Hey, it's me. That one crazy chick. So, I've been reading around and have been noticing a LOT of Reid being de-aged. But, within these, an idea popped into my noggin. WHAT IF a small victim (age 3-4) was saved by the miraclous man? Would that be okay? Well, I don't care what you think. Actually, I do. Disregard almost everything I've said and REID AND REVIEW! And remember… I LOVE YOU, YOU LOVE ME!
Yes, the name of my character is based off of two Beatles songs (Elinor Rigby and Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds). Please keep in mind that I am using a dinosaur computer aznd it doesn't have spell check…
ELINOR "LUCY" RIGBY
Reid walked up the UnSub's stairs, checking for anymore bodies, clues, maybe even the UnSub himself. The rest of his team was busy downstairs, digging up some of the bodies from below the house. The second story was quiet, considering the commotion downstairs. He held his handgun at eyelevel, checking each room briefly as he passed by.
At the end of the hall was a heavy oak door. Reid shoved it open. As he opened it, he thought that it was empty. But, as his eyes adjusted to the dark, he noticed shapes. A crib in one corner, a mirror in another. He walked in, preparing himself for anything. Well, almost anything. What Dr. Spencer Reid saw handcuffed to the crib saddened him almost even more than the bodies downstair.
A liitle girl, no older than either three or four, dressed in a soiled princess-y dress, lay there, the only movement coming from the rise and fall of her chest.
"Hello?" Reid said, trying to get her attention.
She turned, facing him. Her pale face was streaked with a gruesome mixture of blood and grime. The tears cut through it. Her blue eyes burned into him.
"My name is Spencer Reid. Can you tell me your name?" he asked softly, kneeling next to her.
"Ewinow Wigby… B-but, you can cawl me Wucy."
Awwww! I dunno, don't ask. If you need help with understanding her words, please tell me! Other than that… BAI BAI!
Oh, and I forgot! I don't own Criminal Minds, though I wish I did.