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Reid gulped down the last mouthful of homemade coffee before he placed the empty mug back on the table.

Tired of sitting and wandering alone with his wild thoughts, Reid closed the book on his lap with a heavy sigh. Reid leaned his head onto the couch and stared at the top, the white ceiling. It was his day off and having a day off was something Reid doesn't look forward to, because after all, there was nothing new for him to do or someone he was looking forward to spend too. Reid closed his eyes and sighed. His much loved apartment looked very much empty and sounded awfully silent.

Reid got up, somehow the silence was too much for him to take in. He walked to his room, changed into normal pair of clothes before he walked out.

However, he stopped dead at the entrances of his apartment. Reid realized that he has no idea on where should he go and whom can he meet to spend his time.

Reid looked around for a second and it looked to be a perfect day for a walk. He walked past people, silently contemplating about his life. Morgan had invited him for a day out, but Reid declined politely, knowing it would be more perfect for him to spend it with Savannah. A sudden laughter from the teenagers walking past him snapped him out his thoughts.

"Maybe this is how it should be. For me, to be alone." Reid thought to himself.

It has been two years since Maeve has died and Reid wondered if he would be able to open up himself for any other person in his life. Morgan, Garcia even JJ has talked to him about moving on in his life, to find a new beginning in his life but sometimes, he wondered it would be easy like how they were saying.

Reid inhaled a fresh amount of clean air before he sat on the bench in the park. His lungs expanded the moment a larger amount of clean air was inhaled. Reid opened his eyes only to allow the green scenes in the park to rejuvenate his eyes. The field was filled with the sounds of the children's carefree laughter.

"New beginning." Reid whispered to himself.

"Oh, crap!"

Reid turned around to see a young lady on the ground holding her ankle. Assuming her to have fallen down, Reid got up quickly to help her.

"Are you okay?" Reid asked as he kneeled nearer to her.

"Yeah." She replied with pain evident in her voice. "I tried avoiding the bunch of branches over there …" she looked up and meet Reid's eyes.

Her blonde hair was straight and pulled back into a low ponytail. Her face was young with perfect pale complexion. She looked sensible and simple.

Her brown color eyes sparkled on its own, catching Reid off guard.

"I took a step and boom," Her words tumble down Reid's desire to studying her beauty. "Came right down on the ankle, ouch …" she cried, holding her ankle.

"Here, let me help you." Reid held out his hand which she took gratefully.

With Reid holding her hand, she limped her way to the bench. "Why don't you sit first, I will be back in a while."

Reid left the poor young lady and ran across the street to get a packet of ice.

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"Here, it might help." Reid gently placed the packet of ice on her ankle. "I think you might have sprained your ankle."

"Oh man, definitely a bad day." She groaned to herself.

"It could have been much worse, if you have broken it."

She looked up and both their eyes meet again. Smiling a little, she replied. "I guess, I'm Grace Carlson." She introduced herself.

"Spencer Reid."

"Well, thank you, Spencer."

"You're welcome but I really think you should get your ankle checked, just to be sure. Should I call someone?"

"Ermm, my friends are out of town, just get me a cab, I will be fine by myself."

"Come on, I will walk you to the main street." Holding back Reid's hand, Grace limped her way.

"I am sorry for troubling you."

"Please, don't be." Slowly, as Reid helped her, he looked down at her ankle. He knew she wouldn't be fine on her own and he has no desire on leaving her alone as well.

"Grace, I know you're capable of looking out for yourself, but let me follow you in case you need any help."

Both stopped at the corner of the street. With one hand holding her shoes and her other hand clinging to Reid's, she knew she wouldn't be able to manage on her own, but at the same time, she was not sure if she was willing to allow a stranger to follow her.

She looked up and for the third time, their eyes were locked with each other. Something about his eyes, they convey a deep truth, telling her that he meant no harm.

"It is okay? I didn't want to disturb you." She asked a small voice, hiding her judging gaze behind.

"Not at all, come on."

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"Hey, what did they say?" Reid got up the moment he saw Grace hobbling her way to him with her crutches.

"Sprained ankle and crutches for a few days."

Reid smiled sadly. "Don't worry, I'm sure it would get better in a few days. Come on, we will stop by to fill your prescription and I will drop you back home."

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"This one?" Reid asked as he pulled a set of keys from her backpack.

"Yeah, and third key will open the main door."

"Okay." Reid unlocked the door and let Grace to hobble her way in first. He helped her to settle on the couch.

Reid looked around and took a small pillow from the opposite chair.

"You want to sit or lie down?"

"I think I will lie down for a while, my friends should be home soon."

"Okay," Reid gently lifted her ankle and placed the pillow underneath it. "I will walk myself out."

"Spencer." Grace called as she propped her elbow to support herself. "Thank you very much."

"You're welcome."

"Can you pass me my backpack?" Reid handed the bag and waited.

"Here." Grace took something from the bag and held it out to his reach.

"Grace, I didn't …"

"I know, I just want you to have it, my token of friendship."

Reid smiled before he walked nearer and really looked at what Grace was holding.

"It's a violin, I carved it from wood. It's something I like to do."

Reid took it and mesmerized by its detailed carving. "It's beautiful, thanks."

"No, thank you."

Reid smiled. "Bye, take care of yourself."

"Bye, Spencer." Grace said and lay down again when she heard the main door being closed. Maybe it's not a bad day after all.

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Reid walked to his house and closed the door. He walked straight to his room and took the carved violin from his pocket and placed it on his table beside his mother's photograph. Maybe there's a new beginning after all.

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