To clear up time frame this takes place during the 5th season in which Reid is 28 His father left him when he was 10 which was 18 years ago.
Sorry if Reid seems a little OOC, but its how I'd react if I was in a situation like this.
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*Reid POV*
When the phone started ringing, I began doubting what I was doing. It had to be really important for my dad to take the time to call me, what could he need? Did I really want to know? Was I ready to talk to him again?
I had hardly anytime to process all of this; by the second ring someone picked up the phone, "hello" answered a girl's voice.
In the back of my mind I started wondering who the woman on the other line was. I quickly ran through all the possibilities but I didn't know anything about my father so there weren't that many possibilities. "Hello may I speak to William Reid?" I asked.
"Who is this?" The girl asked.
"Spencer," I answered deciding to leave my last name out.
"I'll pass you him," she said shortly.
I went to say thank-you but she had already put down the phone, I heard the soft clank of the receiver as it hit a solid surface. A few seconds later someone picked up the phone, someone who I presumed was William Reid- my father.
"Spencer?" He asked anxiously.
"It's me," I answered.
He wasted no time trying to catch up on the 18 years of missed times, "Spencer I have to talk to you. It's very important and I would rather not do it over the phone. How soon can I meet up with you somewhere?" He asked.
"As soon as you could catch a plane and arrive to Virginia," I replied.
"Good, I'm already here; how about the coffee shop on Sherwood in half an hour?" He said.
That was a surprise. Would William Reid really come all the way too Virginia just to talk to me in person?
That seemed hard to believe, so I didn't let myself do so.
"Sure half an hour sounds fine," I said.
"Great," than he hung up without saying anything else.
He was already there when I arrived; draining what probably was his third cup of coffee. When he saw me he quickly jumped to his feet, for a second I thought he was going to hug me but instead he just jumped into a conversation.
"Oh thank God you came, I didn't know who else to reach out to, you can help me can't you?" He asked.
"Well that depends," I say "what is it you want help with?" I asked.
"Sit down Spencer, I have to tell you something and it may take a while, and may be a little difficult for you to understand," he said.
"Nothings really hard for me to understand," I say.
He stared at me for a second, a look of understanding flashed in his eyes, but it disappeared as soon as it had come and he ignored my statement.
"It's not about science or statistics Spencer," he said coldly, "it involves my life after you."
"Well in that case-" I said waving my hands for him to go on.
"19 years ago I met this woman her name was Marilyn Chapelle. It was instinct chemistry between the Mari and I we connected so well."
It didn't escape me that at that time he was still with my mother, I was only nine about than. He hadn't left yet.
"We ended up going out more and more and eventually fell in love with each other. A year later we decided to get married but there was one little problem-"
He stopped and looked down at the ground not sure how to continue.
"But you were already married," I said finished for him coldly. There was no reason for him to be telling me this. I already knew how disposable mom and I were in his life; it didn't surprise me one bit.
"Yes," he said quietly, "but it was easily resolved with a divorce on the grounds of mental illness."
"Which was a lie," I stated.
"No, it wasn't. She was- is mentally insane so legally it wasn't a lie," he argued.
That did it, "okay," I said angrily, standing up, "as much as I would like to hear how much of and inconvenience my mother and I were to your romance with "Mari", I have better things to do."
"No! Please it's leading somewhere, I swear, just finish listening," he pleaded.
I reluctantly sat down again; For one thing I was kind of curious as to where this was leading and second I really didn't have anything else to do.
He took a long sip from his cup before continuing, "Our marriage was a happy one," he paused, "Mari and I." He said as if to reinforce the fact that it wasn't in fact my mom.
"We have two kids, twins a boy and a girl Stephan and Sarah. For a while everything was going well but than we hit a sour note. We were constantly fighting and yelling at each other. We couldn't agree on anything. Eventually she moved back to her family home in California, taking the kids with her."
"Yeah you have this thing about leaving your children," I said icily.
"Don't get it wrong Spencer," he said shaking his head. "Stephen & Sarah were my life, I loved them so much. If I could do it all over again I would have never let them go. They were only three when they're mother took them and I didn't see them again until years later, I just didn't know how to take care of them anymore."
"Wow so original," I said sarcastically. It was the exact excuse he gave to me the last time I had seen him. It hurt how easily he forgot about me, "they were my life". What about me dad did you forget I was your son too?
But he didn't seem to catch on to what I was saying and continued, "A week ago, I got a phone call, a woman from social services called me to tell me that Mari had died in a car accident." He spoke his words slowly not really comprehending what had happened.
I understood how he was feeling; I saw it many times on the face of family's victims at work. The sadness and realization that this could happen to them, that it was happening now.
"Oh sorry," I said lamely.
"The kids have been with me for three days now," he said sadly.
He looked up at me, "The real reason I called you was because," he took a breath, "I don't think Marilyn's death was an accident, I think someone murdered her."
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