Enjoy!
Death Fears Me
It took me longer than I would have like to admit that I had been outsmarted. There was no easy solution. It was time to take control and lose everything else.
I turned to Garcia sadly.
"I love you, Penelope," I said and lowered my weapon
"Reid, DON'T!" she screamed.
"I'll go with you," I said to Agent Meadows. "Let Garcia go."
She nodded to the agents in the car and Garcia was pushed out.
"Reid, please," Garcia begged.
"Get in the car," Meadows said.
"You saved me once, Penelope," I said sadly. "Now I'm saving you."
"Not this way!" she cried.
"Now!" Meadows said.
I approached the car as Garcia stood frozen to the ground.
"Tell the team, I love them," I said.
Meadows pushed me in before Garcia could say anything. The car quickly sped off. A hood was thrown on my head before I could look back on the future I left behind to save the world.
…
I was presented a set of white clothing. They gave me privacy to put them on but took my old ones. I was then led into a room that was to be considered my sacred chamber for audiences. At the center was a fire in an oil drum. Two acolytes stepped forward gave me my clothes that been folded in a neat stack. I refused to let them see my hands shake as I took them. Then, without being asked, I dropped them into the flames.
Meadows appeared and presented me with my FBI credentials. I looked at them briefly and refused to shed a tear. I dropped them into the flames.
"You are no longer Special Supervisory Agent Dr. Spencer Reid," she said. "You are now the Messiah."
Author's Note:
I thought about this as a one-shot, but I want to give it more space to breathe now. I have most of it written in my head, so expect updates fast. Also, my computer screen keeps blinking and I want to post before it crashes.
