The Beautiful Set Up (Tibbs: Gibbs/DiNozzo Rotch: Reid/Hotch)

Chapter One

(Spencer's P.O.V)

I got a call at home after work one day so I answer it, but am surprised to hear an old teacher's voice say, "Dr. Reid I was wondering if you would come stop into my class and see what I should add to my lessons to make it more learnable?"

"I would be happy to help you Mrs. Glory." I tell her.

This call is how I found myself on a plane to Washington D.C.two days later. I had just gotten off the plane and was walking towards the exit when I heard someone yelling, "Dr. Reid! Dr. Reid! Dr. Reid over here!" I quickly turned around and saw Mrs. Glory waving her arms widely.

"Ah, Mrs. Glory how are you?" I ask as I walked towards her.

"I'm good Dr. Reid. How are you?" She nicely asked me.

"Oh I'm quite good," I say while we walk to her car.

"Thats good. Well I will drive you to the university. Then after my classes I can drive you to your hotel," she said then got in the car.

"Can you drive by the hotel so I can put my suitcase in my room? Also I want to walk to the hotel afterwards," I say quietly as we drove to the hotel.

"Okay I guess that works," Mrs. Glory said then added, "Hurry quick my class starts in 10 minutes," when we got to the hotel.

I ran in quickly got my key then ran into my room set down my suitcase then grabbed a clean outfit and stuffed it in my messenger bag because I had a bad feeling. I ran back out and got in Mrs. Glory's car then nodded my head to tell her to go. It took 5 minutes to get to the university and into Mrs. Glory's classroom. I sat through her class making notes on what she needed to add to make the students learn more, but also make it easier for them. I walked up to Mrs. Glory after class then said, "Okay I wrote down some stuff you might want to add. But you also might want to make it more hands on."

"Well okay, thank you, Dr. Reid maybe we can go out sometime before you go back to Quantico." She said while playing with her hair.

"I'm sorry but I think you have the wrong idea. I'm not necessarily looking for a relationship at this moment in my life also you're not really my type," I said a little uncomfortable.

"Then what is your type? I think you're lying about not wanting a relationship," Mrs. Glory said coming closer to me and putting a hand on my chest which slowly started to move down my body towards my crotch.

"No I think you got it wrong I'm not looking for a relationship. I'm also dead serious about you not being my type. I need you to stop touching me," I said backing away scared of what she might try to do.

"What is your type?" Mrs. Glory said trying to sound sexy which made me sick.

"My type is a nice strong muscled man with a big dick, but seeing as you don't have a dick I know you're not my type." I said still trying to stay away from her grabbing hands. She immediately stopped and looked at me in disgust.

"You're a fag?" She asked in disdain.

"No, I'm gay not a bundle of sticks so goodbye." I said then turned around and bolted. I ran out of the class and out of the building. I started to walk towards my hotel. I was about 7 blocks from my hotel when I was pulled into an alley. I looked up to see 6 men standing over me looking at me in disgust.

"Heard you were gay I think we'll see if we can beat it out of you," the biggest man stated.

"Well can you tell me your names and one of your numbers so I can tell you if it worked or not?" I asked towards all of them.

"That might work my name's Daniel Marks, his is Michael Nickels, his is Elliot Myers, his name is Aiden Michaels, his is Nicholas Grace, and finally his name is Dante Evans. My phone number is (282)-778-4190," the smallest man of the group said his name then said the others smallest to largest. The largest man being Dante Evans who was about 6'2" and about 164 with a lot of muscle.

"Well okay go ahead Daniel make me not be gay anymore," I said sarcastically.

It took them a few minutes to react but when they did they beat me up pretty bad. By the time they were done with me I knew I had a broken arm, dislocated knee, a few bruised ribs possibly a few cracked, and most likely 100's of bruises. I wrote down what possibly could be wrong with me and my boss' phone number on a piece of paper. I clutched the paper in my hand as I slowly lost consciousness luckily I knew that someone was going to find me. I knew because I was pretty close to the opening of the alley.

(Tony DiNozzo's P.O.V)

I was walking around town, after parking my sd25 ways away from the navy yard, trying to cool down from the comment that Ziva made about Gibbs. I was about 20 or 25 blocks from the navy yard when I hear punches being thrown and some groans of pain then I watch as 6 men come, looking somewhat guilty, out of the alley ahead of me. I run to the alley to see who the men were beating up I was surprised to see a lanky skinny kid. I walked towards the kid to see if he was still alive. I checked to see if he had a pulse and luckily he did that's when I saw a piece of paper in his hand. The paper read what he thought was wrong and there was a number. I decided that I would take the kid to Ducky, with out Gibbs seeing, to see what was wrong with him, but first I had to see who exactly he was. I put around his not finding a wallet So I go through his bag and a badge for the BAU team at the FBI. His badge said the he was SSA Spencer Reid. I pick Spencer up and walked back to my car then drove to the navy yard and headed to Ducky.

"Ducky you here!" I yell after laying Spencer on an autopsy table.

"Yes young Anthony. Who is this?" Ducky asked when he came back in the room and saw Spencer.

"This is Spencer Reid and he was beaten up by 6 men just a little bit ago. I need you to check if he.has any broken bones and if he does can you cast or splint what you need to?" I asked him and nodded then grabbed his x-ray machine. After finding that Spencer's arm was broken, he had a dislocated knee, and some of his ribs were cracked Ducky started to search for the items he needed. "Ducky why do you have stuff to cast broken bones." I asked after ducky pulled out the black casting supplies.

"Ah my dear friend is because I have learned to be ready for any type of injury with the way you and Gibbs hate hospitals." Ducky said as he taped up Spencer's ribs, relocated his knee then put a brace on it, then final casted Spencer's arm.

"Thanks for doing this Ducky. I'm going to take him back to my apartment and I'll call the number on a paper he held and then call Gibbs to tell him what I did." I said then picked up Spencer and went the same way I came in back to my car. I put Spencer in the passenger seat and then carefully drove back to my apartment happy that the elevator was fixed. Once in my apartment I put him on my couch and then grab the piece of paper and dialed the number that was on it.