I wrote this a while ago and figured I might as well post it so here goes, hope you enjoy it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds
Warning: Character death, and don't you dare try to flip out on me saying that you didn't know someone was going to die because I'm saying it RIGHT NOW. :(
Sorry, I'm in a bad mood right now, knowing me I'll be hyperactive and giggling in ten minutes :)
Inspiration Song: I'm too lazy to look up the lyrics and see if this song has anything to do with the story but the tune is kinda sad. It's Lady by Regina Spektor (I also do not own this song) anyway it's a pretty great song. And now I present to you a story that is probably awful in every way, enjoy!
Spencer Reid stared up at the man looming over him. He was dressed in all black, about 6 ft. tall, mid 40's and he held an extremely sharp looking blade in his left hand. Reid knew the second that glinting blade flew forward and the cold, unforgiving metal tore through his beige cardigan and plunged into his defenseless flesh that this was it.
He knew he would never turn 35.
He would never get his fourth PhD.
He would never fall in love.
He would never get married.
He would never raise kids.
He would never own a dog.
He would never prove the Reid Effect wrong.
There were so many things he would never get to do, so many things he wouldn't be able to learn. All because of a six foot tall man dressed in black. Reid wondered for a moment if his killer had suffered a psychotic break or if he was the father of a starving family and he just needed a few bucks to feed them. Maybe he would use Reid's money to buy drugs. Rather than dwell on the mental state of this desperate man, the young agent thought back to all of the things he had done, all the things he would never had dreamed of acheiving.
He turned 34.
He got his dream job.
He spent his weeks saving lives.
He put criminals away.
He went to Garcia's Halloween party.
He saw JJ get married.
He was a godfather.
He was part of a family.
He saw a friend come back from the dead.
He got to meet his father again.
The last thing he said to his mother was "I love you mom, goodnight."
He made the most amazing friends he could have ever asked for.
He had been happy.
That was enough, the victories in his life overcame the regrets and it was enough for him to feel content as he slipped away.
But there was just one more thing he needed, something only those who had known him could grant him. So as his eyes fluttered closed, his dying breath crept closer, and his blood pooled around him staining the three hundred dollar rug, he whispered his dying wish.
"Please... don't forget me."
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All the clocks on all the walls kept ticking.
All the children in all the yards kept playing.
All the workers at all the jobs kept working.
But the people who had known him never forgot, the night Spencer Reid died.
So what did you think? Send a review my way even if you didn't like it. Tell me what to fix, tell me what to keep doing. I'M BEGGING YOU! And so is the review button, he's really lonely.
On a side note, children NEVER shut up do they? smashed face against wall*
Anyway please review!
Love always,
Rae.
