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The next weeks, the young man went to see the young woman at the mosque. She always gave him a few minutes, and they ended up exchanging their phone number when Spencer knew he was finally able to take a few days to go to see his mother in Las Vegas. Of course he had time off without giving any sign of life for a few days, the missions had punctuated his routine and he tried to justify himself the best as he could to Asma, he said he was going to seminary.

To the team, he seemed to be better in his life, he seemed happier, more relaxed, and especially he gently let go to live "like the others" and this apparent normality left the team perplexed. Only Garcia knew and she had sworn not to tell despite the questioning of others. It was difficult because the were a team of profilers, and it was such a challenge to keep secrets among people lead more to discover.

Everything went perfectly in the small world that was created Spencer Reid, or almost, as it still does not like to see Abdallah hanging around the young woman, and he knew that it could not be jealousy because Asma would not get in a relationship with a non-Muslim. It was painful for him, but he preferred, in the end, do not interfere there and live in the present as a Carpe Diem, a moment of happiness in the middle of the violence in which he worked. It was a bottle of oxygen, as a stay of happiness.

When the plane took off from the airport in Washington to that of Las Vegas, Reid had the feeling that tore the ground. For the first time in many years he wondered if he had done well to leave the capital to see his mother, and with his own anxieties.

He confessed to Asma he returned there for his only family and finally alone that he considered his family by blood relationship, she seemed happy for him. He knew that the family had an important place in her home and she lived with an aunt in Washington. She went at every university holidays in Detroit see her. Somewhere he envied. The softness of a real home, he had never known. It was something he had wanted but later studies had filled his lack of parents, books that affection.

Boeing landed and came down, preventing the passage baggage, he never took this kind of theft, otherwise it felt to lose a lot of time looking at the treadmill in search of his luggage that looked all other ... Finally he took a bus to the tabling of the nearest hospital where his mother lived.
Inside it he took out his phone to check his messages, Morgan had sent him a picture of beaches in Florida where he had decided to have a good time, and at first sight this is what he did , Hotch reminded him that the holidays do not last for more than a week and he wanted to see everybody without fail next week, and Garcia sent him messages worthy of a worried mother monitoring every move of her baby.

"Mr. Reid" greeted the nurse "your mother will be so glad to see you. "
He smiled, embarrassed. He hated this place, it was the realization of his deepest fears. However, he walked across the hall and sat down beside his mother in front of the window overlooking the park. It was cloudy outside and it gave a kind of ghostly glow to the room.
"Spencer! "Threw his mother, with a smile, and his son was her pride, her happiness, she had made a lot of sacrifices to him, and Spencer knew. Although she referred to him like his fears, he loved her, he loved her deeply.
"Mom. "He said before she made a strong hug. And they began to speak, everything and nothing, his work, his life, and hospital nurses, and then literature.

He left his mother to the hotel he had booked, not far away, to spend a few days in Las Vegas. No casinos, no lights, just a basic room with a TV, and a bathroom. He rested for a moment on the bed, looking at his phone and he went down. He looked at the public telephone relic, before the invasion of portable, but he preferred this kind of phone because he was paranoid and he was afraid that the anti-terrorism track his calls beause of what Morgan said first time he met Asma.
He dialed the number, the phone rings once, then a second.
"Hello? "It was a voice that Spencer did not know. He had not considered the possibility that Asma did not answer but called on a landline.
"Hello, I would like to know if there is Asma. "
The person put the handset on what Spencer thought was a table, and she called the young woman who came and picked up the handset.
"Hello? "
Spencer felt his heart to relieve a weight, she was there.
"Hello this is Spencer. "
She replied:
"How's your mother? "
He smiled and was carried away to tell his day, she listened, responded, sometimes laughing. It was nice, very nice, and it filled his heart with a new heat.
When it came time to hang up she said:
"Ramadan will start at the mosque we would be delighted to see you, if you want to spend an evening to share a meal break fasting with us. "
Spencer did not know what to say. Breaking the fasting was something important for Muslims who don't eat during the day for a month of their calendar. He did not know if he could not afford to participate.
"I do not know if I can. "He said.
"If you want, you're welcome. "
He smiled, bowed and then they hung up, it was time to go in search of some food, it was a light heart, and stomach crying for food. Two new feelings for him.

"You seem happy Spencer. "Said his mother, looking at him. He smiled but said nothing, he did not want to dwell on the subject with his mother, and yet that's better than a mother could understand this stuff?
"You are merciful. "
He looked at how a mother could she know everything without asking.
He reassured her, telling her things without too mention the topic she wanted to discuss. It was difficult for him, too new.
"Take care of yourself. "
She hugged him and went to the outdoor life. He will not see her again for a while but had to return to his daily and exciting life at Quantico.