Reid climbed in to the back of the black SUV. He had stormed out of yet another
argument with his fellow teammates. This time it was Blake. He didn't
particularly like fighting with his team, or with anyone for that matter, but he
was craving a high so badly and his last needle broke.
So what if he was using again? He never shot up at work, and when they were on
cases, he only did it at night right before he went to bed.
He was in the back seat. He didn't really want to talk to Blake when she came
out. He just wanted a quiet drive back to the precinct. "Well it's about time."
He mumbled to himself as the drivers door opened and then closed. Spencer didn't
bother to look up as the car started, as to avoid any nasty glares in the rear
view mirror. As the car started down the dirt road Spencer rubbed his hands
together. The hot Arizona sun was bright today... God he wanted to shoot up.
"That's not a very good idea Spencer. And besides, don't you only use right
before bed?" Spencer blinked. He was sure he hadn't said a word. and nobody
knew about his, 'habit'. "Blake?" I'm not Blake, you idiot. You would think a
profiler would pay more attention." The hairs on Reid's neck stood up. He
reached for his gun but it wouldn't come out of its holster. It was stuck, how
could it be stuck!? " so your not going to try to talk to me? Your not going to
talk me down, or even ask why a strange woman just commandeered an official police
force vehicle with an FBI agent inside? Your just going to shoot me? Wow you
must really be in a bad mood." The woman's voice was calm, steady, even
comforting. Reid slowly moved his hand away from his holster and tried to
remember if he new this woman. Her voice was very familiar. "Spencer! I've known
you since forever!" The woman flipped around, grabbing the back of the drivers
seat, completely letting go of the wheel and flashed him a smile. "Agh!
Drive!" Reid exclaimed throwing his face into his palms. But when he didn't
hear the inevitable screeching of tires and crunching of metal, he slowly
peeked through his fingers back at the drivers seat. "Agh!" He screamed, for
now there was simply no one at all driving the 10 ton car. Suddenly Reid heard
giggling to his left, as light and soft as Christmas bells. He slowly turned his
head to see that it was her! That woman was in the back seat! But his eyes had
only been closed for 26.12 seconds! Reid suddenly felt ill. "Oh don't worry
Spencer! Look! The woman pointed to the steering wheel and it was steering
itself! "But that's impossible!" The confused doctor exasperatedly exclaimed. He
was flabbergasted, but more than that just relieved to be alive. "Oh Spencer! Of
course you're alive! I would never let anything happen to you. It's sort of my
job." Reid looked at the woman for the first time. She had long wavy black hair,
deep grey eyes, and perfect skin. She seemed to be about his age, and the only
thing old about her were her eyes. They were tired yes, but they also seemed to
carry an enormous weight. He knew her... Oh she was so familiar. It was like he
had known her all of his life but now... "What's wrong Spencer? Eidetic memory
on the Fritz?" Spencer was embarrassed to ask her name. He had never had to ask
someone's name before that he had already knew. After all the kidnapping, making
the car drive by itself, teleporting to the back seat, and on top of all that
him not remembering her name, Reid felt at a rather large disadvantage. "Don't
feel bad Spencer, you shouldn't recognize me. No one should. In fact it's rather
impressive that you've gotten this far in your deductions." Reid blinked at the
mysterious woman and decided to swallow his pride. "Who are you?" The woman
flashed the biggest grin you could ever see and gave Spencer a huge hug. "Agent
Tara Dalton! Guardian Angel 27th Division!" She beamed as she pulled out a badge
saying exactly as she had and flashed it to Reid. He looked at the girl as if
she were mad, as she very well may be. "I understand your doubts Spencer, but
it's true! Look I have my badge and everything!" Reid looked deep into the
flimsy piece of plastic to examine it and suddenly he could hear laughter, and
crying, and voices, splashing into a pool, a scream, a gun shot, violent
coughing, As he heard all of these things, he saw flashes of a child drowning, a
man in an ally way being shot, and then he could see him, in a hospital bed. He
wasn't moving. "No! No! What was that? Is that when I'm gonad die?! Did all of
those people die?"Tara put the badge back into her pocket. "Of course not. Not
even I know when your going to die. I'm 27th division. That means I've saved 27
of my humans lives. Those were all of the times that that happened. Thanks by
the way, you've helped rack up quite a few points. She smiled again, not quite
realizing how unsettling the joke really was. "So when I was lying in that
hospital bed?" "Sweetie you're gonna have to be more specific." Spencer frowned.
I had sores everywhere. And JJ was there, reading a magazine in the corner.
"Hmm... Oh! Anthrax! The time you got anthrax poisoning!" Reid frowned. She was
just a bit to excited to be talking about that. "I can't believe I'm saying
this, this defies all logic and science, but if you say that your my guardian
angel, than" he took a deep breath. "I believe you." Tara smiled again. "Good!
Because there is something you have to see" she reached out a hand. Spencer eyed
it warily, and nervously took it. Tara flashed her huge beautiful smile. "Let's
go!"