UNDER ANY OTHER CIRCUMSTANCES, being soaked in the same room as Spencer Reid would have resulted in a much different outcome than the current one. Instead of being sprayed down with disinfectant, it would have been a shower head that expelled regular water. Instead of in front of a dead doctor's home, it would have been in the comfort and safety of her or Spencer's home.

The situation certainly would not have included Derek watching through a plastic divider. It also would not have included Dr. Kimura and her assistant, if the situation wasn't already embarrassing enough.

No, this was sixteen-year-old Katharine's worst nightmare. The current predicament almost directly paralleled the moment that Derek had caught her and senior Blake Owens making out in her pool. Except for this time, Derek had more facial hair and Blake Owens had been replaced with Boy Wonder, Spencer Reid.

It really wasn't her fault that her mother hadn't told her that her twenty-three and grown cousin was coming over to watch her after his shift. But to her recollection, that was the only time in her life that she had ever been scared of the fact that her cousin was a cop.

Said cousin, now thirty-three and still growing, was on the phone with their shared boss and she was definitely no longer afraid of him. Despite the fact that he looked physically stronger, Katharine didn't doubt that she could have him flat on his ass in less than thirty seconds if given the chance.

"Ok. Yeah, they're hosing them down now. All right." She watched in discomfort as Derek wrapped up his call with Hotch. There was no doubt in her mind that Derek had also thought about Blake Owens and she could honestly do without any teasing from him.

He looked at the two of them, obviously drier than the both of them combined. There was a smirk on his face but even before he opened his mouth, Katharine stuck her middle finger up at him.

"I'll call Aunt Fran if you decide to antagonize me right now, Derek," Katharine warned, looking at him through watery eyes.

The older man held his hands up in surrender, chuckling at the fact that she had tried to threaten him while looking like she did.

"All I was going to say is that they're checking out Brown's house right now, Kit Kat," Derek said. "But if Blake Owens could see you now--"

Katharine threw her hand outward, the water that had clung to her body flung off and hit the plastic divider where Derek stood.

"Who's Blake Owens?" Spencer asked innocently only to receive a similar spray of water from the Morgan girl. He wasn't as lucky as Derek, the water hitting him in the face which forced him to turn away from the girl.

Derek seemed to be having a grand time on the other side of the divider, laughing and generally keeping the mood light. Katharine was thankful that her cousin was still here, but they had more pressing matters to attend to.

"Go help Hotch," Katharine said, sticking her tongue out childishly as Derek shook his head no.

"Hotch has plenty of people helping him," he reasoned, crossing his arms back over his chest.

"He needs you more than we do," Katharine said. She wanted to cross her arms but decided against it. She didn't like the feeling of wet clothes against her skin any more than the next person did. It didn't help that her shirt had quickly become see-through, the white button-up doing nothing to cover up the modesty of her white bralette.

"I'm going to see Reid off to the hospital and then I'm going to take you with me," Derek insisted, looking his cousin directly in the eye.

"Then call me a car or something," Katharine said.

"Yeah, we're about to get naked so they can scrub us down," Spencer said. "Is that something you really want to see?"

Katharine wanted to shoot herself. "I really hope that's not what you want to see, Derek."

Derek shook his head. "No, Aunt Grace would kill me," he gave a barely noticeable warning glare to the man in the biohazard tent with her. "Fine. Don't have too much fun. I'll check on you guys later. Take good care of them, please."

The last part of the sentence was directed at Dr. Kimura, who nodded at the dark-skinned agent. Katharine watched as Derek left the scene while the doctor handed a sealed plastic bag with the inhaler inside to her assistant.

"Get this to the lab," she said. The doctor pointed the pressurized hose toward the ground, giving the two soaked beings a short reprieve from its relentless spray. "I hope you're right about this."

Spencer pursed his lips slightly, looking over his shoulder at Katharine. "So do I."

Katharine started to unbutton her top, revealing herself further to the members of the tent. She shrugged the article of clothing off, dropping it on the floor as Dr. Kimura instructed.

"I'm not getting these clothes back, am I?" she asked, looking sadly upon her soaked garments that laid on a heap on the floor.

"No," Dr. Kimura said, "but the good news is Agent Morgan left you a change of clothes so you should be fine once you've been scrubbed down and changed."

"Can I stay with Spencer after?" Katharine asked, already unbuttoning her pants. The faster she got scrubbed down, the faster she could be out of here before it was Spencer's turn. The man had taken off his shirt but seemed hesitant of getting rid of the rest of his clothes and she wanted to be able to leave him with some of his pride.

"No," Spencer argued. "I'll be fine, you need to get back with the rest of the team as soon as you can."

Katharine opened her mouth to argue but Spencer kept going. "Besides, I'll be in the capable hands of Dr. Kimura. I'll be fine."

Katharine pursed her lips slightly before nodding. "Okay. I trust you and I trust Dr. Kimura."

She took her pants off, hesitating on removing her undergarments. "Do you mind turning around, Spence?"

Spencer's eyes widened as he realized what was about to happen despite having just told Derek. He flushed rest slightly, turning around and focusing his eyes on the floor.

Katharine quickly removed her remaining articles of clothing and dropped them in the pile of clothing that had accumulated in front of them. She let the doctor scrub her down before she was handed a clean towel. She wrapped it around her body and thanked the doctor.

"I'll see you later, Spencer," Katharine said, giving him a thumbs-up before exiting the tent.

Once she had left, they sealed the area back up again and she was handed her go-bag by one of the paramedics on scene. Katharine got changed quickly and was checked over once before she was allowed to go.

The medic who had attended to her, Carla Powers, then directed her to a car that had arrived for her. There was no other agent in sight, which weirded her out a little but she didn't ask questions. She took the keys from the woman and thanked her before hopping into the car and driving away.

AFTER SHE LEFT DR. NICHOLS'S HOUSE, Derek had called her with information about their suspect Chad Brown. He told her that he was headed toward Frederick station. She replied that she'd meet them there, while also confirming that she would be on crowd control and safety. They'd have a bullhorn ready for her the second she arrived at the scene, Derek promised.

And as promised, they did. The second Katharine got there, she hit the ground running. With the bullhorn in hand, she was able to broadcast her voice to the crowds of people there.

"I need everyone to leave the station," she had commanded and upon feeling the rush of panic coming toward her, she also ordered, "Do not panic."

She met up with Derek and Hotch as they ran down the stairs, nearly colliding with several people on her way down. It was near chaos and if Katharine hadn't told a bug group of them not to panic, they probably would have had bigger problems to deal with.

"I've got it," Hotch said. His next words were an order directly to her. "Clear the train."

Katharine nodded, running into the nearest carriage.

"I need everybody to listen up," she said, her voice controlled and steady despite the circumstances. "I am FBI. I need you to exit the train now. Please, everyone, through this far door only."

She moved through the crowds, people parting around her like the Red Sea. She made her way through the rest of the cabins, repeating the same commands. Exit the train now. Through this far door only. Do not panic.

Katharine pressed her hand up under her nose as a precaution and cursed when she felt the familiar slip of blood coming out of her nose. She tasted the metallic taste of blood in the back of her throat and had to hold back a gag as it permeated her taste buds.

Katharine propped herself up against the train and watched as Whitworth stood between Chad Brown and the weapons pointed at him

" No! no! Weapons down," he ordered, using himself as a human shield. Katharine would have rolled her eyes if it didn't cause her to become suddenly lightheaded.

"General, what are you doing?" Hotch's tone of voice was incredulous like he really could not believe what the general was doing. Katharine laughed to herself. Hotch would have made a really good actor if the FBI thing didn't work out.

"Call your director. Order from the President. The US Army is taking this man into custody," Whitworth said.

"General, the army has no authority here," Hotch argued.

"We do now," he said. "He helped create this strain. He's the only one who can show us how it was made."

"Sir, he is a danger to the country."

Katharine's hearing was cutting out now. She prayed for the world to stop spinning as she sank down toward the ground. The last thing she wanted was a hospital visit. They already had one member of the team hospitalized, they didn't need a second.

Katharine blinked the floating spots out of her vision or at least tried to. She couldn't remember the last time she had exerted her will over such a large crowd before. Usually, it was just suspects in cases and the occasional witness that was withholding information.

"Kat?" she heard from somewhere on her right. She turned her head to see a rather large figure approaching her.

She waved the blob off, insisting that she was okay. She heard the noise but couldn't make sense of anything that was being said.

As her senses came back to her, she could hear Hotch radioing in a medic as Derek helped her to stand. Katharine insisted that she would be fine, that all she needed was a little water and some time to rest.

For some reason, Derek didn't believe her and she was in the back of an ambulance before she even knew it. They had her laying down, a paramedic leaning over her and checking her vitals. She felt a hand in her own and gave it a squeeze before succumbing to the sleep that was calling her.

KATHARINE WOKE UP TWO HOURS LATER FEELING RECHARGED AND REFRESHED. After discharging herself against the doctor's will, Katharine was told to rest easy for the next few days. In addition, she was barred from driving. At least until her head stopped spinning and she could walk in a straight line again.

After she left her own hospital room, she quickly found her way to Spencer's where Derek and Dr. Kimura had gathered with an already with a very awake Dr. Spencer Reid.

"Is there any more Jell-O?" she heard Spencer ask as she rounded the corner.

She entered the room and held up her own cup of Jell-O. "I figured he'd steal yours so I brought you one myself."

Derek looked at his younger cousin in concern. "Aren't you supposed to be in your own hospital room? You doctor said you'd be out for at least five more hours."

Katharine shrugged, handing Spencer a plastic spoon she had also taken from her food tray. She wasn't a big fan of the gelatin but she figured someone else would be.

"You were admitted?" Spencer asked. He opened the foil covering of the Jell-O and set it on his bedside tray. "For what? I thought anthrax didn't affect you..."

"It doesn't," Katharine said, glaring at her cousin. She kicked his foot before collapsing into the seat next to him. "But exhaustion and ability overuse does."

Spencer made an, ohhh, face before asking about the case. "So what happened?"

"You're gonna be alright, kid," Derek answered, shoving Katharine's legs off his lap. "And we got Brown. It's over."

The genius looked down at the Jell-O cup in his hand before looking back up at the doctor in charge of his well being. "How's Abby?"

Dr. Kimura smiled. "She's on the mend. So are the three others. You were right about where to look for his cure."

Spencer furrowed his brow. He took up the plastic spoon from his lap and stabbed it through the middle of the red gelatin. "Why was Dr. Nichols making anthrax in the first place?"

"He was a brain scientist downgraded to working on the flu," Katharine said, waving her hand around in the air. "Brown comes along asking for help on his thesis..."

"He would have been more than happy to share his knowledge," Spencer finished. He took a bite of Jell-O, a small smile on his face as he enjoyed the treat.

"There was no indication that Nichols had any idea what Brown was planning," Derek said, shrugging slightly.

"His strain and its cure are getting locked up in containment at Fort Detrick, with all the other bio-agents people don't know about," Dr. Kimura informed them.

Derek looked at the woman skeptically. "Really? What else do they have locked up in there?"

Katharine scoffed. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

"What, like you do?" he asked, poking her side. "Speaking of, why'd the general keep giving you dirty looks today. Did you piss in his cereal or something?"

Katharine slapped his hand away, laughing slightly as she moved to sit upright.

"The general prefers toast in the mornings so no, I did not piss in his cereal," Katharine said with a know-it-all tone. "I did, however, call him an idiot for not letting my old team investigate a series of what seemed to be a chain of alien murders a few years ago in New York. Turned out to be a WMD situation much like this one."

Spencer pulled his spoon out of his mouth, pointing the utensil in Katharine's direction. "The levitating bodies? That was you guys?"

Katharine nodded, a smirk playing on her face. "Yeah, Simmons nearly killed herself when she got infected but she made up the cure. She's a smart one, Jemma is."

"Is she single?" Derek asked, half-joking, and half not. Katharine elbowed him in his side while Spencer and Dr. Kimura laughed at the man's antics.

Regardless, Katharine answered his question with a negative and poked fun at her cousin a little more. Her smile widened as she took in the scene that played out around her.

They had done it once again.

They caught the bad guy, all her friends survived, and most importantly she was still alive. That was all she could ever ask for.