Voice of Wisdom

An: It's been while since I added to this story but I felt the voice had something more to say.

Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds.

'If love be good, from whennes cometh my wo?'~Chaucer.

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"Spencer, Spencer. It's me!"

"Yes I know it's you, you don't have to shout, I hear you," Reid said in a dull monotone.

"What are you doing, why are you sitting here alone in the dark?" the voice asked.

"Because I feel sad, I miss Emily," he answered simply.

There was a pause before the voice answered, "Yes I know, I'm very sorry," the voice said softly.

Then there was silence. Reid looked around his darkened apartment. He hadn't moved in hours. It had been light outside when he first came home. Now he had neither the will nor the energy to get up and turn on a light. He didn't want to argue with the voice either, for once he just accepted it was there.

Reid sighed, "Why are you here; have you come to grill me about having a sex life again?"

"No, no, I just wanted to tell you that I'm here. I want it to be like the old days when you were little and we were friends and we talked all the time. Remember?"

"I remember," Reid said sadly.

"Good Spency, long as you know you can always talk to me ok?"

The sadness in the room hung there like a heavy damp curtain. Reid furrowed his brow as something occurred to him.

"You're not the one giving me the headaches are you?" Reid asked.

"No, it's not me," the voice whispered.

"Do you know what is?" Reid asked.

The awkward silence that followed sent a chill down Reid's spine. Maybe it was better he didn't know right now anyway. His thoughts returned to Emily and the last time they spoke and the last time he saw that perfect face. It sent a stabbing pain straight to his heart.

"I loved her," Reid blurted out

"I know you did."

"I was in love with her," he said, choking back a sob.

"I know."

"What am I going to do?" He was weeping freely now. "I never told her I loved her."

Reid wrapped his arms around himself and rocked his body back and forth as if he were in pain. When he was too exhausted to cry anymore, he finally just curled up into the chair and went to sleep.

The last words he heard before he drifted off were:

"Gideon was wrong Spencer, It is worth it. They need you."

Reid began to dream. He dream't he was in Paris and a beautiful woman with short dark hair and dark shining eyes was walking towards him, her arms open, waiting to embrace him.

"See, Spencey. It's going to get better, now sleep, I'll be here when you wake up." and the voice was silent.

Fin

An: In' Derailed' Reid said the voice he heard was helpful to him. Reid was so depressed in 'Hanly Waters'. I wanted to end this story on a hopeful if somewhat creepy note, Reid is hearing voices after all. Please read and review.