Hello. I'm back. And so is this story. I would like to thank all of those who reviewed. Made me want to write this quicker. That, and the fact that I'm enjoying killing Reid far to much then is healthy, is why this update is so quick. Anyway...

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN CRIMINAL MINDS IN ANY WAY SHAPE OR FORM. I am however using the characters for my amusement. Please do not sue.

Chapter 2- Books have feelings too.

As the sun shined and the trees moved ever so slightly in the Spring breeze, a young man could be seen enjoying the fine day... through his window. It was rather strange, on a day like today, that any youth would be inside. As all the parks were full with kids playing and Teenagers yelling to their friends. Why would anyone possibly want to be inside with the sort of joy and happiness floating around.

For Special Agent Dr Spencer Reid, the answer was simple. Books.

There he sat, lounged in his most comfortable chair. Glasses perched on the tip of his nose as he read. This was where he was his most happy, reading in the peace of his own home.

As he finished his book all to quickly, he closed the book and sighed. If there was a downside to his reading so fast, it was this. He never got to truly enjoy a book for long.

Spencer pushed himself up from his comfortable position and walked to his bookshelf. He carefully placed the previously read book in its correct place and looked all the way to the top of the shelf. It really was a rather large book shelf. He had had it custom made, it was the kind you would find in an old library, filled to the brim with books all the way to the roof.

His eyes flickered as they glanced across the titles, looking for something new to read. They stopped in their search as they found their target. "The Complete Works Of J.R.R Tolkien." He had read it already of course, but it's length and style would keep him busy for a couple of hours, plus, it was extremely enjoyable.

Unfortunately, it was on the top shelf. A shelf that was much, much taller then him.

Spencer sighed as he saw he had no other choice. He no longer had his small ladder ( Morgan had broken it in his last visit) and he had no other chair that he could use.

So, he turned around and placed his hands on his favourite lounge chair and pulled with all his might. The chair was lighter then he thought, and the momentum sent him crashing into his bookshelf. He had forgotten it had wheels.

Spencer cringed in pain as a wave of books tumbled over him, hitting his head.

" Ow! Stupid books." He muttered as he stood up and did damage control. His head and shoulders hurt, so did his face, but he would live.

He bent down to pick up the books that had caused his pain. Tossing them on the couch, he looked back at the almost smug looking book shelf, and saw the book he wanted. Still sitting on the shelf, even though all the books around it had fallen, almost as if it were stuck.

As he pulled the chair(carefully this time) Spencer sighed. All this for a book. Still he continued, and once the chair was close enough, he climbed on.

" Still not high enough."He complained as he once again, failed to reach his desired book. So, with determination, he stepped higher, onto the arm of the chair. And this time, he succeeded in reaching his goal.

As his hand closed around the spine of the book, he pulled lightly. Only for it to stay still. It really was stuck.

" What the hell?" Spencer whispered. This wasn't possible. What could it possibly be stuck on, all the other books surrounding it had fallen. It was as if someone had super glued it in place. But who would do that... Morgan. Of course. Morgan had been looking at this book. He had remarked about how he thought Spencer wasn't the type to be interested in fantasy.

That's how he had broken his stool. He had put to much weight on it, when he put it on the top shelf.

Surely it wouldn't stick that well. But he knew for sure that the glue would've damaged the book.

It was with that thought, he leant forward ever so slightly, placed one hand on the shelf, and one hand on the book. And pulled.

As Newton said, " Every action, has an equal and opposite reaction."

so as such, Spencer should have known the danger of doing what he just did whilst standing on the edge of a chair with wheels.

And just like Newton would have predicted, the chair Reid was oh so precariously standing on, slipped out from under his feet and rolled away.

" Oh Shi-" His curse was cut off as he fell, hitting the floor hard.

With the wind knocked out of him, a bleeding head and possibly at least two broken ribs, all he could do was stay perfectly still as he tried to regain his breath. As he started to very slowly and painfully start to roll over onto his side, he heard a terrifying creak.

As he had fallen, he had pulled the book shelf off balance. Reid watched in terror as his large, much too heavy book shelf stated to tip, towards him.

" well fu-" Were Spencer's last words as the bookshelf smashed into his already injured body.

And it was on that sunny, warm,day... that certified genius, Dr Spencer Reid, was killed by his bookshelf.

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and that's the end of that chapter. I hope you enjoyed it. I certainly had fun writing it, which is slightly worrying. Still. If you liked it, or even if you think I should burn in hell for my bad taste in humour, leave a review. I look forward to your opinion. Also, if anyone has any ideas for more ways for dear Reid to Die, leave them in a review or PM me.

Until next time...

-Vampire's Do NOT Sparkle.