Title: They have no idea
Author: LupineLover
Rating: K
Word count: 296
Pairings: None
Warnings: weirdness---- based it on Tom Harris's description on Lecter's memory palace
Disclaimer: Not mine
Summary: mixture of a idea from Tom Harris and my brother who share my addiction of Criminal Minds and know the awesomeness of Spencer Reid.
Reid walks through the old hallways, old but relentlessly clean. He knows exactly where he is going. So he doesn't pause or make any unnecessary movement which are well greased by time. He hurries purposely ignoring the rare pieces of art on the wall as he passes examples of the masters. The Monet's, the van Gogh's and the occasional Rockwell left behind.
He passes an old arch window, stain glassed with the bright colours stabbing at the gloom in the corridors. The various colours flicker over the young man as he almost reaches his goal.
He pauses outside a heavy oak door with brass fittings. He slides his hand into his pocket pulls out a decorated key despite the age still clean from use. He slides it into the lock and step through.
The room is circular. A simple layout with all walls filled with bookcases floor to ceiling and filled with all manner of books from all ages. There is a small desk and chair facing the door with an old dark red seat with low handles. There is an inkwell set into the wood with a large quill trailing out. Various parchments litter the desk.
He walks up to a shelf and scanned the content , it was the third from the bottom shelf and pulled out the seventh book from the left and opens it to the 472 page and lets his eyes scroll down to the right section and reads it.
Reid snapped out of his mind. Thankfully only about a second has passed since he entered it. He repeats exactly what he just read in his mind quoting word for word.
When people called him smart...they have really no idea.