Everyone has their sanctuary. Some people go to church, others enjoy spending time in nature. Some people find solace in their local coffee shop. But nothing put Spencer Reid more at peace than a late-night visit to the local 24/7 diner down the road. It was his haven; the place where he felt safe.
For an insomniac like himself, the reliability of the diner was always so comforting. While the rest of the world slept, the diner was always there, like a good friend. For whatever reason, his mind would find clarity in the wee hours of the morning, while the sun still hid behind the horizon. When he was there, he would be the most productive. He thought better and simply felt better, which was why he was sitting in his favorite booth at that particular moment. Yet, the diner didn't seem to be able to bring him out of his melancholy state that night.
He sat hunched over the table, staring at nothing. Although, one look at him would give away the tone of the thoughts he seemed to be lost in. Half moons hung under his bloodshot eyes, his long curly hair was extremely disheveled, and his five o'clock shadow seemed to be stuck more at eight o'clock. The clothes that hung loosely on his thin frame were obviously dirty, as they were stained and wrinkled.
He didn't care about his appearance, though. The one thing he cared about was finding an answer to the question that seemed to ring repeatedly through his mind; How could he have let things get this far?
A/N: So, here's a short prologue to a new story I'm kind of excited about. Naturally, it's about Spencer. Also, I know it says JJ as well, but you'll see what's going on once I post the first chapter. Please let me know what you think, because if it's not going to be well-received, then I might as well not continue it, ha. So lemme know! Loveeee, RA.