I do not own Criminal Minds! This is what I think would be going thru Reid's mind on his 1st birthday with the team.
Italics are personal thoughts.
"Happy Birthday Reid!" The team shouted together.
Reid laughed. "Thanks guys." Morgan came up behind Reid and snapped a party hat on his head. Reid always hated those things. The elastic string made him feel like he was choking. Reid adjusted the strap and smiled.
Garcia bustled through with a big box. She plopped it down on the table in front of Reid. "Here ya go, Birthday Boy," she said with a wink. Reid opened the box to a home made cake. Chocolate cake, chocolate frosting. Red letters across is spelled out: "Happy Birthday Reid, Now your 1 year Smarter! Wait...That's not possible!" A smile laced the end of the sentence, pulling laughter out of everyone there. Reid laughed along with the team.
On the outside, Dr. Spencer Reid was happy, calm. On the inside, he was silently shattering.
He looked around at the team, all were had even managed to get a smile out of Hotch, and that was never haooened. But then, why was Reid so upset? His mind went back to places he didn't want it to go. He was happy here, so why did old, unhappy birthday memories have to show up?
Reid cut the cake and handed out the pieces. As soon as cake was done, Garcia asked to see his rocket/magic trick while Hotch and Gideon silently slipped away. Reid laughed and had the remaining members turn around. He added the ingredients and shook up the film case. The team turned around as bubbles slipped out the bottom. The "rocket" launched up and landed in front of Hotch and Gideon, each carrying a couple presents.
They put the presents on the table and sat down. Reid looked at the small pile. Four presents. That's three more the he would have gotten with his mom. Four more then the birthday parties when he was young. He pushed those thoughts away and piked up the first present.
Five minutes later, a book thicker then any on his shelf, a protractor, a dictionary, and thirty-five dry-erase board markers sat in front of him. "Thanks, guys. You didn't have to do this."
Morgan laughed. "Ya we did. Comon Birthday Boy, lets get your lifetime supply of markers to your office." Morgan scopped up a bunch and grabbed the protractor while Reid grabbed the books and the rest of the markers. They laughed together as they found spots for everything in Reid's small office.
So far, his birthday hadn't been that bad. But he is Reid, and no matter how good it started, his birthdays always ended in tragedy...
So, what did you think? The next chapter should be out soon... Please comment! I want to know how good I am.