Through Blind Eyes

Chapter One: Hidden in a Music Room

A/N: I thought of this idea awhile back. It is about how different people connect and how people don't always understand it. Reid meets someone who opens his eyes in a foreign way: trust. This is a Reid paring, but not in a romantic way.

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Reid was having a bad day, drug wise that is. His PTS was kicking in hard. He had been having flashbacks all day. All he wanted was to go home and get a fix so he could sleep. That was the only reason Reid had kept talking the drugs at first, so that he could sleep. Before realizing it, he was addicted.

The first rime Reid's PTS had kicked in was when the team was working on a case in New York. As Morgan put it, "It's called empathy." Morgan did not realize that Reid had the Lithium in his bag and had thought about taking it all day. The stressor this time was finding the victims' bodies in cornfields. Then again, that had been what led to the case being solved.

Reid was walking pass the conservatory towards his apartment when he heard the music. The music was of someone playing Mozart's Concerto No. 23 in A Major, (Prelude: 1. Allegro). The person playing the Concerto was doing a fantastic job. Then again, Mozart had been a genius.

Before Reid knew what he was doing, he had made his way into a music room, where the music was playing. To his surprise, the person playing was a teen girl. The most surprising thing of all to Reid was that the girl play had the piece memorized. He found this rather impressive since the piece was a little over thirteen minutes long. The girl kept perfect time and did not miss a single note.

He sat down, closed his eyes, and listen with enjoyment to each measure that was played. Reid smiled as the tempo changed numerous times and the ritardando notes kicked in. As the melody ended the girl spoke: "You can come closer. I'm not going to bite or anything."

Reid started to make his way up to the teen, so as not to be rude of course. "I'm sorry…I didn't mean to-"

"To disturb me? You didn't, I was just practicing." The girl said cutting into Reid's sentence.

She had such seriousness to her that Reid found her intimidating, but it could have been that she had yet to looked up at him. "You play beautifully." Reid said hoping to encourage a conversation.

"Thank you. Do you play?"

"No."

"To bad. I'm Lillian Parker by the way, and you are?"

"I'm Spencer Reid. Parker? As in a relative of Peter Parker?" Reid joked extending a hand, but she did not take it, and resumed playing the piano.

The girl smiled. "Ah a fan of comics. No, last time I checked I am not related to Spider-man. If I find out other wise I'll let you know."

A beeping sound went off and Spencer looked around to see where it came from. The teen reached into her pocket, withdrew a watch, and pressed a button. In a computer like voice the watch said: "It is now 7:30 pm."

Reid found this somewhat strange since there was a clock on the wall directly opposite of Lillian. "It was nice to meet you Spencer. You should come around more often. Unfortunately, I have to go." She put her hand out to the side for Reid to shake and he did, even though he had been the one to offer a hand first.

After letting go of her hand, Lillian reached to the other side of the bench she sat on and withdrew a cane. Everything fell into place for Reid then. The girl was blind. "Oh, I didn't-"

"You didn't realize that I was blind. Was the watch or the cane the giveaway?"

"If you can't see, then how did you know I was in the room?"

"You gave off a little of what I presume is color. Some people do. In addition, you kept making noise. I'm blind, not deaf." Lillian smiled and with her cane tapping against the ground to feel where she was going walked away. "Later Spencer."

Reid was in absolute shock of how to react. He had barely met this teen and she already had his interest. How had that happened? He was not the type of person who made friends easily. When it came to being social, Reid was impaired. For a genius, Reid sure felt stupid at that moment. How had he not seen that she was blind? Did it really matter that she was blind?

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A/N: Well what did you think? Review to tell me. I hope you enjoyed it.