HELLO! DON"T KILL ME... Please. Yes I'm back with a new chapter. First, I would like to apologise for the late update. I had a camp to go to. But none of that matters now. Please enjoy this chapter. I would like to thank tannerose5 for the inspiration of this chapter. It helped a lot.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own criminal minds or Spencer Reid. No matter how much I wish I do.

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Chapter Three- Pancakes are evil, bad,bad Pancakes.

It was a sad day when Dr Spencer Reid opened his fridge. Why would opening a fridge be sad, you ask. Well it was sad for the simple reason that it was empty.

Spencer sighed as he looked thoroughly through his barren fridge. He and the team had just returned from a case late last night and he desperately needed food. And something to drink now that he thought about it.

Sure it had been a while since he last went shopping, a few weeks to be exact, but seriously, how could there be NOTHING! With a worried look on his face he closed the fridge and walked towards the cupboard. There was bound to be something.

As he opened the cupboard doors hesitantly, he was met with the most wondrous sight. Sitting innocently by itself, was pancake mix. All he needed to add was water and cook it. It was perfect. Too perfect, it seemed. With complete disbelief and adoration, Spencer reached for the pancake mix. If his life was a movie, triumphant music would be playing.

It felt oh so right to have the shaker bottle in his hand. Clutching it to his chest, he let out a happy sigh. Now to cook it. His stomach gurgled happily in delight, acknowledging the fact that it would soon be fed. As he looked down at the bottle lovingly, he noticed something... something that would change his life forever.

For just under where the lid met the bottle. Was an expiration date. A date that was two weeks ago.

With a cry ( more like a wail really) Spencer threw the expired pancake mix into the bin. He knew what he had to do. Unfortunately... It was time to go shopping.

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The sun was shining and the birds were singing as Spencer made the five minute trek to the supermarket. They seemed happy, and care free, innocent to the bone. But he knew. What may have sounded beautiful and natural to an outsider, sounded brutal and cruel to him. They were taunting him. Laughing at his misfortune. Birds were evil. The sun was evil. Everything was evil. Especially that misleading Pancake mix. Stringing him along like that.

The laughter of children haunted him as he walked into the safety of the supermarket. He had a lot of shopping to do.

And so,it was with great determination and hunger that Dr Spencer Reid prowled the corridors of the local store. He pushed a trolley full to the brim with all kinds of food and drink, other necessities forgotten. His eyes searched further for more oh so delicious food. He had completely ignored the isle that contained the Pancake mix. He would never forgive that traitorous swine of a mix. It, or any of its relatives would never have the honor of being eaten by him.

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As he reached the front of the store he looked down at his practically over flowing trolley and sighed in relief. He wouldn't have to go shopping for at least a few weeks. With a contented smile he made his way to the nearest checkout, the number read three. If only he wasn't so hungry. He would have to make something the moment he got home.

The cashier wasn't paying much attention. She was a young girl, probably in her mid teens and she was vaguely flipping through a magazine.

Nonetheless, Spencer started to place his purchases on the belt.

Everything was happening normally, the cashier would scan the item haphazardly as she read, he would place more on the belt to be scanned...until he dropped one.

In hindsight, the bag of two minute noodles that fell to the ground wasn't really worth the price he paid leaning down to get it. You see, Spencer had worn his normal attire to the store. A simple button up shirt with clashing tie, and black pants. He had forgone a vest because he was feeling casual, so his tie was hanging loose. Right onto the belt...

He didn't notice right away, that his tie was slowly being eaten up by the belt. He did however, notice that he couldn't step back, or move his neck at all. He couldn't really see, but it felt like his tie was getting tighter.

Spencer's hands reached up to claw at his throat, anything to relieve the pressure forming around his windpipe. Gasping for air he grabbed what was left of his tie with both hands and pulled. He pulled as hard as he could but it wasn't good enough.

"Help me!" he rasped in a high pitched wail. But the ever decreasing oxygen from his lungs combined with the ever growing tightening of his tie, made it almost impossible to hear. The cashier still hadn't noticed, absorbed in an article about One Direction. Spencer shuddered. Not only was he being killed by his tie ( when Morgan found out Spencer would be feeling the irony from the grave.) but probably the only reason his cries for help went unnoticed was because of the worst thing to happen to music since the dawn of time.

As he felt his body go limp and the final remnants of oxygen leave his lungs, he heard a bored voice over the PA system.

"Clean up at checkout three."

Damn that Pancake mix.

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Well. That's the end of that chapter. I hope you enjoyed. I do apologise if I offended anyone who likes One Direction ( shudder) . I can't stand them but that's just my opinion. Anyway, please leave a review, whether it's to say you liked it, hated it, want me to burn in hell... Or you have your own suggestion of how to kill Reid.

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