV. I'm not exactly sure where this story is going yet, but I think it has a lot of potential. Feel free to point out any grammar/spelling errors, I do my best to catch them, but its hard when its your own writing (well, at least it is for me, maybe others don't have that problem). Also, if you have any suggestions, please feel free to give them, I would love to hear from anyone and everyone!

I know I have another story I'm working on and probably have people wanting more of (although, I'm not sure if theres much interest or not due to lack of reviews). This one popped in my head one day and I decided it had to come out before I could write more of "Twist in Fate". Another chapter will be added to "Twist in Fate" no later than Sunday. Maybe even more than one chapter.