Hello, everyone. I just wanted to say thank you for reading, reviewing and viewing my story.
Here is the next chapter. I hope you all like it.
Part of this chapter takes place in Maddie's dream; a connection to her birth family, but she don't know that yet.
Please enjoy!
I apologize for my mistakes.
Chapter 4:
"Are you okay?" A fading yet echoing voice said. "Can you hear me?"
Opening her eyes, Maddie finds herself laying on the grey pathway before seeing at a kid with fairly light skin, short blond hair and piercing blue eyes—who looked at least nine or ten years old—standing over her. He was also dressed in a navy blue polo shirt, jeans and penny loafers.
"You need some help?"
"Uh, no thank you, but thank you for asking me."
Maddie climbed to her feet before staring in front of this large red-and-white traditional-classic style home. "Where am I?" That and all these questions and thoughts racing inside her head before turning her attention to the kid standing in front of her,
"Hello."
"Hello there. My name is Michael. Are you lost or something?"
Scratching her head in pure confusion, "Uh…um…to be honest with you, I don't even know where I am. So yeah, I think I'm lost." She said before looking down to see she was still wearing her two piece navy blue pajamas, which didn't seem to faze Michael.
"Well, why don't you come inside for a while until your mother and father comes?"
Wrapping her arms tightly around her stomach, "I don't know."
Normally, with her father being a senior FBI agent—with a revolver—she never really felt comfortable going into other people's homes unless he was there with her or asked for his permission. She couldn't help but had this feeling that she had seen him before; she just can't understand why.
"Okay."
Once she stepped into the house, she stared at the grand two-story foyer with a central staircase before following the young boy into the cozy-styled traditional home dining room with the twenty-seat glossy table, which looked like something one can find on the cover of a home décor magazine. She then, began distracted by the source of the warm and toasty smell that filled the house, tickling her cheeks and nose. Oven baked crispy chicken, mashed potatoes and steamed rice with mixed vegetables.
"Wow," Maddie said in a dazed state. "This is one nice…"
"Hey, Mikey!"
Another boy—who looked at least four or five-years-old; someone her age—with medium skin tone, dark brown curly hair and eyes, dressed in a red polo shirt, cargo pants and sneakers, walks into the room setting down a serving bowl with biscuits.
"Hey, bro! Be careful with the biscuits!" Michael said to the young boy.
"Sorry," Turning his attention to Maddie, "Oh! Michael, you didn't tell me we were having company. My name is Parker. What's your…?"
"Michael! Parker!" A girly voice said out of nowhere.
"We're in the dining room!"
Walking into the room was another small girl—who looked the same age as her as Parker—with medium skin tone, brown curly hair and hazel-blue eyes, dressed in a pink-and-blue striped dress and Mary-Janes. "Mama's coming soon." She noticed Maddie standing in the corner. "Hi there, my name is Peyton."
"Hello. My name is Maddie; it's short for Madison."
"Kids!" A calm voice came outside the room, causing excitement for the three young children.
"That's our mother. Look, I know we just met and all, but would you like to have dinner with us, Maddie? Maddie? Maddie!"
"Maddie? Maddie?" A familiar, faded voice said. "Come on, princess, wake up."
Maddie sluggishly moved around in her bed as she could feel her shoulders being shook. Rising up slowly as she rubbed her eyes with her hand. Her eyes widened as she saw,
"Daddy?" Reid was already dressed for the day: sweater vest cardigan, dress shirt and tweed slacks.
Smiling as he holds her close to him, "Hey there, sleeping head. Did you have a good dream? Did you sleep well?"
"Uh…yes."
"Well, that's good," He said, messing up her short hair with his hand. "While you get ready for school, how about I make some breakfast and lunch for you, alright?"
"Okay and thank you, daddy. You want me to make you some coffee?"
"I think I got it, but thank you for asking and for helping me this past month."
Hugging him back, "Anything for you, daddy."
Kissing the head of her head before rising from the bed, "That's my good girl. Now get ready for the day, okay?"
"Yes, daddy."
He smiled once he left her room to get ready for the day. Only to give her some time to think about the dream she just woke up from. Michael? Parker? Peyton? How was she supposed to know these names? But more importantly, how could these names have any kind of connection to her? Could it be some random dream?
BAU office
Reid was sitting in his desk, still trying to catch up with the amount of paperwork that piled up from his month off. He was just grabbing another sheet from his pile when he sees someone towering over his desk. He looks up,
"Hey, Garcia."
Garcia, in her usually adorably outfit and high chunky heels, was standing in front out his desk with a cup of coffee. "Hey, Doc."
"Hey."
"You want some coffee?"
"I already had some, but I wouldn't mind another cup. Thanks." After being offered another cup of coffee,
"So, what's going on with you?"
Grabbing a hold of his left leg. "Good news is my ankle's starting to get better and now I don't need the crutches, thanks to those painkillers. Bad news is my ribs' are still a bit numb and all this paperwork I have to catch up on. If I knew I had this much, I would have been glad to been given some during my recuperating."
"Speaking of recuperating, how have you and Maddie been the past month?"
"We've been…alright," Shrugging his shoulders. "Maddie helped took care of me, JJ, Hotch and Morgan has been dropping her off at school, her classes and lessons."
"How has she been at school?"
Reid looked up when Garcia asked him about school. "What?"
"How has she been at school since…?"
"Well…she's been…good. She's still shy though. Anyway, she's been seeing the school psychologist on Mondays, counselor on Wednesdays and her regular therapist on Fridays."
Smirking, "Oh. Well that's great. You know, I volunteer once a week; counseling family members. If you want, I could…"
"I'll think about it. Thanks, Garcia." Reid said as she leaves a card and a schedule on his desk, pats his shoulder before walking away. Just as Reid was about to get on with his paperwork,
"Ahhh! Help!"
He blinked his eyes as he took a deep breath when he realized he had another flashback of what happen. He tried erasing hearing Maddie's cry for help on his voicemail. Maybe…Reid stopped his train of thought and got ready back to work; hoping it would go away.
Night
"You just did…you just made the ultimate mistake with me…you made me angry!" Reid snarled before raising his fist and brought it to his face; hearing a gratifying blow.
And he didn't stop there.
After delivering a powerful punch to his face; hearing a pleasing crunch to his nose. Seeing Müller fall to the ground, Reid could almost laugh in his head just by looking at him as he tried to get up.
"Get up! I said…get the hell up, you BASTARD!"
He grabs him by the shirt, threw him again the wall in the corner a couple of times; viciously whacking him in the stomach. He threw him across the room and witness Müller trip on the coffee table, creating a loud clattering sound in the room. Reid walks over, aggressively kicks him in the chest before,
"Wait!" A quavering voice said. "Wait! WAAAIIITTT!"
Spencer woke up in his bed with a shriek. He was soaking sweat and had nearly fallen of his bed. At first, it was more than just one-or-two flashbacks about Maddie's father. Now, he was starting to have horrific nightmares. And now, he couldn't understand why. A squeak from his door caught his attention. Turning on his lamp, he sees Maddie peeking her head.
"Hey you," Reid said. "What are you doing out of bed?"
Walking to his side, "I heard something, so I went to check."
"Oh, Maddie. That was just me. Daddy had a little nightmare."
"Let me stay with you for the night."
"I don't know."
Maddie looks at his bookshelf, "How about I read you a book to help you sleep? Like you do with me?"
For a second, he gives her an aloof facial expression before soften his look. "Okay," He agreed as she grabs a book and climbs into his bed. "What book did you pick out?"
"The Hobbit."
"Good choice."
Before Maddie opened the book, "By the way, what was your nightmare about?"
Reid felt a bit taken by Maddie's question. "Uh…nothing, Maddie," He said as he shook his head. "It was just…nothing. So, are you going to read or not?"
They both chuckled as Maddie started to read.
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