Wow! Two chapters in one day! SO HAPPY! Are all y'alls too? Or should I just give up? Sorry, but I'm not. I'm hopeless. ANYWAYS! I had a friend proofread this and she liked it, so maybe you will too. OH! And I have a few ideas, but I dunno if I want to use them! When we get there, I'll ask.
Me at Quantico with Reid: Haiiiiii…
Reid: …Hi?
Me: Hai…
Reid: Okay then.
Me: Can I own you? (And your team...)
Reid: (Saying something smart while I totally tune him out)
Me: Can I own you?
Reid: …No.
No, I don't own Criminal Minds.
Later on that day, a man in a twead* suit and a woman in plaid walked in. Reid and Lucy had spent the day playing with the octopus, who's name turned out to be Ringo after the drummer in the Beatles, and him telling her stories.
"Dr. Spencer Reid?" the man asked.
Lucy shrank into him as he replied, "Yes?"
The woman spoke ina downgrading voice, making Reid feel ten years old again. "We're here about Miss Elinor Rigby. Is that you, sweety?"
Lucy nodded nervously and so the woman continued. "I'm Ms. Kallen, your social worker. This is Mr. Brown. He owns the orphanage."
"About that—"
"Don't worry, Dr. Reid. We'll take care of her," Mr. Brown smiled at the taller and thinner man.
"No, I—"
"Sir. She'll be fine with us. I promise," Ms. Kallen interrupted.*
"No! Listen to me. I want to adopt her," Reid said angrily.
All of the people in the room turned to look at him. Lucy smiled and held even tighter to the lanky man.
"Sir," Ms. Kallen said cautiously. "Not that it's my buisiness*, but you have such a dangerous job. If something were to happen to you, we'd be right back here again."
"And, besides," Mr. Brown continued, "your job has you move around a lot. Children, at this point of life, need consistancy.* Who would look after her while you're away?"
"I have friends outside of my team when the need arises," he answered as calmly as he could.
"C-c I pwease stay wif (with) Spencwer? I'wl (I'll) be good. Pwease?" Lucy pleaded sadly.
Mr. Brown and Ms. Kallen looked at each other worriedly. Tears began collecting in the girl's eyes as she made a puppy dog face.
"I don't think—"
Prentiss walked in, disurbing the woman. "Oh! Am I interrupting* anything?"
"Of course not, Em. Just discussing whether or not I should adopt Lucy," Reid smiled, backing the other adults into a corner.
"I think it's a great idea. You've seen how they've bonded. It'd be a sin to separate them, she answered to the people.
Ms. Kallen sighed and nodded her head, "Fine, but expect to be checked upon soon."
She left the room, leaving Mr. Brown to hand the release forms to the young doctor. He quickly filled it out as the little girl watched eagerly. Prentiss smiled at the duo and left the room also. As soon as the papers were finished, Reid handed them to Mr. Brown, who then left them in peace.
* equals "I don't know if these are spelled correctly."
PUSH THEM, PUSH THEM! YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO!
