DISCLAIMER- I do not own, I have never owned, and most probably will never own criminal minds or it's characters. This makes me sad.
This story is set during and after season four, episode eight.
And this is my own understanding of existentialism. I don't know if it's right.
"...How many existentialists does it take to screw in a lightbulb? Two. One to change the lightbulb, and one to observe how it symbolizes an incandescent beacon of objectivity in a netherworld of cosmic nothingness."
The class stared back blankly. They didn't laugh.
Except one girl in the back of the room, who let out a small snort. This girl had long, wavy red hair and a slightly upturned nose. The class may have looked at her even more strangely than they had looked at Spencer Reid, had they heard her. Not that she would care, for Adryan had never been one to care about what others thought. She was twenty-three years old, in her second year of law school. She had graduated high school a year early, more than ready to start college. Four years later she earned a B.A. in philosophy and psychology, proudly hanging in the shabby apartment she shared with her sister, Jessica.
As the presentation ended, Adryan stuffed her notebooks in her bag, and not quite knowing what she was doing, followed Reid and tapped him on the shoulder.
"I understood your joke," she said "Existentialism is a category of philosophy when one observes and questions the world, the people, and its own existence as well. So, the reason why they need to be two, is that one changes the light bulb, and the other to observe how it represents the subjectivity of perspective, how people see the world from different perspectives, like sounds and smells, because in a world of cosmic nothingness-"
"It would theoretically just be darkess, so we couldn't use our sense of sight." he finished "I didn't think anybody got that joke." He smiled and rumpled his hair shyly. Rossi just stood there, knowing that they should most probably get moving but not wanting to ruin the boy genius' moment.
Adryan smiled back. Before she could think about it too much, she pulled out her note book and wrote Adryan Lindsay and her cell phone number in a blue pen.
"Call me sometime, we could discuss it." she said, handing him the piece of paper and walking away, hardly believing what she had just done. She didn't usually just give out her number to perfect strangers, but had somehow felt a strange connection to the nerdy, awkward man.
Reid, meanwhile, stood clutching the paper in shock. A girl had just given him her number? And he hadn't done anything, just discuss the simple topic of existentialism
"You know, she may change her mind if she turns around and sees you gaping at her." Rossi said
"Why did she do that?" he said, genuinely confused. He had always been awkward around girls, a pretty redheads weren't usually throwing their numbers at him.
Rossi shook his head and smiled, "Looks like you just got yourself a girlfriend there, Reid" he said, patting him on the back.
He would have no doubt contemplated this all day, if it had not been for who approached him next and what they said. They had just found another serial killer.
"And I just gave my number to him. I don't know what the hell came over me" Adryan vented to her sister that night, sitting on the couch eating Baskin Robbins.
"What's the big deal? I do it all the time." Jessica said, rolling her eyes. Adryan knew very well that Jessica did this all the time, she brought another man home seemingly every day from the clubs she frequented. "And besides, you haven't had a serious relationship in two years, since you and Caleb broke up. This could be good for you."
Adryan dug her spoon into the ice cream violently, mixing it around. "I don't think he'll even call, he seemed pretty weirded out." She ate a large bite of ice cream, letting the sweetness seep into her taste buds and tried to ignore the brain freeze.
"You never know. At least today you decided to wear makeup. Now cheer up, I have to go to work and I don't want to leave here with my baby sister feeling sad." Jessica was a bartender at a popular nightclub downtown. Adryan sighed and assured her she was fine, and Jessica disappeared into the bathroom to get ready, leaving Adryan alone with her thoughts. Would he call? It sounded so juvenile, like wondering whether the cute boy who folds shirts at the mall liked you, or if the quarterback would ever break up with the cheerleading captain for you.
Later that night, the BAU team got together at a local bar to celebrate their arrest of yet another serial killer, except for Hotch, who had decided to say late at work, yet again. They joked around and laughed as Morgan shared a story about his latest date, which hadn't gone very well.
"Oh speaking of dates, you won't believe what happened to us today at Strayer University." Rossi said, smiling "Reid was approached by a very interesting young lady."
"Rossi, no!"
He ignored Reid's protests and proceded to tell them what had happened with Adryan. Reid blushed and looked down during his tale, embarrassed. The rest of the team was thrilled, of course.
"My man!" Morgan said, slapping Reid on the back.
"So, are you going to call her?" Emily asked, taking a sip of her beer.
"Should I? I mean, does she want me to?"
"Honey, if she gave you her number, than she wants you to call her. And she understood your exsistantileism thingie. Sounds perfect for you. Call her!" urged Garcia, twirling her shocking blond hair in her finger and playing with the umbrella in her childish red drink, which matched the outfit she had donned for the evening.
"Right now?" he asked.
"Why not?" Jordan Todd asked "You still have her number, right?"
"Well yeah, I memorized it."
Simultaneously , the team was urging him out the door of the bar and Reid was nervously dialing Adryan's number.
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