Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who or Criminal Minds... Or The Doctor, Or Spencer... *cry*... But I do own this story :) NO SLASH...though there will be FLUFF. Hope you peeps enjoy ~ Roselie Parry
P.S: This is my first Doctor Who story D: so please tell me if I'm good or terrible at voicing him.
Characters in this story:
- The Doctor/ John Smith (the name he & Reid tell the team, like an alias)
- Spencer Reid
- Derek Morgan
- Dave Rossi
- Aaron 'Hotch' Hotchner
- Penelope Garcia
- Jennifer 'JJ' Jareau
- Diana Reid
Chapter 1
'Spencer...Spencer... Come play with me."
Eight year old Spencer Reid sat in bed pressed against the headboard, blankets wrapped tightly around him and clenched tightly in his fists as the voice in his closet started speaking again for the forth night that week.
It had started two weeks ago, whispers at first, so soft that at first, he just thought it was the wind outside. But over that short time it had gotten louder to the point he could make out the voice perfectly.
But he didn't dare open the door.
Because he didn't know what it was. Logically there shouldn't, no there couldn't be anything in his closet.
But there was.
And every night it seemed the voice grew more and more impatient, the voice growing raspier and angrier.
'Spencer! Spencer!... Come. Play. With. Me.'
With that Spencer leaped from his bed, almost tripping on the sheets, and raced from the room, running straight past his mothers room and down the stairs, pausing only briefly to slip on his shoes and jacket before he ran out of the house.
He had to get away from whatever was in his closet. He had to get as far away as possible. He couldn't go to the police or his mother, they'd just think he had an overactive imagination (after all he was only eight.)
But he was to smart for all that 'overactive imagination' nonsense, his own mother should believe him that if he said there was something there, then there was something there.
So he ran.
He ran until his chest burned and his legs ached and...
Thump.
Spencer didn't know who he'd run into but he, at the current moment, didn't care. He wrapped his arms around their middle, buried his face in there stomach and clung on to them, breathes coming in quick pants and his knee's wobbling.
"Ummm... Are you alright?"
Spencer quickly released his hug on the stranger when he spoke and stumbled back a few steps, tripping over his own feet, arms flailing in an attempt to regain his balance.
He felt the man grab onto him to keep him steady, hands clutching Spencer's arms until the eight year old regained his balance.
"What was all that about? I just asked if you were alright," the man spoke with a distinct British accent, "are you alright?"
Spencer swallowed and looked at the man who was kneeling in the grass in front of him, one eyebrow raised quizzically. He was tall, but not intimidatingly so, and looked to be in his early thirties. He had spiky but slightly messy looking brown hair and large brown eyes. He was dressed in a dark blue suit and pale purple dress shirt, with a dark tie and brown trench coat. On his feet, not matching the rest of his outfit, were fire-truck red trainers.
"It's n-nothing, I'm fine," Spencer replied, glancing back over his shoulder then back to the stranger.
"No one hug's a complete stranger like that unless they're reeeeeally happy, or they're reeeeeally scared," the man stated, slowly letting go of Spencer's arms and cocking an eyebrow again, "so what are you so scared of?"
"I'm not scared," protested Spencer, glancing around again and swallowing.
"Oh c'mon, you can tell me," the man continued, "I'm a doctor."
Spencer eyed him skeptically, the man definitely didn't look like any doctor he'd ever seen before, he wasn't dressed like one either, "you're a doctor? Of what?"
"Oooh... Just about everything I guess," the man replied dark eyes gazing upwards in a pondering expression, before looking back at Spencer and flashing a huge smile, "now, tell me what's got you running through an empty park, in the middle of the night, all by yourself with one shoe on."
Spencer blinked and looked down at his feet, staring at his bare left foot and wiggling his toes in the cool grass, 'when did I lose my shoe?'.
"First of all, before I go offering my help, tell me your name."
Spencer watched the man stand and allowed himself to be briefly picked up and seated on a nearby bench, before he answered, "my name's Spencer, Spencer Reid.
"Well Spencer Reid, my friends call me The Doctor, I don't know why. I call me The Doctor too," he paused and sat on the bench next to Spencer and looked down at him, "I still don't know why."
Spencer smiled slightly before the smile vanished, "no one believes me when I tell them that there's something living in my closet... My mom thinks I just have an overactive imagination."
"Well, from what I've seen, when someone says there's something in the closet, there usually is." The Doctor gazed around the empty park, quickly locating Spencer's lost shoe near the fountain, "have you spoken with it? Seen it?"
Spencer looked at him, it was the first time he'd told someone and that someone hadn't told him he was being immature, "no I haven't seen it, it's always in my closet. It want's me to open the door and play with it... But," Spencer dropped his voice slightly, "I heard some cops talking the other day when I was out with my friend and his dad and they were talking about disappearing kids in the area where I live."
"Well then," the man sprang lightly to his feet and jogged over to where Spencer's shoe lay abandoned on it's side by the fountain, picked it up, inspected it, then jogged back over, coat tail flapping around his legs. He crouched down and tapped the boys left leg. Spencer obediently stuck his barefoot out letting the man put his shoe back on for him, "there's only one thing to do when there's a mysterious monster hiding in the closet," The Doctor stood and held out his hands, wiggling his fingers as a sign for the child to take them.
"What's that?" asked Spencer as he smiled slightly and took The Doctor's offered hands, allowing the man to pull him to his feet before letting go of one of his hands and looking up at the man who he'd only just met but for some strange reason felt oddly safe with.
The Doctor smiled.
"Open the closet."
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Reviews are much loved :3 (tell me of any spelling errors etc. I'm not very observant)
FIND THE QUOTE: there is a Doctor Who quote somewhere in this chapter :P Though technically it's not Ten who says it, it's 11 who says it...but still! whoever finds it gets big cookie!
I probably won't be adding to this for a while... Then again I'm like brain dead for some of my other stories so you never know...Then again, it depends on the comments...Then again...OMG! A KITTY! COME BACK KITTY *runs off after fluffy kitty*