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This is from Spencer's point of view

I like working for the FBI. There are lots of strict rules and you're taught how to talk to the people you come across, the victims, the unsubs, the families. My mentor is Jason Gideon. He teaches me how to do things. He's one of the people that teaches me about how to talk to people. Derek Morgan, who I think is my friend, said that it must be like "the blind leading the blind" which Gideon told me was a joke. I do get jokes, but that joke didn't make sense. That usually means that it was sarcastic or an idiom, these usually confuse me because the words you say aren't the same as what you mean. That's why when Morgan told me that joke, I pointed out that neither Gideon or I are blind.

On September 22nd 2005 I was officially transferred from the education department to the behavioural analysis unit. I got a good routine set up, one for when we were called in in the middle of the night, and another for normal mornings. In the mornings I always wait for my alarm to go off at 6:30 am, then I turn off the alarm, get out of my bed and take off my pyjamas and change into the clothes I had picked out the night before, first of all I put on my underwear, then my trousers, then I put on deodorant and my shirt, then my watch over my sleeve, then finally my jumper or sweater vest, which I choose based on the season. I always shower before bed so that if I'm called to come in during the night I at least don't feel gross. I always leave the top button of my shirt undone, mostly because fastening it is a bit like trying to catch a fly in chopsticks. I like to dress so I am comfortable, I don't like tags or seams on shirts, and I usually wear my socks inside out. Next I go to use the bathroom, and then I go to my kitchen and make myself some coffee and put sugar in it. Once I've drank that I put on my socks, then shoes, and then it's time to leave.

Gideon made sure I had a good desk and helped me set up all of my books and the picture of my mom and I back home in Las Vegas . My desk chair spins, which means whilst I'm working I can swing myself from side to side whilst I do my paperwork. I was doing exactly this at 21:36pm when Gideon came over and sat on my desk. Everyone else had gone home. He was holding a small package and offering it to me. I decided to ask what it was before I took it, memories of the various times someone pretended to be doing something nice for me, only for it to turn into another session of arguable torture. But this is Gideon. I believe that he doesn't want to hurt me. When I ask him what it is he smiles at me and says "open it and find out" and I trust him so I do. Opening it reveals that it is a pack of neck ties. So that answers that question. "Thanks" I said, marginally terrified.

"Have a good night, see you tomorrow Reid" he said smiling, and with that he walked out of the bullpen, presumably to go home.

The next morning I woke up at 3:17, so quite early. I decided to stay in bed, considering how cold it was. My bed is comfortable and I like laying under my weighted blanket and reading, so that's what I decided to do, trying to take my mind off what had kept me awake until 1am. When my alarm finally went off I had read four books, having been continuously distracted by my own mind. That means the routine was about to start. Except it's not the right routine. Get out of bed, take off pyjamas, see the clothes that I layer out the night before. Put on my underwear, my trousers, my deodorant, my shirt. Then stop. Time to catch a fly with chopsticks. Except I can't, I can't do up the stupid button. I try again. And again. And again. And again. I can't do it. Maybe I don't need to, if I can just put the tie on it'll look alright. Except I definitely can't put a tie on. I can feel my fists tighten as my frustration builds and I am trying to control my breathing "Jason Gideon, Aaron Hotchner, Elle Greenaway, Derek Morgan, Jeniffer Jareau, Penelope Garcia" I know I'm saying this, I know I'm repeating it, I just don't know how to stop. I know it's illogical, that I'm standing here in my bedroom, half dressed, getting irrationally upset over a tie. A tie. It's stupid. I know. It doesn't change anything. It's still sending me mad. That's all I know. I don't know how long I've been standing there when Gideon walks in, seeing me shifting from foot to foot, clenching and unclenching my fists, repeating the names like a mantra. "Spencer?" He asks

"Spencer" I echo quietly

"What's wrong?" He asks and it takes me a moment, but I eventually manage to signal to the tie around my neck. "You need help?" He asks and so I nod, because I do. "Ok, is it ok if I come over to you?" He asks and I nod again. He carefully does up my top button and begins to tie up my tie, so I look down to see how he does it, which makes him laugh. "Spencer, I can't tie it if your chin is in the way". That made sense, so I lifted my head again, slightly annoyed that I could no longer see what he was doing. "Come on" Gideon says, "get your things together, I have some coffee and a breakfast muffin for you in the car" he continues. Looking at the clock I noticed it was 8:23am. I'm late. How long have I been stood here? Noticing I was starting to panic Gideon says "don't worry, I told Hotch I had to pick you up today, he's fine with it" it calmed me down somewhat, but I still don't like being late, so I pu my socks and shoes on as quickly as possible, made easier by my elastic laces, and I walk with Gideon to the car. "Tomorrow, bring your tie to my office in the morning, I'll help you put it on, no problem" he says, and that's exactly what I do. For about 4 months it works perfectly. Until one day I go to Gideons office, and he isn't there. I stand for a few minutes trying to figure out what to do, until Hotch calls me into his office. "Sit down" he says in his usual voice, "ok, Gideon is off sick today" panic. Panic. Panic. Panic. Panic. "Reid, Reid, listen to me, it's going to be fine, we're not going on a case, and I know what I need to do to help you like Gideon would." He says, his voice is very deep which is calming. "Would you like me to help you with your tie?" He asks and I realise he must be telling the truth, I nod and he stands up, so I stand to face him. When he's tied my tie he informs me I have some paperwork to do and that we're having a meeting in the round table room and 13:00 pm. The day is strange without Gideon, but also kind of good. Gideon always took it upon himself to help me, but today the whole team got to. I don't need much help, but it's little things you wouldn't think of that are difficult for me, like tying a tie. It's not that hard to help me , it's just hard to know what I need. I'm not going to need the help with the same things as others with autism, so you have to get to know us, individually. Just like anyone else.