Just another idea bouncing around my head. There is a method to my madness and I promise to get back to Edge of Sanity in a couple days at the latest!

Lady Suprema

Reid finally collapsed on to his bed the night before Thanksgiving. He arrived home early in the morning to find the house a complete mess as usual. Mrs. Liner was a godsend in making sure his mom took her meds, but even she could only do so much. It pained him to admit it, but he was counting the days until he could have his mother committed to guarantee her health and safety.

There was a tapping at his window. Reid opened the blinds to see Mrs. Liner's daughter Tracy outside his window. He opened the window and there were tears in her eyes.

"Spencer," she said. "I've come to say goodbye."

"What?" he said. "Come in."

He helped her through the window and she collapsed on his bed.

"My mom got lucky at the poker table and she's using all the money to relocate us to LA. She has a friend who says we can stay at her place until we find an apartment. We leave early tomorrow morning."

"I made a contract with your mom," he said. "She has to give me two weeks' notice before leaving."

"Oh, you'll love this," she said. "She's been saving the money you gave her to hire me a big-time agent."

"Tracy, you're beautiful and you'll make a spectacular actress," he said. "If she thinks this is what's best, maybe you should give it a shot?"

"I don't want to leave!" she cried. "I don't want to leave you!"

"I'm only here on long weekends anyway," he said.

"But you've been my neighbor since I was ten and the best thing to ever happen to me," she said. "Seeing you brightens my day. I help with your mom too, and she always says the sweetest things about you."

"I didn't know you felt this way about me," he said softly.

She stood up and smiled.

"For a genius, you can be pretty clueless at times," she said wiping a tear away. "You're smart, sweet, and good-looking."

He blushed.

"The only person who has ever called me good-looking is my mother. I'm too young for the girls in college."

"Not for me," she said stroking his face. "For me you're perfect."

She kissed him. He kissed her back. When they let go, she laughed.

"You forgot to breathe, silly."

"You took me by surprise," he said. "You literally took my breath away."

He kissed her again. She massaged his shoulders and reached for his shirt. Reid stopped her.

"Do you really want this?" he asked.

"Yes," she said. "The age of consent in Nevada is sixteen. We're both sixteen. Give me one night to remember you by, Spencer Reid."

She quickly pulled off his shirt.

He took a step back.

"One last question," he said quickly. "Are you on the pill?"

"My mom took me to Planned Parenthood the summer before high school started," she said.

Reid thought he saw a brief hint of panic in her eyes, but he dismissed it as nerves. He certainly felt nervous.

"I'm a virgin," he said as she continued to undress him.

"Do you trust a woman to lead?" she asked playfully.

"I trust you," he said and kissed her again.

Seven Weeks Later:

Tracy felt it was appropriate to see if she was carrying Spencer's child by taking the test in the Los Angeles Public Library bathroom. The stress of her mother and leaving Vegas made her miss a couple days on the pill, but she didn't think it was a big deal. She'd have to run away from home as her wouldn't want her to get rid of it. Telling Spencer wasn't an option as his plate was already full, with his mom and school. Having never thought of herself as dumb, Tracy knew she could make it work. She had to.

It came back positive. She felt a mixture of happiness and terror. Being a single mom was going to be hard, but not impossible. Tracy felt determined to give Spencer's baby the best life imaginable.

Seven Months later:

Tracy sat sadly in the hospital room. Her baby was covered in tubes. Never in her life did she feel so alone. She should have told Spencer. Spencer would have known what to do. But he had a life to live. She didn't want to burden him with what was the result her idea of foolish fun.

A nurse came in with more water for her.

"For the record I think you're doing the right thing," she said.

"Thanks," she said in a low tone.

"Can I do anything else for you sweetheart?" she asked. "Maybe get the hospital chaplain?"

"No thank you," she said.

"Just buzz if you need anything," she said.

"Wait," she said. "I've wanted to write my baby a letter to go with her, but my hands can't seem to stop shaking. Can you write it for me?"

"Absolutely dear!" she said, pulling out a pen and pad. "What do you want me to write?"

"To My Dear Daughter: I'm sorry I couldn't keep you. I will love you for the rest of my life and promise to never forget you. The best way I can show you how much I love you is by sending you to live with another couple. What I am giving you by giving you away is a better life. If I did not think you would be happier with this couple I promise I would not be giving you away. My heart will always be with you.

I am sure you have questions about your father. He is a good man, but I didn't tell him about you because his mom is very sick. I don't think he could give you the happy life you deserve while maintaining a job and meeting the needs of his mom. I know this may not seem fair to him by not giving him a voice in giving you a better life, but I think it is for the best. You come from two people who have good hearts.

I would not be doing this if I didn't think it was the right thing to do. I will think of you every day for the rest of my life. You are my angel and always will be.

Love,

Tracy Ellen Liner"

The nurse burst into tears after finishing.

"That is just beautiful. That little girl will appreciate it and know you love her. You are one special young woman, Tracy."

She didn't respond immediately. Tracy prayed she was doing the right thing.

Twenty-Two Years Later:

Cressida Colin read the note over again for the millionth time for good luck. She wondered whose tears were on the note as her parents said her birth mother had a nurse write it. Her birth mother remained mystery to her. She had gone looking for her when she was a teen with the help of her parents, but never found her. She could be dead for all she knew, but Colin held out hope she was alive.

"Cressida Colin?" a woman said interrupting her thoughts.

"Yes?" she said hastily putting the well-worn piece of paper away.

"They're ready for you."

Colin entered the audition room. There were five people sitting at a table in front of her.

"Please state your name and what role you're auditioning for," the first man on her left said.

"My name is Cressida Colin and I am auditioning for the role of Lady Suprema."