Chapter 1: The Rain, the Boy, and the Car
It was a rainy day in Quantico, Virginia. Spencer Reid held his bag over his head as he ran from the corner to the bus stop. Just his luck that his car had broken down that morning and was currently in the shop. He had been late to work, something that rarely ever happened, and had had hours of deskwork, even for him. Normally Spencer wouldn't have minded deskwork, but he was having one of his headaches again, which made it practically impossible to focus. And then possibly the worst thing of all of the day occurred: Spencer had discovered that they had been out of coffee.
Talk about a bad day. Luckily, JJ had been able to drop him off at the corner near the bus stop. And soon enough Spencer was under the small awning of the stop. He stared at notice posted on the wall of the tiny structure and found out that all the buses were running late. Spencer groaned in frustration. He sat down on a bench and waited. At least he was out of the rain.
He looked up as small boy ran into bus stop structure. He was wearing a black hoodie with the hood up and was soaking wet. He had dark hair and dark eyes, which stared at Spencer as he sat down next to him. Spencer wondered what a boy of about ten was doing alone at a bus stop at nine at night. The boy was sniveling into the sleeve of his sweatshirt, and Spencer realized the little boy was crying.
"Hey," said Spencer awkwardly, "Are you ok?" The boy looked up. His face was soaked with tears and the rain...and blood. A thin stream was trickling down the side of his face. "W-what happened to you?" asked Spencer more urgently.
"He-he's after me." Said the boy. Spencer realized he was breathing heavily, as though he had been running for a long time.
"Who's after you? What's your name? How old are you?" The boy ignored Spencer's questions.
"I-I think I lost him, but…I don't know." Spencer determined that the boy was in shock.
"Listen," began Spencer, but a solitary car pulling up to the corner interrupted him. The boy screamed and grabbed on to Spencer by the front of his sweater.
"It's him! It's him! You have to help me!" Yelled the boy, shaking Spencer by the collar of his shirt, tears streaming down his face. Spencer wasn't sure what to do. He pulled out his cellphone, but it was out of battery.
"C'mon." said Spencer grabbing the boy, and dragging him to the next street, which had a row of shops. He didn't know what was happening, but it couldn't be good. He could hear the car door opening behind him, and someone getting out.
"Hey!" yelled a voice from behind. "Get back here, you little bastard!" The boy became totally frantic and pulled away from Spencer, running ahead and away from the voice as fast as was humanly possible.
"Wait!" Yelled Spencer.
And then a wild chase ensued.