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Chapter Three: The World Before Me
To anyone else, their job would be the most interesting job out there. To him, it was actually boring, there was only so many times you got called in for a kid napping, only so many times you can hear about a homicide, and there was only so many times you could talk to a rape victim before everything seemed to be the same. Yes, that's how life was in the BAU, every case was the same, just different victims and different abusers.
But for new comers, it all seemed amazing. Bonnie couldn't understand how they could act so calm with their jobs, seeing them all just come back from a case. It was a hostage taking, a bank, a nut case, someone needed to talk him out of it. She would imagine that the job would wear off on a person's heart after a while, maybe make them insensitive, she imagined you couldn't have a weak stomach for this job.
Being just an assistant, Bonnie got to write about these adventures, never to experience them. She imagined they were great, she had always had a fascination with the sick way people had to think. But act normal around these people is what she had to do, after all this was really her first big time job, she wanted to make good and it wouldn't look good on her record to get fired.
Sighing, the new girl stood up, walking outside to get some fresh air. Outside she saw Elle, smoking contently, "Hey."
Bonnie nodded, leaning against the wall, "Hey."
Elle didn't know what to make of the new girl, she hadn't talked much to the other people and when she did it was like she knew them forever. Elle also knew that Morgan had his eye on her, she would be the man's next victim, of course who could resist him, "So what are you doing outside?"
"Asking you for a cigarette." Bonnie smirked.
The other girl laughed, looking in her purse, "Marlboro Red sounds good?"
"As long as I get lung cancer from it." She laughed, taking the object and waiting to be offered a lighter.
Once inhaling, smoke seeped through her nose as she commented, "Must be an exciting job."
Shrugging, the answer came, "I get to deal with nut case's all the time, it's fun. Last week we dealt with this guy, real psycho path. But, it was amazing, we had to crack into his computer using a password. They looked at his CD collection dozens of times, until Reid figured that there was only one CD missing from his collection, that it was in the actual laptop."
"Smart boy," Bonnie took another pull, "What'd it end up being?"
"Metallica, Enter Sandman."
"Good choice." She smirked.
The two girls sat in silent, filling the air with tobacco smoke as they knew everyone else was working inside. Elle had never smoked until she came to this job, it was stressful and when she was introduced to the art form she couldn't stop now. She guessed Bonnie felt the same, with the hours they worked and the people they dealt with, hours couldn't go by for them to just sit around and not take care of their stress.
Blowing out the last puff, the black haired woman let the cigarette fall to the floor and had her heel crush it, "I'll repay you tomorrow."
"Don't worry about it," Elle waved her off, "It was actually nice having someone to live out a bad habit with me."
Bonnie smirked with a shrug, walking back into the office as she was sure she had lots to do. But that didn't mean she couldn't make a stop in the coffee room for some caffeine. Unlike Elle, Bonnie had been a smoker since she was 14, a much heavier one back then, the bad habit still haunted her. She had intentions to stop, but she had already sacrificed so much smoking was the only thing she still held onto.
Not looking, she walked into the room, bumping into a figure, "Oh, Spence, I'm so sorry."
Spencer Reid blinked, looking as he could see some of his coffee had spilled on her white blouse, "Bonnie, I'm so clumsy, I should've looked where I was going and-"
"Don't worry about it," She laughed, "I have a shirt on underneath this."
The young doctor watched as she undid her blouse, taking it off to reveal she had been wearing a short sleeved black shirt, of course the neck line very low to reveal cleavage. He gulped as the shirt was shoved in his hands, "But you can be a doll and wash this for me, I really don't have the time tonight, gotta visit parents."
He nodded, "You ripped off the tag, is this cotton?"
"I forget."
Having to laugh, she smiled as well while walking past and fixing herself a cup of coffee, "Y'know, I see Morgan make fun of you because you are a genius, but it's only because he's jealous."
"Well, it's not everyday you see someone whose 24 and a doctor." He smiled, sitting down on the nearby table.
Bonnie poured about three spoonful of sugars in her coffee, sitting down next to him, "I bet that impresses a lot of women."
"Quite the opposite."
She smirked, shaking her head, "So, Gideon and Hotch stay cooped up all day long, Garcia and Jen scout out for men, Morgan tries to hit on Elle, and here you are, reading 400 page books in an hour."
Reid blinked, not knowing what to say or where the comment came from. It didn't even seem like to be an insult, just what she had observed and decided to share with him. He blinked again, looking as her, not knowing what to think or say. She didn't seem to be trying to seduce him like that one girl had, he didn't know what to think, but besides the fact that they've just met.
Deciding to change the topic, he asked, "So what does Elle go outside everyday for?"
"You're a genius and you don't know the obvious, we were out smoking."
Reid coughed, "That's a horrible habit, it's the number one leading cause of lung cancer."
"Yea, well I'm just trying to die before this life gets any worse." She smirked, getting up and leaving the room, leaving Reid clueless.
Looking down, he stared at the blouse. It didn't have that big of a stain on it, but unlike everyone else, he didn't go out at night, so really it wouldn't be a problem at all. Everyone else went out drinking or just to party and socialize, sure he was a part of the time, but who wanted a geek to travel around with them. Despite work cloths, this is what he usually wore on a regular basis, it wasn't just for the job like everyone else.
His hair was once again ruffled, looking up to see the muscular man looking at him. Morgan loved doing that, just because he didn't have hair didn't mean he had to ruin the doctor's hair. He sighed, he also loved teasing him to the highest degree, no matter what it was, Morgan always had something up his sleeve. It was what he enjoyed most of his job, Reid believed, more than being an FBI agent.
"So, genius boy, what's going on between you and the new girl?"
Ignoring the question, Reid stated I'm quoting an episode now, "I don't know everything, I mean despite the fact you think I do."
Morgan waved him off, acting innocent as Elle and Hotch walked into get coffee, "I have never said that, when have I ever said that?"
"Every day since I met you."
Elle laughed, having to get into the conversation, "This morning at breakfast."
"Yesterday when he beat you at cards." Hotch smirked.
Morgan rolled his eyes, sitting back, "Well, before you two came along, I was having a conversation with Reid."
The woman smirked, leaning against the wall, "Hey, Reid, what's with the blouse?"
His eyes shot down, forgetting he was holding the piece of clothing, "Oh, I accidentally split coffee on Bonnie's shirt, she uh, volunteered me to wash it."
Everyone got a laugh at this as it seems the coffee room was the place to be, Jen also walking in, wanting to get in on the fun. Being asked where Gideon and Garcia was, she replied, "Gideon is just laying about and Garcia is playing some internet game."
"Is she playing it on the main system?" Hotch asked, everyone going silent and then once seeing a shrug reply cursing, "God damn it, I told her not to do that anymore."
Jen laughed as he left the room, turning to Elle and Morgan, "So where are we going tonight?"
As usual, even up to Christmas, the young people of the BAU would go out to eat or drink. Maybe Hotch and Gideon would tag along every once and a while, but Hotch had a family and Gideon was too old. Sometimes Reid felt old, as old as his bosses, he didn't feel young, young like he should have. He was the youngest one there, yet treated and felt like he was so much older. Derek, Elle, Jen, Garcia; they were mostly the ones who went out, went out to drink and have a good time.
Him, he was left walking back to his desk, sitting down with his head in the palm of his hands. He never cared before, this was what happened, he would probably spend his Christmas visiting his sick mother and when he wasn't, would just be home in his apartment he spent so much money for. He doubted anyone knew his house phone number, even though they knew everyone else's.
He was appreciated, Morgan appreciated his genius, Elle appreciated him saving her one time, Jen appreciated his shyness, Garcia appreciated the fact she could tease him and he wouldn't get the jokes, Hotch appreciated his dedication to the team, and Gideon appreciated his knowledge. But it was just different, felt different, he didn't know how to describe it, but by the time he was 30 he was sure he would be ready to curl up and die.
Reid sighed, there was nothing to do but get up and request an early leave. Maybe he could feed his cat, in hopes that instead of being a creepy old lady with cats, he would be that creepy old guy with cat. Oh yes, it sounded like a brilliant future to him, sometimes knowledge was a curse, though they say it to be a gift, lately it hadn't been Spencer Reid's best friend.
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TC Stark: Next chapter will be more interesting, I'm just crusing along, review please?