I'd just like to start by saying thank you to all those who subscribed to my story, and to CMAli 1 for the review. This is where the story begins. Enjoy and review. :)
At 27, Spencer Reid was tall and gangly, looking more like a 14 year old boy, in some ways, than a 27 year old man. His straggly, long, curly, brown hair could often be seen being tucked impatiently behind one ear or the other. Though he viewed it as a nuisance, he was very attached to his hair. If you were to ask why he didn't just cut it off and be done with it, he'd likely offer some lame excuse, such as "It keeps me warm in the winter" or "I'm far too used to it, now. If I cut it off, I'll miss it!".
Around the winter months, he could be seen walking hurriedly from his car to the office, a purple scarf wrapped warmly around a long neck, soft jaw, and thin, pink lips. If you happened to have seen him on one such day, it is likely he may have crooked a long, slender finger and swiped at the small, pert nose on his face.
One thing to know about Spencer, is that he is a caffeine addict. He often would have up to five cups of coffee before lunch, and many more after that. When in the BAU, he was most commonly seem by the coffee maker, perhaps chatting with Emily Prentiss about controversy between Splenda and real sugar. Other times he could be seen squeezing in a few more case files before the briefing in ten or four or one minute. There was rarely a time when he wasn't working on a case, or briefing for a case, or reading (usually about a case). Spencer was an avid reader, and if you've ever seen him read, you know why.
And thus begins my story.
Spencer had just gotten home from a case. Tired though he was, his mind was unwilling to settle and continued to run the case details over and over. So, naturally, he picked up the most boring book he could think of: Twilight, which JJ had given him a little while back. After reading for a few minutes, he was asleep, Twilight, open to the last page, on his lap.
Some hours later, he started awake. Blearily, he looked around for his glasses while his mind woke up enough to tell him what that goddamn
Ding-Dong
was. He shoved glasses on his face and jumped up off the couch when the doorbell registered in his head. He hurried through his little two bedroom apartment, past the kitchen and the little half bathroom off to the side.
Upon opening the door, he was confused to find no one there. He glanced around bemusedly for a moment, before a rustle and a whimper at his feet drew his eyes downwards. A surprised gasp left his mouth and he fell backwards into his apartment, startled by the little bundle at his feet. Recovering quickly from his shock, he reached down and lifted the mewling infant from the stoop. He hushed and crooned awkwardly to it until it's weeping stopped. He made to move gently back inside the house, but as he was doing so, an envelope fluttered to the floor.
Dear Dr Spencer Reid,
I know this will come off as a shock, but this baby is in your custody until further notice. I trust you will care well for the child, and as proof of my faith in your abilities, the duty naming him is yours.
Good luck, you will hear from me again soon, Anonymous
P. S. I'm not an unsub, there's no need to profile this letter.
P. P. S. My regards to Agent Hotchner.
Spencer glared at the letter before stuffing it in his pocket. He was angry, he was confused, he was scared, and he was freaking out. He didnt know how to take care of a baby! Henry was scary enough, now he had to take care of one of his own!
On the verge of a panic attack, he ran into the kitchen and got a picnic basket. Padding it down with blankets, he gently lay the infant down. He then proceeded to carefully lift the considerably heavier basket, grab his wallet, keys, and jacket, before hurrying out the door. He climbed into the car, buckling the basket into the passenger seat, before starting the car and backing into the road. It was only as he was pulling into the driveway, did it occur to him that he had ended up at Hotch's house.