Hi guys, after a not-so-successful first try of writing a Criminal Minds fanfic I'm trying again, my second first try, hope you like it!
Disclaimer: I do not own CM although I'm not sure who does : )
*Reid POV*
It was a pretty quiet day today at the Bureau; no dangerous serial killer or child kidnapping. I guess that's not a bad thing, but it is pretty boring being an FBI profiler when there is no one to profile.
Unlike the other members of my team I hated being home so early. Hotch and JJ took this time off to spend with their families. While Morgan went out partying and Garcia choose to spend her time hanging out with her boyfriend Kevin.
Emily stated that she was using her free time to catch up with something she's been lacking for a while- sleep. I guess I could do that too, but I'm not one to sleep early, I would usually be at the office now until late night midnight. Too much free time means socializing something I'm not very good at.
I decided instead to start reading a book but a mere seconds after I opened the page up, I found myself memorizing word for word what was printed in the pages. Agitated I threw the book to the corner of the room it bounced on the wall and fell limply to the ground.
It sat there a few moments before I got up to pick it up. I hated seeing it lie on the ground like that, pages opened and spine pointed to the sky. As I bent to pick up the book I noticed the message light blinking on my home phone. It was weird because everyone I know, have my cell phone number and hardly anyone besides advertisement places called this phone.
I was about to delete the messages without listening to them but thought better of it. The first message was some kind of advertisement, which I deleted before it could finish. The second message began to play:
Monday, July 22 at 3:36 pm
From: 702-312-2889
Said the operators voice, I quickly realized that the phone number was a Las Vegas area code. But I wasn't sure who would be calling because my mother had my cell phone so there would be no reason-
"Hi Spencer, it's your father, William Reid. This was the only number I could find in the phone book. I know you're probably at work right now but- I need to talk to you Spencer. Call me back when you get this message, its urgent."
The last time I'd seen or talked to my father was when I had accused him of murder after an elapsed time of 17 years. Now a little over a year later he was trying to reach out to me?
It won't hurt to see why he was calling, I thought to myself as I dialed the number over again.
Hoped you liked that! It was pretty short but the next will be longer.
Reviews and Comments are appreciated
