Author's Note: I started to write this shortly after Zugzwang aired. I'm still not sure if I should continue. I've written the first couple of chapters. I don't know if it's any good. If it is let me know.
Maeve.
Maeve was all he could think about. All day, everyday. He couldn't focus on anything else for very long.
Hotch had given him, his annual leave a few months early, due to everything that happened.
Three days before he was to return to work, Reid got the most unexpected call ever. He got a call from child services, telling him he need to come out to Vegas and pick up his teenage daughter.
Reid's life was thrown for a loop again as he remember that night when he was teenager with a girl he tutored. He never knew that he had gotten the girl pregnant, let alone what he was thinking that night.
Reid didn't want to go to Vegas. He wanted to stay in the safety of his apartment, away from everything and everybody.
The protest didn't last very long for him. His brain finally kicked in saying he need to see his daughter.
A few hours later, Reid was on a plane to Vegas.
His mind kept switching back and forth from the sorrows of losing Maeve, to this daughter of his, and what she'll look like.
Once the plane landed it was night time. Once off the plane, Reid went to baggage claim then rented a car.
While he drove the Child Protective Services building he had been told about on the phone, the more he thought about his daughter, then he did Maeve.
It didn't take him long to reach his destination. He parked the car and went inside.
Once inside he was greeted by the man he talked to on the phone.
"Glad you're here Mr. Reid. If we hadn't found you, Allison would have been placed into foster care, which wouldn't have been easy for a girl such as herself," the man explained.
"What do you mean," Reid asked.
"She's rather intelligent. Ever since we picked her up from her mother's apartment, she's done nothing but read what ever she could get her hands on," the man stated.
Reid nodded, he had been the same way as teenager, but he wasn't going to say that aloud, instead he asked, "Where is she?"
"Right this way," the man said as he led Reid down a hallway.
At the end of the hall was a glass door. Beyond the glass door, sat a fifteen year old girl at the desk in the room, with her nose buried in Mark Twain's Tom Sawyer.
Reid stared at the girl for a moment in awe then asked, "What happened to her mother?"
"She OD'ed on a series of drugs," the man replied sadly.
Reid nodded and asked, "Does she know?"
"She's the one who found her mother dead on the bathroom floor after school on Tuesday," the man explained.
"Does she know about me," Reid asked.
"We told her a few hours ago. Ever since she's been asking about you every time someones in the room with her," the man stated. "Ready to meet her?"
Reid stared at the girl again, wondering about life would be like for them, and how he was going to tell the team, before saying, "Yeah."
The man opened the door and let Reid in first, following in right behind him.
As soon as the door closed behind the two men, Allison stood up and asked, "Is he here yet, Mr. Jackson."
Reid stared at Allison, taking each of her features comparing them with his and the memory he had of her mother.
Allison was at the least five and half feet tall, if not taller. She had shoulder length brunette hair that was slightly curly with blonde highlighted bangs that were around the same length as the rest of her hair. Her eyes were like comets. They were a greenish-blue, and around the pupils were orange-like lines that made it look like her eyes were traveling five hundred light-years a minute throughout space. She had very few freckles on her face. The teenager before him, was in many ways a perfect combination of her mother and himself.
"Allison," Mr. Jackson started. "This is Spencer Reid, your father."