Perhaps this isn't the best time to start a new story. I already I two others stories on hold that I haven't worked on in months…but this…I have to write this.
Spencer Reid had a headache. Which wasn't all that unusual because he had been getting them quite frequently recently. He had gone to several doctors. He had gotten several tests done. He had gotten second, third, fourth opinions. They all said the same thing. There's nothing physically wrong with your brain. It must be psychological.
But Spencer Reid knew crazy, and he knew he wasn't crazy. There was no way. He couldn't be crazy. He wouldn't, couldn't let himself believe their "diagnosis".
So Spencer decided he would grit his teeth and bear the pain. Eventually, someone had to figure what was wrong.
He just never expected that someone to be an old friend. If you could call him that. See, this "old friend", was a complete total jerk.
Scratch that.
He was a narcissist, a bastard, an asshole, and a jerk who no regard for the feelings of others, privacy, or respect for the law.
When Spencer came home on Monday after a long day at work, something was off. He didn't feel alone in his house. And he wasn't.
A Dr. Gregory House was sitting in his armchair. Yes, the narcissistic bastard had, once again, broken into Spencer's house.
"What are you doing here, House?" Spencer asked, frustration seeping into his words.
"I don't even get a proper 'Hello'?" House asked.
"You lost that privilege when you broke into my house."
"But I have a key."
"Which you stole, so it's still breaking and entering," Spencer paused, "If you're just here to annoy me, please leave. I don't have the patience to deal with you. At all."
"I'm not here to annoy you. I'm here to help. I've been looking at your medical files. And I want you to come to Princeton Plainsboro for some tests."
"What are you going to do that hasn't already been done?"
"I'm the head of the diagnostics department, it's my job to figure out what wrong with people when no one else can. Besides, I doubt any of your previous doctors even bothered to consider if the headaches were a symptom of something going on in some part of the body other than the brain."
Spencer gaped at him. He hadn't even thought of that.
"Some genius you are. You should have come to me right away after the first doctor couldn't figure it out. Idiot," House continued. "Now let's get going."
"Going?" Spencer asked.
House sighed. "Don't you want to get this thing over with? The sooner we get to the hospital the better. And you can deal with your boss later. Let's go."
With that, Spencer was shoved out the door.