September 30, 1998
Las Vegas, Nevada
16 year old Spencer Reid snatched the ringing phone from off its cradle as he stirred macaroni and cheese. Dinner for him and his mother.
"Reid residence."
They didn't get many phone calls at their house.
"Is Dr. Reid there?"
"Diana or Spencer?"
"Spencer."
"That's me."
"I was wondering if you'd be interested in mentoring someone here at Yale."
"Mr. Malone?" Spencer asked, using the name of a teacher at Yale.
"Yes, it's me."
"I'm not the type of person for the job. And I only showed interest in Yale, I never actually went. Yale is a long way from Las Vegas."
"I know that, but before you say no, let me expound. She's twelve."
"A girl?" Girls were a foreign species in Spencer's book.
"Yes. Don't be so narrow-minded. She was deported from Rome where she had lived in a covenant her whole life. She has no parents that we know of, although we haven't really looked into it. Her name is Leah Prentiss. She's so much like you, Dr. Reid, it's astounding. She speaks Italian over English, nearly refusing to speak the latter, but I know that she knows how. She just needs someone to break her out of her shell, and I really think you might be able to do that."
Spencer bit his lip as his mother stumbled in from the hallway, muttering about how she couldn't find her notes for her next lecture at a local college.
She hadn't taught, let alone given a lecture, in years.
He felt guilty even as the thought came to his mind, but it would be good to get away from his mother for a couple of weeks.
"I'll even pay for your round ticket. Please?" Mr. Malone synched the deal.
"I'll be there in twenty-four hours."
"Thank you."
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