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Reid stared in shock at the man before him. He was relieved that it wasn't one of his team members, but he really didn't want it to be his father either. He wished he had looked who it was before he had opened the door, but in reality he knew he would have opened it anyway. He would have been too curious as to why his father decided he needed to see him, especially at four in the morning, to ignore him and go back to sleep. In fact, he was curious right now.
"What are you doing here?" Reid asked, not hiding the resentment in his voice.
"Can I come in, Spencer?" his father asked.
Reid hesitated. He really did not want this man in his home. Again against his better judgment, Reid let him in, opening the door wider to let him through. He closed the door behind him and flicked on the light, following his father further inside. He watched his father as he took in his apartment. His eyes seem to linger on the large bookshelf across the room.
"Couldn't whatever this is have waited until a more decent hour?" Reid asked him.
His father just ignored the question. "You always did love to read," he said, more to himself than to Reid. He fell silent again, still taking in Reid's apartment.
"Are you going to tell me why you are here or just stand there and stare at all my stuff?" Reid was really starting to get annoyed. His father had woken him up in the middle of the night, and so far he hadn't even bothered to tell him why. He was starting to wonder if he really had a reason for being here at all. His father only seemed interested in looking around his apartment and completely ignoring him.
His father was still silent. "You know," Reid said, "if you haven't seen someone for almost twenty years, and they suddenly show up at your front door at four in the morning, I would think they would have a pretty good reason for doing so."
"Except for when you accused me of murder," his father said without looking back at him.
"What?"
"You haven't seen me in almost twenty years, except for when you accused me of murder a year ago," his father said. "Or did you forget that little part?"
"No, I haven't, but that doesn't change anything."
"Yes, it does. That little visit of yours changed everything."
"What are you talking about? One visit in twenty years doesn't change anything. You left when I was ten and stayed completely out of my life until then, and I think you should leave now, too!" Reid was getting more and more frustrated. His father still hadn't even told him why he was here, and now he didn't really even care anymore. He just wanted him to leave him alone and get out of his apartment.
But his father didn't make any move to leave. Instead, he started walking around his apartment, looking at everything. He neared the table in his kitchen area.
Reid was suddenly filled with dread. Shit. His gun was sitting on the table in its holster. And his father was eyeing it quite suspiciously.