neigh·bor
verb
(of a place or thing) be situated next to or very near (another).

A little later...

"So, he's FBI," she thinks to herself, terror and curiosity welling up inside.

She had always figured him some sort of professor, or writer, even.

... But FBI?

Part of her screamed "throw it in the trash, and then move away!"

But the other part was intrigued.

"I imagine this is something he's going to need..."

A quick google search showed her that SSA Spencer Reid, well Dr. Spencer Reid, was one of the youngest ever to join a Special FBI Task Force called the Behavioral Analysis Unit, and he had helped solve crimes all over the country.

She aimlessly scrolls past article after article either about him, or written by him.

"This is bad... but very interesting." She thinks.

On sheer impulse, she opens a new window and googles the BAU reception number.

"I highly doubt I can just pop in to the FBI headquarters to bring it to him... maybe if I call the mainline they can transfer me..."

"Hello this is Lolli, how may I direct your call?"

"Um yeah, may I speak with Dr. Spencer Reid with the Behavioral Analysis Unit." Max asks.

"Hold please."

She didn't really think she would be connected, but much to her surprise, she hears—-

"This is Reid." His voice was muffled as if he was near a huge machine.

"Hi, um this is Max Brenner, your neighbor..."

Silence

"we...literally...ran in to each other about 45 min ago."

"Y-yeah... Hey...?" Reid says, question in his voice.

Max let out an awkward laugh "this is so weird, but your badge must have popped off and ended up nested in my kale... I got the receptionist to direct the call ... I figured you would need that."

"Crap." His voice lowers "Yeah I thought I left it at home. Lucky you found that, it doesn't need to be lying around..." his voice trails off.

"Yeah I thought it might be pretty important. I'm off today, I could bring it by your office or something? I didn't want to just show up without calling first, FBI and all..."

'What the hell are you doing?' Her mind warns.

He laughs "Ah, well— I'm actually about to take off for a case... 'wheels up in 20' kinda thing..." he pauses. "These usually take a few days..."

"Oh! You know what, why don't I just pop it in your mail slot?"

"That'd be perfect. It's mailbox 4. I owe you one, Max, and sorry again about crashing in to you today"

"I think the crashing was mutual," She says, a smile appearing on her lips, "and no worries, that's what neighbors do!"

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"It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don't keep your feet, there's no knowing where you might be swept off to." -J.R.R Tolkien