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flamboyantly-incompetent · 7 years

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Spencer Reid Fic., Pt. 4 (1)

I came up with the plot for this one before watching season 8, so for anyone knowing about the Maeve story arc, this fic exists outside of that universe.

I’m just very indecisive but I decided to go with my original plan.

Also, this is going to be really long, so I’ll release it in parts.

PT. 3

PT. 2

PT. 1

Warning : there is some violence/gore/stalking in this one, but if you’re OK with watching a show like Criminal Minds you should be fine.

Hades pt. 1 -- Exposition, First theme

Sometime around 4:30, Spencer was trying to silently put socks on. I sat up and rubbed my eyes, content to watch him for a minute. I wasn’t sure if he owned a mirror, but his consistently tousled hair and crooked ties suggested he hadn’t seen one in a decade.

“Did I wake you?” he whispered.

“Kinda, but I’ve always been a light sleeper. And, you don’t need to whisper we’re both awake,” I whispered back.

“Well in that case,” he flipped the light switch, I answered with my impersonation of a pterodactyl eating a cow. Laughing, he continued, “I have to go into work, you’re welcome to stay here though.”

I glanced at my phone and frowned. Evelyn was supposed to text me as soon as she and her boyfriend were done canoodling so I knew she double checked the locks. She hadn’t. I slid out of bed and pulled my jeans, which had been thrown in a pile by the door, back on.

“Actually, I need to get back to my place. It’s probably nothing, but Evelyn always texts me when I ask her to. I just want to make sure everything is alright.”

“Oh, I’ll come with you.”

“No, no, I don’t want to make you late.”

He patted my forehead and said, “I’ll come with you. Hotch won’t even notice.”

“Okie dokie then. Thank you.” He continued into the bathroom, shoving a toothbrush haphazardly into his mouth.

“Thanks again, Spencer,” I smiled at him, standing in the doorway. He gave this smile every once in a while that just looked through me and he was giving it now.

Running a hand through his hair he said, “Are you sure you’re OK?”

I glanced around behind me, “Yeah, the door was locked and Eve’s always been a heavy sleeper.” I shifted my weight, hoping I wouldn’t let on how worried I was. “Worry about you, alright? Be safe.”

“I will. Gotta go, but I’ll call you... eventually!?” he continued as he jogged down the hallway.

Laughing to myself I closed the door and turned the lock. The apartment that Eve and I rented was small, but I’d managed to cram in the Yamaha piano I’d gotten at a yard sale when we first moved here. Running my fingers down the keys, I realized that Spencer had never actually been in my apartment. I wonder if he’s profiled something out of me because of that.

“Di! Good grief it’s five in the morning, what the rockets are you doing up?” Evelyn came stumbling out of her room in her pajamas, rubbing her eyes. Taking in my appearance, though, she straightened and gave me that, in her words, “bow-chicka-wow-wow” face.

“No drawing conclusions. None of that. I need caffeine.”

She followed me into the kitchen skipping. “Isn’t that what you wore yesterday? Doesn’t your nerd go to work at this ungodly hour?” she feigned a shocked gasp, “Were you with him all night? Di. Tsk, so naughty.”

“We didn’t actually....” She let her shoulders droop, looking confused. “He’s been working too hard. We were on that track, but he was out when he hit the mattress. Apparently there’s a serial killer in the area.” Eve shivered and handed me the coffee grinder.

In between pulses of the grinder I remarked, “And who exactly,” crckcrckwhrrrr, “are you calling naughty,” crckcrackwhrrrchrck, “you spent all night talking about leather and whipped cream.”

Allen appeared suddenly, looking no worse for wear but irritable.

“Women are insane, do you have any idea what time it is?” Pouting, he sat down and only perked when I slid him a mug of coffee.

“Yes, Allen. Do you have any idea who’s house you’re in?” I sipped on my own mug.

A sudden, cheeky smile broke his face, “Have I ever mentioned how wonderfully hospitable you are, Diana?”

It was almost 5:30, time for me to get ready for work. Rolling my eyes, I waved at them and made my way into the bathroom to hopefully salvage what was left of my appearance.

I worked part-time as an assistant at a recording studio, but I’d enrolled in an online college for a degree in computer science. At around 12:30, I was sitting at my desk sifting through some assembly; it was a slow day. White and Nerdy began to emanate from my top left drawer and I couldn’t stop the smile spreading across my face.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Diana. I just wanted to check in; we haven’t made any breaks for the past few days, so the case is going to go cold soon. We should be able to watch movies uninterrupted for at least a couple hours.”

I laughed, “You should sleep for those hours, honestly you slept like a baby last night.”

“Infants are actually terrible sleepers, especially if they suffer from separation anxiety... Um, I have a huge favor to ask of you.”

“Oh, OK. What is it?”

He took a deep breath in before saying, “Someone I work with figured out we’re seeing each other and demands to meet you.”

I laughed, “That’s all? Send me their contact, I’ll figure something out.”

“Really? Garcia will be thrilled, but I warn you, she’s kind of eccentric.”

“Hmm, sounds like someone else I know. Wait. Penelope Garcia? You work with Penelope Garcia?”

“Yes, she’s our analyst, the best-”

“I know, we studied her in one of my computer security courses. Her source and encryption algorithms were revolutionary. Send me her info, oh my gosh.”

“I will, I’ll text it to you. I’ve gotta run, but I’ll see you later this week after we wrap up the paperwork for this guy. And then maybe you could meet the rest of the team? They all, sort of, know. Profilers.”

“Sure, sure. Be safe, see you soonish.”

Around noon the next day, I met Penelope Garcia at a cafe she’d recommended for lunch. I tried not to let myself get nervous, but not only was I about to meet a renowned figure in my future field, she worked with Spencer. She was grinning when she vigorously shook my hand.

“Hi, I’m Penelope! It’s so nice to meet you, you look so much nicer than I’d imagined!” Her hair was done up with pink ribbon and she was wearing gigantic orange hoop earrings.

“Uh... thank you?”

“Oh, I meant nicer, like friendlier not prettier or anything I mean I assumed you’d be pretty and you obviously are but,” she finally drew a breath.

I laughed and withdrew my arm, “It’s nice to meet you too, I’m a big fan of your work, and your hacking skills, but mostly your work.”

Her smile widened and she sat down. “So Reid found himself a techie, interesting. So,” she said, clasping her hands, “tell me about yourself.” I sat across from her and mirrored her posture.

“Well that’s a loaded question if I’ve ever heard one. I’m, uh, twenty four years old. I’m a Pisces...? Haha, what is it you want to know?”

“Anything, everything. Do you have any pets? Where did you go to school? Why did you leave the music business?” I froze, a block of fuzzy ice in my gut.

“What?”

“2008, the band Seeds of Shades appeared on the Neo-goth/emo scene, but vanished in 2011. What happened?” She didn’t look angry, I couldn’t figure out her motive and started to panic.

“A lot of things happened, but Penelope, Penelope, please don’t tell Spencer. When he finds out I have to tell him.”

She shook her head, “I don’t, I don’t understand. Why...?” Penelope’s phone began to ring and she excused herself.

I could hear snippets of her conversation, “Your wish is my command, handsome... What? I thought it went cold... I’ll be there.” Oh no.

In that moment, my phone began to ring *the only thing I ever thought was hard... Do I like Kirk or do I like Picard*

“Spencer?” I answered.

“Diana, we have another body. The unsub was in your apartment.”

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