Always My Hero
It's Elementary
by
Numanife ( Kat )
A/N For Spencer Reid, the greatest character in criminal minds. I love it ~ !
The greatest day of my life was when I was 12. It was a bright day in Las Vegas.
"Hey, Benny, stop!" I came to a quick halt and turned to Michael, who was panting and catching his breathe.
"Come on, Michael! You're so out of shape!" I giggled and went to turn back, only to be stopped by a boy my size, maybe a tad larger. His eyes were large and brown, like his hair, and they were darkly rimmed. I could tell he just finished crying, plus he had bruises on his arms.
"Sorry" He attempted to move, but I stopped him.
"Hey, who are you? I haven't seen you around before..." I questioned as I turned my head. "Are you okay?"
He simply nodded, swallowing nervously.
"What's your name?"
He swallowed again but finally answered, "Spencer"
"Spencer what"
"Spencer Reid"
I nodded with a smile, "Well, Spencer Reid, where are from? I have never seen you before..."
"Here. I go to high school"
I froze, stuttering, "High school? You don't look even 13!"
"I'm not. I skipped a few grades"
"A few?" I laughed, "You MUST be a genius, Spencer Reid! My name's Benny Sharkwell! Don't even ask" I giggled, shoving my hands in my pockets. "This, here, is Michael Tony."
Michael nodded with a worn smile, tired from me making him run for miles. Spencer nodded.
"Where are you headed, Spenc?" I leaned closer to him. He backed up.
"Home"
"Home?" I questioned, "At this time? Let's hang out!" I laughed, patting his back.
"Hang out?" He furrowed his brows together. "Why?"
"Because that's what friends do, silly!" I laughed with Michael as he nudged Spencer.
"Come on dude! No trouble, just some fun!" I shoved my hands in my pockets while Spencer looked around cautiously.
"Um.... Okay?" I took his arm and ran off for some good quality fun.
Those were the good days. But now... I can't help but wonder... Spencer Reid... Where are you now? Are you enjoying yourself? Are you finally living right? I hope so....
(Normal P.O.V.)
On a cold Friday night, Spencer Reid found himself wondering his thoughts when his phone buzzed. He picked up calmly.
"Hello?" He answered, reaching for his jacket.
"Reid, we have a case. Get to the office quickly please." He already got in the car to head to work.
On the drive there, however, his wondering thoughts got him into the biggest trouble. A car in rush to get no where crashed into his bumper, in an attempt to stop it's fast wheels. His air bag puffed out and he found himself annoyed. He stepped out of her car, along with a panicking girl in the front seat of her driver seat.
"Oh my gosh! I'm soo sorry! Are you alright?" She ran at him and brushed him off.
"It's..." He froze at the look of the girl. She had hard hazel eyes and dark brown hair that fell to her shoulders and blue highlights. She had a tight business skirt that was checkered purple and black and a black blouse with purple high heels that boosted her height of about five foot four inches to about five foot eight inches. She seemed like a darker Garcia.
"Here!" She reached in her bag and pulled out a card. "Here's my information! We'll have to call the insurance company..." She drawled on forever and Spencer looked down at the odd girl's card.
It read 'Benjamin Sharkwell, Therapist' and all her contact info. Something about that name rang in Spencer's ears until he remembered. The small girl who was everywhere. That bossy little girl that forced him to play with her until he just got used to it.
The only problem at the time was... How was he suppose to tell her when she wouldn't stop talking.
"I'll drive you to work! Where do you work?" She questioned, leaning towards him.
"Uh," He started as he told her, trying to bring in the point of her already knowing him, until she started talking again. She took called over a taxi.
"Don't worry about that accident! I got it covered! Don't worry about it at work! I promise I'll get it fixed!" She continued as she got in the taxi with me and drawled on and on. Just like she did as a child. She never shut her mouth for a moment. Always has been a happy go lucky girl. Spencer honestly preferred it that way... Created less of an awkward silence.
She talked and talked and talked until i got to work. "I'll call you when I get things situated! Good bye for now!" She pushed me put of the car and drove off with the taxi, leaving Reid appalled that she could talk for 20 minutes straight without giving him a chance to say a word... She definitely should lay off the sugar...