Reid's Childhood
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It was a warm day in Las Vegas and Spencer was walking to high school. On the way he stopped at his friend's house to walk with him.
His friend's name is Dave, another eccentric genius, and a great chess player.
They walked down the street in silence and once again stopped in front of Dorothy's house. Another good friend and she is also very bright.
They walked together and soon they were in their first class of the day, math.
It was still a bit early so Reid took out a textbook and worked on some math problems to pass the time.
Some of the football players behind him started to throw paper balls at his head. Spencer tried to sink into his chair but that only made them tease him more.
Dave looked at him and reached into his pocket and pulled out a pop-tart in a plastic bag. Dave gave him the snack and smiled at him. "Don't let them bother you Spencer, you better than them."
Suddenly one of the football players came up and took the pop-tart and crumbled it up in his hands. He laughed and walked back to his chair.
However Dorothy moved her leg out from under the desk a little too far and tripped the bully. He fell flat on his face.
The class burst into laughter as the boy got up and stumbled back into his seat.
Dorothy looked at Dave and Spencer and smiled.
At lunch, Dave suggested they eat outside. They walked outside to find the picnic tables empty. They sat down and ate while talking about chess and history.
"Hey Spencer, I made you something in art class" said Dorothy.
Dorothy handed him a small bracelet with green beads.
"It's a friendship bracelet. I made one for each of us. That way we will always be friends."
Many Years Later
Agent Spencer Reid was working at his desk.
Over to his right was a picture of his mother and over to his left was a picture of Dave, Dorothy and him when they graduated high school.
Dorothy became a professor at Harvard University and Dave worked as a scientist in NASA.
Still once a week they would call each other in a three-way call to tell each other about their lives.
Not only that, Spencer would, on occasion, look on his wrist to see the bracelet that Dorothy gave him.