A/N – This is gonna be a short chapter story depicting the last nine days of Christmas for Spencer Reid. Slight pairing at the end but clean. I hope ya'll love it. Merry Christmas and Happy New Years! Love ya' guys. I no own nothing, though if I did…

Chapter 1 – 9 Days Left.

"Silver bells, silver bells, hear them ring, hear them sing. It's Christmas time in the city. Ring a ding, ring a ling. Hear them ring, hear them si-"the radio squawked off and the lone occupant of the old car drove in silence. His hazel blue eyes peered intently at the snowy road in front of him and sighed. Snowy Nevada was covered at this time of the year unlike the California he was working in, but he had grew up here he was used to the snow and the ice. He was wearing a light blue button down shirt, with khaki pants and black dress shoes. His right hand left the wheel to brush back his brownish blonde hair. It was a nervous gesture for him. The visit to his home town was nerve wracking enough but visiting his mother was worse. The last time he had visited she had, had to be sedated and led back to her room. Yeah, time of his life. The building loomed in the distance and cast an eerie shadow on the landscape below. The building itself was a nice one, properly maintained, organized, and capable of taking care of his mother's problems and other things.

Showing his I.D. to the security guard on duty he was waved through and into the parking lot. Once parked he sat there to stare at the place in front of him, praying he never became like his mother, he hoped he didn't. The car door opened with a squeak and he reminded himself to get it oiled. He grabbed the wrapped present out of the back and walked to the front door. He knew he wouldn't forget to oil the door. God had had a sense of humor when he created Spencer Reid, with an I.Q. of 187, could read 20,000 words a minute, and an eidetic memory that wouldn't let him forget the BAU's worst cases.

He was at the building's door now. Reaching out a hand he gripped the cool metal in his hand and turned, it opened smoothly in his hand propelling him forward. The inside looked like the sugar plum fairy had invaded it. Glitter, tinsel and green and red crepe paper covered almost every inch of the room. The backing of the chairs had what looked like ribbons streaming off of them and the table cloth was a dark green with a rich red table runner that hung over the ends of the table with patterned crotchet work around the edges.

"Spencer!" a woman called, running over to him. She was wearing a burgundy dress with black flats; the sides of her hair were pinned down with butterfly clips leaving the rest free.

Putting the present down he opened his arms and gave her a hug. "Hey mom, how are you?" She pulled back and Reid could see she was looking good. He eyes glinted with a childish spark and she looked to be in her right mind.

"I'm fine, Spencer. What about you? Are you eating enough? Sleeping? How about a girlfriend?" she asked in one breath.

"Yes, I'm eating enough. I'm sleeping fine too. No girlfriend though I do have a slight crush on someone," he replied with a smile.

"Ooo, do tell." He let his mother pull him off to one side by the window. Patting the seat next to her she pulled her son's hand until he sat.

"Well, the person is very stubborn, caring, protective and is everything anybody could want," Reid said. His cheeks started to burn and he knew he was blushing, hard.

"So when do I meet him?" his mother asked, eyes boring a hole into her son's skull.

Reid sputtered. "Him?" he choked.

"Yes, him, you think I didn't know you were gay. You were never interested in girls your age and yet you stayed away from men too. Then you had a friend, John I think his name was and I could tell you liked him more than just friend's way," his mom explained.

"Diane, dinner's ready and we're waiting for you. Spencer, how wonderful to see you again!" a nurse said coming over to get his mom for dinner and giving him a hug. "You're staying right?"

He nodded, still speechless from what his mother had said. She knew, how? He hadn't known till a little while ago. He followed them to the table and took a seat next to his mom. The dinner was a true Christmas dinner, turkey and stuffing with cranberry sauce and rolls, green bean casserole, a fruit tray, deviled eggs, and a small veggie tray. It all tasted delicious and he enjoyed himself. Talking with his mom again, enjoying other people's company, this was what he lived for. Dessert came and he had second helpings of the pumpkin pie with whipped cream. The crowd died down and left, talking amongst themselves or with their families that had come to see them. Reid led his mom back over to the windowsill seat and picked up the present wrapped in pink paper.

"Merry Christmas mom," he said in a small voice, giving her the present.

She took it, eyes glistening with tears. "Thank you Spencer but you didn't have to."

"I know, I just wanted to get you something because I love you and you're my mom," Reid rambled.

"I love you too," she said ripping open the paper like a five year old. When she saw the thing he had gotten her she paused. "Oh, Spencer, you sweet boy you, how did you know?" she asked, setting the bath set down carefully and enfolding her son in a hug.

"Last time I was here you said something about it and I didn't forget. I found this at the store last week and it seemed like you so I got it. You like it?" his young face looked hopeful.

"Like it? I love it!" she cried happily, giving her son a hug again.

"Time's up Diane, I'm sorry," a nurse said coming over.

Diane nodded and, giving her son one last hug left with the nurse back to her room.

"I hope you'll continue coming, she behaves better when she knows you're here," the same nurse as before said. Her hair was white but her face looked younger than that.

Reid nodded. "Anytime I can get out of work I'll come."

The nurse nodded and followed him out to lock up the front door, the other families having left earlier. "Merry Christmas to you and a Happy New Year's too," she said.

He returned the sentiment and she closed the door. Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly he made his way to the car and climbed in. Turning the key in the ignition the motor turned over and he cranked the heat as far as it would go. Putting it in drive he made his way slowly out of the lot and onto the main road. He made his way back to Quantico and home.

A/N – I know it's short but I'm not planning on making a long story, just nine days' worth and only outing in details if their needed. I think the review button is around here somewhere. Please and tank you!