And this is the beginning of my second fanfiction on Criminal Minds (first is only available in French). Thank you to those who follow and comment.

Due to my subject, I will erase all the comments that I consider disrespectful.

This fanfiction is also available in French, my native language, so, please be cool with my English, I am trying to do my best.

Have a nice moment.

"Every man in his night goes to his light." Victor Hugo

Spencer Reid opened his eyes and turned his head to his alarm clock, which had not yet ring, because it was only 6:55 a.m.. He sat on his bed put his hand on the electronic box to mute the ringer. He never had to wake up with it but he always took the time to carefully plug it in, "just in case".
He drew the curtains to bring the city lights, still in darkness, in his apartment and he had a look into the street where life had resumed its rights; workers starting to get to work and went to the lines of the Washington Metro.

Meanwhile down the reach, Spencer began his morning ritual. He always did things in the same order: choose his clothes, have a shower, dress, brush his hair, have breakfast, and leave for work. It was a habit he had early in his life and allowed him to be on do not forget anything. He however left a few "extra" like watching his cell phone to see if someone had not left a message while he was sleeping soundly, drugs against insomnia literally knocking him to bed in the morning that his mind was pre-programmed.

This morning no call, no message, not even an e-mail, but who will contact him? Apart from his BAU friends, he did not really have other, and he did, however, not attempt to do much. Family was not much better, his mother living in a psychiatric hospital for treating schizophrenia disorder she suffered a long time and he was so afraid to have inherited his genetic heritage and his father ... well he and his father had no contact and it was just fine .. .

He put the phone on the table that served as a table to do everything from the coffee table in the office side. It should say that the apartment was not very big and was sorely lacking customization. It was all books, papers of all kinds, and some dvds from a little further down the street when he wanted to spend an evening "quiet". Here and there we could see boxes of drugs of all kinds including many sleeping pills and painkillers to combat insomnia and headaches which he had been the victim ... some time. A chessboard waiting in a corner that moves his checkers, covered with a layer of dust left understand that he had abandoned the idea of continuing the game, maybe lack of time or adversary?

The machine finishes purr, leaving a steaming cup he hastened to seize. It was 7:45 am and it was his first cup of coffee of the day. He could have done like everyone else and listen to the radio the latest news from the world but Spencer Reid was not like everyone else and he preferred to watch the outside world from his window rather than hearing the news in a sizzling wave caused by the phone. Now the day was up and he saw the crowds, ever denser, run, shake even more quickly it was raining heavily.

Spencer Reid looked at his wall clock and his watch, he would soon have to go to Quantico. He put his cup in the sink and began to rinse it before drying and put it in it first place, on the coffee machine, everything would be ready for its next use. He picked up the phone he had placed on the table and a box of medicines before grabbing his coat and leave.

The rain made slippery sidewalks this winter. His briefcase tightly against him, he walked to the subway that would engulf him to spit out after several stations, to a place where he will meet his friend and colleague, Agent Derek Morgan. It would end with him the road. Often asked why he had not chosen an apartment closer, or a car to get around, he replied that he it was usefulness and he went out the statistics on the carbon footprint so they stopped. All the others were impressed by his knowledge, and often called "Mr. Know-it-all" because at only 20, he got more degrees than most normal people. That didn't hurt him, he had the habit of being different from others and spent a lot of time looking for a place to be before to meet the agent Gideon who was part of the team of Aaron Hotchner in the BAU of the FBI. If Gideon had left him, he remained with those who now formed his family and he was happy to join everyday despite the horror they were working on. He knew that he made nightmares because of his job but he was reassured by saying that it was the human part of him not to think that it was normal.

The metro finally stopped at his station and he rushed between the doors with the packed crowd. He extricated himself somehow on one side and opened a book he had in his bag, beginning reading. If he loved metro it was because it gave him time to read what he could not have done while driving. The metro shooked out to other stations, the people came, or went out, and he was reading without paying attention to them. Finally his station arrived, he went out and joined the escalators. The metro was closed and continued his underground race as he left the underworld to that of humans.
He put his book when the first drops began to wet the pages. He squinted, outdoor light, even on rainy days, dazzled. He stopped on the sidewalk looking around for Morgan's car that he spotted a few minutes later. He walked up to it.

"So Reid, you still do not want to drive despite the rain? " Joked his friend.
Spencer replied by:
"Do you know how much CO ² you reject every startup? " Morgan started the car.
They arrived a little late at the office where other team members also arrived, officers Jennifer Jarreau, Emily Prentiss, Aaron Hotchner and Gideon's replacement, David Rossi.
Spencer took off his jacket and began to search his pockets looking for money to run hiscoffee when suddenly his heart sank. He leaned his coat and looking at it when JJ said:
"Something wrong Spence? "
He straightened up and looked before answering
"Hole in my pocket JJ. "
She smiled and said:
"It doesn't matter, I'll pay for your coffee. "
"No, that's not it, my phone is no longer there. "