YAY! My first Criminal Minds Fanfic! I'm a total CriMind Fan so I hope you guys like my Fanfic. I accept ANY review, whether its advice, flames or whatever. I hope it will make me a better writer. Thank you !

I do not own Criminal Minds...Or Reid (Which Saddens me). Reid will sort of be OOC. But I do own his sister :p

ONE

"The death of a mother is the first sorrow wept without her"

She had a loving father and mother.

She was in her senior year of high school.

She had an IQ of 177.

She was only 15 years old, skipping two grades ahead of her peers.

She lived, breathed and obeyed her schedule. Macie's mind was like a computer. She did the same thing every day in the same fashion. People may think it was weird but that's the way her mind worked. It was all about numbers and statistics, and her Obsessive Compulsive Disorder didn't make her any more normal. Being in high school was already tough enough, maybe this experience ran in the family?

3:00 P.M Friday

A small brunette was taking the same route home. She wasn't in a rush to get home. She paced herself counting the steps along the way. Turning a corner, she looked up to greet her neighbour, Ms. Greyson who was wearing her floppy sunhat; A sweet old women whom she had known as a child.

"Beautiful flowers Ms Greyson," she exclaimed, looking at the garden filled with different colours.

"Thank you Macie, I've been working on them all spring," The white-haired women smiled, "I won't be here later, but I can give you my keys so you can walk Skip" Skip was Ms. Greyson's golden retriever. On cue you could hear the golden retriever bark from inside the house.

"I would love to, but today I have some things to do," the girl politely answered, "Maybe next time,"

The woman smiled and nodded, "Say hello to your mother for me."

Macie waved her farewell and took exactly 25 steps to the front of her porch. She pushed strands of her long hair from her face as she took the keys out of the front pocket of her dark coloured jeans. Turning the key clockwise until the she heard the click, she entered inside her house.

3:05 PM

The aroma of her mother's cooking filled the house. She smiled slightly, "Some things will always be the same," she thought. She took off her bag and walked up the stairs. Her door was open. Her door was never open. Her heart froze. She took a small step in her room. No one was in it. "My door is ALWAYS closed," she thought. Always. Her heart started to beat faster.

Not right, not right at all. Most people wouldn't notice this small detail, but she did. Macie wasn't ordinary. Even with a high IQ level, there was still something that bothered her every day. Her OCD affected the way she worked, thought and lived. Every day at 8:00 AM, she shuts her door closed, and no one, not even her parents open it.

She went downstairs, "Mom!" she yelled, "Was there something that you wanted from my room?"

Silence. Macie walked in the kitchen and she saw her favourite snack on the table, a small salad and fruit juice. What she ate, every day at that moment. But where was her mom?

Without hesitation, she went to the drawer to grab a fork for her salad.

"5 forks, 5 spoons but 4 knives?" she thought. Something was off…

She wouldn't panic over something small but she didn't feel comfortable. She slammed the drawer shut as she went to the living room. There she froze, seeing red on the floor; A pool of blood coming from her mother's chest.

"MOM!" she yelled. Her mother's green eyes were starting up at the ceiling. She was wearing her favourite black business suit, the one she wore for special meeting days. She ripped open her jacket.

"Mom, mom, mom, mom, mom, mom, Please don't mom, please don't leave me…" she kept on muttering to herself. Checking her pulse, there was none. "Mom…" she quietly whispered, "I'm sorry, so sorry," The blood was all over her hands and her shirt. She got up walking around talking to herself, panicking.