AN: No matter how much I want to, I will never own Criminal Minds in any way, shape, or form :)

This idea came to me after watching a youtube video about the same thing...I hope you enjoy my little story! ^^ Reviews greatly appreciated :D (and I'm sorry...I know this chapter is short...I shall try to write longer ones in the future! **determination**)

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Warm sunlight filters through the gently waving trees, illuminating the faint, suspended dust motes swirling through the air. The light traces bright patterns upon the green, grassy floor, like steppingstones to another world.

Ancient trees, majestically beautiful, shade the timeless wrought iron fence that surrounds the peaceful field. At several sections along the fence, leafy ivy circles the metal posts, springy vines curling off in abundance. Forest green, bushy shrubs line the exterior of the iron, brambles intertwining with the fence itself.

The aroma of pure air permeates the atmosphere, seeming to caress each visitor in it's clean embrace. High above, highlighted against a brilliant robin's-egg-blue, thin, wispy clouds sprawl across the wide expanse of the sky. The faint taste of fall wafts through the air, crisply chilly. The air seems to bristle right upon the edge of ice: freshly cold, cracking with vitality. A serene silence permeates the surroundings, bringing a feeling of all-encompassing peace and stillness.

This grass-lined cemetery is home to several large pieces of stone, some elaborately carved in the hallowed shape of God's messengers, others bearing a mix of crosses or stars. Many are humble, time worn, and faded; an occasional few are huge, hulking buildings, grandiosely styled.

A frigid breeze sweeps through the already nippy air, ruffling the trees. A few leaves separate from their branchy homes and drift down towards the earth below. A single, green leaf, tinged with subtle yellow, spirals slowly through the air, coming to rest upon one of the many stones scattered throughout the field. This particular slab is engraved simply, with only a name, no typical religious depictions.

DR. SPENCER REID