I do not own Criminal Minds
I'm a little manic these days. Looking for new story ideas while job hunting to go from "underemployed" to "underemployed full-time." I don't care about the politics. I just want to put this story out there.
Reid juggles raising two children who are geniuses while working for the FBI in Orlando as his wife considers a run for president.
Chess, Family, and Politics
"Dad don't you think string theory doesn't describe the universe, but only states the opposite of facts in favor of constructions that can only be proven in hypothetical situations with little connection to real objects?" his son Alex asked over breakfast.
Reid spooned some eggs on to his plate. "I don't know son. String theory has been around since the seventies. People are a fan of it."
"That doesn't mean anything," Alex insisted. "Theories are constantly being proved and disproved."
His daughter Rachel was buttering some toast. "I think String theory is still important. Without it there is no way to correlate relativity with quantum mechanics."
Alex made a face at her. "That's because you're only ten," he said.
She made a face back at him. "Two year of age difference doesn't necessarily equate to more knowledge. I started studying physic before you did."
"But I read faster," he said.
"Children!" his wife Miranda said as she helped Reid clean pans. "You are both entitled to your opinions on string theory, no matter who started learning about it first. Got it?"
They both nodded their heads obediently.
Twenty minutes later. Miranda passed out their lunches and Reid led them out of the house to wait for the bus.
"No arguing about string theory in class," Reid said. "I don't want another note from your teachers like when you deconstructed the Nash equilibrium."
"But Dad," they both said in unison.
"No buts," he said sternly. "You won't learn unless you follow the teacher's curriculum. Understood?"
"Yes," they both said sullenly.
Miranda joined him in watching their kids get on the bus.
"You know how I love you and our kids right?" she said. "I would never change a single hair on their heads."
"I know," he said lovingly as the bus pulled away.
"But sometimes going to work with congress makes me feel like the smartest person the room compared to when I'm at home."
He held the door open for her. "Intelligence is proven to be inherited from the mother."
"I don't care what science says," she said they re-entered the house. "They both sound more like you."
"Their intelligence surprises me sometimes. They also need to learn when to keep their thoughts to themselves and listen to others for the good of the group."
"It's a good thing you're around to teach them then," she said with a smile.
Reid picked up his messenger bag. "It took me years to learn that lesson. I need to get going. Try not to make Haynes from Ways and Means look like a fool tomorrow. You won't get more infrastructure spending for the new bridge, with the strategy you're currently using."
"I'll try," she said and then hugged and kissed him. "I love you," she said.
"I love you too," he said.
He glanced back at her. He loved how she still kept her strawberry-blond hair at shoulder-length so he could still stroke it. Reid would do anything for her. Even if it included upending his entire life for her again.