Title: You Broke My Bones
Rating: M
Summary: The BAU becomes too much for Reid to handle. But his old and current jobs are bound to collide.
Previously: Reid left the BAU, Morgan and Prentiss visit the hospital separately, the BAU visit the hospital for a case and Reid meets his new teacher.
This Chapter: FLASHBACK- Reid and his teacher clash -FLASHBACK
Disclaimer: I own only the plot of this story and any OCs
Status: In-Progress
Chapter: 5. Doctors and Genetics
FLASHBACK START-
"Spencer Reid would you please stay behind? Everyone else, class dismissed." Kailee said to the auditorium, closing the book placed on the podium. Reid glanced from the book he was closing. Half the class were already standing and walking toward the steps nearest to them, the other placing their books back in their bags. He frowned as he stayed seated, watching as his classmates left.
He glanced up at her occasionally as he gathered up his books and placed them in his bag. He watched her carefully as he pulled his shoulder bag over his head and walked down the stairs to the stage.
"Did you read that book?" She asked, sliding down and sitting on the stage, her feet dangling off the edge of the stage.
He nodded, finally reaching her. "The last chapter was the most interesting." He replied, coming to a stop just in front of her. She raised a single eyebrow.
"You finished the whole book?" She asked. He nodded.
"Our conscious mind can 16 bytes per second, our unconscious mind can process 11 million." He replied. She smiled softly.
"Really?" She asked. He nodded. "Interesting." She said, almost to herself.
"Today's lesson interested me a little." He said. She nodded.
"Genetic Disorders. What interests you the most about it?" She asked, watching him intently. He seemed shocked by the question, before regaining his composure.
"The fact that because of our genes, that information in the gene is faulty we can be born with a host of disorders and medical problems." He replied. She nodded.
"And three to four percent of babies born, which is approximately four million a year, will be born with a genetic disease or major birth defect."
"And approximately one percent of babies are born with chromosomal abnormality which can cause psychical problems and mental retardation." He said enthusiastically. She nodded.
"And more than twenty percent of infant deaths are caused by birth defects or genetic conditions." She said, grinning.
"Approximately ten percent of adults and thirty percent of children are in hospitals due to genetically related problems." He added, the grin on his face widening. They sat in silence for a second, grinning and enjoying each other's company.
"You certainly know a lot of statistics on genetic disorders." He observed. She nodded.
"Genetics fascinates me. I nearly went into genetics research." She replied.
"Why didn't you?" He asked curiously.
"The need to teach was too strong." She replied, suddenly turning her attention to her feet. "I suppose I could teach something more geared towards genetics." She mused, almost to herself again.
"Why are you teaching this then?" He asked, gesturing to the large room. "Why not something you clearly love?" He asked. She glanced at him.
"I have a strong need to save people." She replied. "Helping make doctors is a part of that. As a doctor, you change the people's lives in the area you work. But as a teacher, you change the lives of the people who live in the area you're students teach, which can be anywhere. Right now, a student I taught could be practising as a doctor in another country. Why are you here, studying to be a doctor when you've already got your degrees?" She asked.
"My old career, it was no longer." He hesitated to find the right word. "Satisfying." He finally said. She nodded and turned her gaze away from him.
"And your old career was?" She asked.
"I worked for the Behavioural Analysis Unit for the FBI." He replied. "We analyse crime scenes and use human behaviour to understand the UnSub and anticipate his next move." He added. She nodded, looking at him again.
"Why wasn't it satisfying any more?" She asked. He glanced at her, unconfused by the barrage of non work related questions.
"I no longer felt I was making a difference." He finally replied. "I felt like more lives were being lost then saved."
"Then you know what I mean." She said. He nodded. "But if every member in your Unit felt like that, if every member in your Unit changed careers like you, there'd be no Unit. If everyone in the world changed their careers to be doctors, there'd be now law enforcement, no fire-fighters, no politicians. If everyone tried to change the world, the world would probably end up worse." She said. He nodded.
"Yet you teach people, help them with their new careers." He pointed out. She shrugged.
"I know. So what kind of person does that make me?"
-FLASHBACK END
Next Chapter- Morgan and Prentiss visit the hospital again