It had been a long week. The team had flown to Los Angeles to follow the deaths of 3 young socialites. Upon their arrival, another body had been found and work started immediately. The case robbing the investigators of sleep continued to prove itself as a hard pursuit until the Unsub made the lazy mistake of leaving incriminating evidence. Ultimately DNA was matched to a middle aged man who already was in the system for a series of break in's into wealthy peoples homes up to 8 years ago. The team was excited to be back home, to say the least. A bright weekend of relaxing and catching up with family.
Spencer Reid waited to take the metro home on that cool Friday night. Like the rest of his team, he was excited to get back to his home. He didn't have a spouse, animal, or child to come home too. He would come home to silence and the smell of books that lined his wall. While he did admit it got lonely occasionally, nothing did quite beat a quiet place for an introvert like himself.
Like a typical Friday night the metro was busy. It was filled with young people on their way to parties and bars, there was also professionals scattered about who were coming back from a late night at the office. Reid took a spot by the door of the bus holding on to a bar. It wouldn't be much longer till he reached his stop. He had enough of the chatter and boisterous attitude. Just as he saw one of the inebriated students come to approach him, the bus dinged and he hopped off to finish his journey home.
His building was old but it held character. It was clean, safe, and all the necessities an apartment needed to be a place called home. The building had three floors to which Spencer resided on the top and settled in a nice corner apartment. He made his way up the familiar route of the stairs and was greeted by his door. A small content smile of 'I've finally made it' crawled on his lips as he took out his. As excited as he was to shower and fall into bed, he couldn't help but notice the neighbours door was bare. Next door lived an elderly woman named Marianne Donalds. On her door was usually an elaborate wreath for the season or holiday. The wreath always paired with a nice door mat. She has eccentric but quiet. A great neighbour for someone like him. Too tired to ponder anymore he found himself unlocking his door and heading straight for his bedroom. A shower could wait till the morning.
Earlier that week while Reid was in Los Angeles, Marianne had been taken to the hospital by her carer. She was quite elderly and ended up passing away in the hospital. The family had been quick to act and already started the move out process for her apartment. The door was stripped bare and so was the apartment. It would only be a matter of time before a new renter entered the premise.
A vacant apartment next door eased him to quiet sleep.
Monday arrived and Reid was feeling relaxed and recuperated. He walked into the bullpen with a large coffee containing an unnatural amount of sugar. Reid set the coffee on the desk and took a seat. Morgan had already arrived as well as Emily.
"Morning" Spencer greeted cheerfully as he sipped back his coffee. On the right hand side of his desk had been a pile of case files awaiting his attention.
Morgan lifted his head up to acknowledge Reid. He and Emily were both feeling groggy from the weekend. Not often did they get to enjoy it like they just did. Both unfortunately feeling the side effects from the alcohol consumption and lack up to sleep. "You got some pep in your step, what did you manage to get into this weekend?" Morgan asked.
Reid took a moment and pursed his lips "Some light reading" he responded "Caught up on my sleep, you?"
"Too much" Morgan chuckled "You, Prentiss?"
Prentiss sighed and let a small laugh escape. She waved her hand "Not even you could handle it Derek"
"You play a tough game then, huh?" He teased.
Reid had zoned into his work when the conversation began to get an in depth conversation to the weekend antics. He didn't have anything exciting to share and if he deemed it exciting, his coworkers would tease him about it anyway. He knew the teasing was out of love but he couldn't help but have it get under his skin sometimes. He normally shook it off.
The day went by as normal. Small chit chat happened here and there but nothing to excited happen. Not at until the end of the day rolled around that is. It was a Monday, no one liked a Monday and it was evident that a couple members of the team needed their sleep. With their farewells and goodbyes each member was off. Like most nights, Spencer took the metro back home and walked a few blocks back to his apartment. Upon entering the lobby he looked at the posting board and saw that his neighboured apartment would no longer be vacant. He couldn't help be curious about who moved in but also was dreading it. He didn't like change and didn't want to think about the idea of sharing walls with someone difficult. With a deep breath he managed his way up the stairs. He reached his apartment and called it a night.
A couple years ago, Violet Romanov had left the dirty city of Los Angeles with a couple of friends. Some were attending school in DC where others just tagged along for the ride, she was one of them. School was not something that the young blonde saw for herself. As much as she admired the aspect of learning, she could never quite grasp the concept of academia. Classes like math and science had been a difficult where as she found herself blooming in classes like music and art. Despite school counsellors pushing for her to apply to a creative program she had to decline. She knew this type of post secondary didn't flow along with her plan and right after 4 dreaded years of high school, school came to an end. From there Violet continued to pursue music and wounded up in a record shop full time. She quite enjoyed it there. Violet figured she if she was making money doing something she liked, then it really wasn't work. Occasionally a group of friends would get together a perform as a band on the lonesome Friday or Saturday night.
Friends were beginning to graduate and move on. And moving on had been something important to her now ex-boyfriend. The two had been living together on and off until there was one fight too many. He ended the relationship and Violet resulted in couch surfing until she could find a place. Like most people, Violet felt heart broken at the break up and sobbed to her closest mate. However, enough was enough and she pulled herself onto her feet. After a couple days of apartment hunting Violet finally found a one bedroom apartment for rent. Not only was it affordable, but it had also been in close proximity to work.
