A/N: Yo, look at me, posting things. I took some inspiration from a season 1 episode, I hope you dont mind. I just figured it would give some cool moments. Also two big reveals (well three actually) in this chapter which I thought was cool. Dont worry, I have ideas for some more Reid/Lola focused things later on. I just wanted to write this first. Anyways, please tell me what you think afterwards. Until then enjoy your reading. :)
Lola's P.O.V.
I walked into the office a week later. I had to take time off to "recover", which was stupid. I had nothing to do besides watching TV. You know how little you can do when you can only move within a one mile radius? Surprisingly little.
I was annoyed and practically called Hotch, begging him to come back to work. But no, he thought I could benefit from a little civilisation. I had nothing to do but watch TV. I went to the part of the park I could go to without looking creepy or triggering my anklet. I bought groceries, and went to a cafe a block away. I was bored out of my mind. I had no friends out side of work. What the hell was I supposed to do?
The few people I did know in DC also knew I was with the feds now. No one would go near me, afraid of being captured. I hated it.
I was so bored, I was so close to robbing the guy in front of me in line at the coffeeshop, so I could at least have something to do. I did decide against it, I had not stolen anything in a while, I was probably rusten as hell, and I did not want to risk what I actually have just to have a little rush.
I was confident and ready to get back to work. I never thought I would actually miss paper work, but doing anything other than wonder around the same mile radius, drinking coffee and watching TV. I smiled as I walked in, Morgan smiled and half hugged me, but I hissed a little.
"Sorry sorry, wounded I know." He said, I hissed in pain when he accidentally pressed on my wound. He pulled away but I waved it off.
"It's fine, just nice to be around people again." I said and he chuckled.
"Wait you weren't on bedrest, why did you just go out?" Spencer said confused from beside me. I turned to see him and smiled.
"Thank you Spence, glad to see you too." I said making him look guilty, I just shrugged and he smiled a little, still looking kind of ashamed.
"Well you can't really interact that much when you can only move a mile from your apartment." I said a little bummed.
I cannot wait till I can get that thing off my ankle. I would finally be able to move freely, and showering would be a lot easier. I dropped my things on my desk and walked over to Spencer who was still standing with Emily and Morgan. He pulled me in for a small hug, trying his best not to hurt my sore shoulder.
"So you cleared to travel yet? We have missed our little thief." Emily said smiling I shrugged.
"Thankfully yes, I am back to stealing hearts now. Just not with that shoulder." I said and she chuckled. I was just truly happy to be back around people, one more day in bedrest and I might have stolen more than hearts.
"If you need help I have some great books you can borrow or even TV shows if you're too tired to read books. You like science fiction?" Spencer said walking over to me smiling, probably understanding how bored I had been.
"Oh yeah, I love sci-fi. Well the part of it I have seen. I really liked Doctor who, I like how clever it actually is." I said and I could see him light up. I should have talked to him about that sooner, I mean I do love sci-fi and clearly he did too.
"Yes. I love Doctor who, who is you're favourite doctor?" He asked and I smirked.
"Who do you think? Ten of course. Though I do have a soft spot for four. But keep in mind, I haven't been able to keep up with it at all, me being in prison you know?" I said and he smiled brightly.
"Oh, I love four! He was just a lot of fun, plus did you know he had the longest screen time of all the doctors." He answered the biggest smile on his face. We were interrupted by Morgans loud groan in front of us at his desk.
"Seriously? You're a nerd too? God now we have to hear you talk about that stuff all the time." He groaned and I chuckled at his outburst.
"If you're jealous of me and Doc you only need to say so Morgan." I answered to a chuckle from Emily. I smirked at him, glad that I had shut him up. I looked back to Spencer who just smiled at me.
"He is right, maybe we could discuss that at another time, maybe even watch it some time. I could help you get caught up, and make sure that you skip the bad or boring episodes." He said looking at me nervously and I smiled up at him.
"Uuh, Spencer and Lola sitting in a tree." I heard Morgan singing across from me. I quickly threw a packet of cards I had on my desk at him making him chuckle but also shut up.
"I would love to Spence." I said after turning my attention back to him with a smile. I would love to hang out with him, after all I did not have any other friends right now.
A little while later JJ called me into te conference room. I wondered what I had done. Maybe I had done something wrong? Had I walked out of my radius or something. She smiled and asked me to have a seat.
There was a woman there whom I had not seen in the office before. What the hell was going on? I was scared shitless.
"Relax Charlotte, you're not in trouble." JJ said she could probably see the fear on my posture, I let out a sigh of relief and smiled.
"So what is up JJ?" I asked and she smiled at me.
"We have noticed a pattern so to say in your reports. Now it is nothing bad. We just want to test your grammatical skills. It is completely normal procedure for new agents." She said kindly, I looked at her suspiciously. I had never heard of that, but I guess I did not know how the FBI worked. I looked at the lady again confused she just smiled kindly at me. I felt weird, it was like there was something they were not telling me.
"Okay, Charlotte, this is a standardised test. No need to be nervous, there is no wrong answers. Some of these words you need to listen to, not all of them will be real words. Just do what the test says and it will be fine. Ready?" The lady said looking at me.
I looked from her to JJ who was smiling in that way my mom did when I rode my bike the first time. Supportive and a little proud, which was weird. I had not even passed this weird test any way. I shrugged before nodding at her. I was given a set of headphones and the computer I started the test. It was like she said, I had to hear and write some words and some other things. It was really weird, half of these words were not even real words. Once I was finished she looked at my result she nodded and then proceeded to ask me questions about my school life, asked me to spell more stuff and read things, both out loud and in my head. I stammered a little while reading out loud. I had never been god at that. I also always hated spelling tests. I remember always feeling bad when I did bad at them at school. It made no sense, because I knew that I was smart. I just could not seem to formulate it into words.
Once all of that was done JJ walked into the room again sitting down with the other lady. I looked at her awaiting an answer.
"So. Did I pass the test? Or are you gonna kick me out of the BAU for not having perfect spelling." I asked annoyed.
I hated not know what was going on, I wanted to know what I was doing here. Why I was being tested. JJ smiled supportingly and the lady almost scoffed.
"No, Charlotte, nothing like that at all. You sometimes feel like the letters are jumping on the page right? And sometimes the letters get jumbled together when you write or read them. At school you were great orally, but always got bad grades in the written things. You tried your hardest but it never paid off. Does any of this sound familiar?" The lady said, I looked down shameful, before nodding slowly.
I knew it, I had fought so hard when I went to school, but I never improved. Now they were disappointed in me at the FBI. They would kick me out, because I was a bad speller. I was really sad now. This had been the worst day of my life. If I was only a little better, worked a little harder, maybe they would keep me on. I looked up at JJ who had taken my hand in a comforting matter.
"You don't need to worry Lola, all of these things are completely normal. The reason we were testing you, was because Reid found your way of writing a little odd. We are still glad to have you on the team." JJ said comforting me. I looked up at her confused.
What the hell was this thing? Why were they testing me? What did Spencer find? Everything just seemed to swirl around my head.
"None of those things in school were because you did not work hard enough or anything like that." The lady said, I looked at her confused, could they not just rip the bandaid off and tell me what the hell was going on?
"Lola, you're dyslexic." JJ said.
I stopped for a moment, I was shocked at first but as the lady explained how I was a classic case of late diagnosis, it all made sense. I was actually glad, relieved even. All of that in school it was not because I was dumb or did not apply myself enough. I was just dyslexic.
JJ even explained to me that I would get a special Laptop from work, with different helping programs. They were all there to help me write and read better. I smiled and thanked her. She smiled and hugged me.
"Please, you can come to me any time, okay?" She said and I nodded.
I was genuinely happy again as I walked back into the bullpen. Morgan and Emily looked up at me confused but figured I did not want to be pressed just like this morning.
Spencer came up and sat on my desk smiling. I should remember to thank him for this. I was weirdly relieved, that it was not me consciously that was the problem. It was just a disability.
"So, how did the test go?" He said I shook my head and smiled at little.
I got up and hugged him, most to his surprise, he was frozen for a second before putting his arms around me.
"Thank you." I whispered silently to him I could hear him chuckle a little.
We pulled apart and I smiled back at him.
"You were right, like always doc." I said smiling and he shrugged.
"I am just glad I could help. Your life will be so much easier now. It's much easier to help a problem when you know what it is." He said and I nodded in agreement.
"But did you know it might actually explain why you ended up a criminal. Most petty criminals like yourself are influenced by environment too yes. But since you felt you were never understood or did good in school. You tend to seek different ways of using your talents. Henry Hill, was too, and he was very big in the mafia, did you know?" He said going back into Reid facts mode, I smiled but shook my head.
"No I did actually not know that. That's interesting." I said I was not really that interested in facts about criminals being dyslexic. I was just relieved that I was.
The rest of the team soon found out what had happened. They were all very supportive of me. It was weird, I did have to tell them to stop completely babying me. I could still read things, I was not completely blind.