Hi! Sorry it has been a while, this is a bit of an expansion of the ending of the last chapter.

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Chapter 2 – The First Night

4th September 2013

JJ and Will had offered to stay and help him unpack but knowing they'd probably have better things to do, Spencer had let them go.

His room wasn't big but I wasn't a cupboard either, it was a little smaller than his room in Vegas yet it was plenty big enough for him and his belongings. The walls were a light cream and the carpet was a darker shade than the walls, the previous curtains had been removed and only a set of white vertical remained. It was obvious from the neutral colours the rooms were given to men and women; there had been a previous tenant Spencer observed looking at the frame and poster size outlines on the wall. 'I wonder who…'

He groaned explicably when he realised he had a pretty good idea whose room it was, no wonder JJ and Will had had that look on their faces. Elle. This had been Elle's room.

Studying the room he looked at all the furniture that had once been hers but now was his. It was all oak, simply carved and made yet elegant nevertheless; the furniture consisted of a double bed (which he was thankful for because he tossed and turned most nights trying to tune out the buzzing minds elsewhere), a bedside table, two wall shelves with one directly below the other and wardrobe with a chest of drawers built in at the base.

Sighing again he set off to the task at hand, unpacking. The first box he opened contained the light green curtains Gideon had bought him on one of their trips out. Secretly Spencer had wanted the purple ones but the green was the colour he'd find soothing and calming when trying to sleep or block out the unwanted minds.

He looked into the curtains, like looked into it. He saw beyond the dye, the threads, the fibres till he got to the particles that together made the curtains. Focusing his mind he lifted, well levitated, the curtains out the box and with a slight motion of his hand, they followed him to windows. Motioning and guiding with his hands, Spencer hung the curtains onto the hooks. Slowly at a pleasant pace he repeated this but with the various items he'd gotten – the brown and green bedding, the chocolate coloured pair of cushions, the rug matching the curtains and his clothes. After about 20 minutes all he had left to do was put out his personal items which he wanted to do by hand. Another hour later his many, well 43 books (he'd was amazed they'd all fitted on and still had a little room left) were on the shelves and photo frames with pictures of his mom, him as a baby with her and grandparents (all of which who were deceased), however he had none of his father. Not that he cared. Well not at least, it wasn't as bad as it used to be but his hurt had turned to anger and had resulted in him 'picking' all the photos he was in and throwing them into the fire or disintegrating them (that had been an accident though, he wasn't even sure how he'd done it and he hadn't been able to do it again – even after 3 years). Placing the photos on the table and remaining shelf space, he took out a small mahogany box containing his most prized treasures and hid it in the bottom of his sock drawer, the very bottom. In the corner of the room, by the window was the door leading to the small ensuite bathroom each room had, as he finished putting the last of his toiletries into the cabinet above the sink a knock came at the door.

Recognising the familiar brain pattern, regardless of the shield he had, Spencer called for Gideon to come in. His guardian smiled seeing his ward having already settled into the room. "I see it didn't take you longer to unpack, did you have help or did you 'carry' your stuff?" The emphasis on 'carry' made both of them snigger, knowing full well what the answer was. Quickly though Spencer sobered up.

"Gideon, do many people here have a hostile view to telepaths after that gir- Elle's death?"

A slight frown spread across the older man's face.

'Spencer have you been reading people's minds without their permission? You know I warned you about this, as did-'

'What?! No! I asked Will about the shrine and he sort of explained about the fact Elle was killed by one of us. Well…I didn't read his mind but I saw images he was putting out of the scene, the telepath that killed her and the hostility that a lot of the people had afterwards and that some of them still have but – wait! Gideon, why are we thinking to each other and not just talking?'

'One of the students two doors down has radar and sonar hearing, if he's nearby he would be able to hear every word we say and that might not be the best thing. You see he and Elle were friends, very good friends, they'd known each other six years and been… what I believe what is called an on-again-off-again relationship for two of those years. He cared for her deeply and after her death he became very serious and has some trust issues with new people, this is me trying to get you happy here and when they realise you aren't like Randall Garner (Elle's killer), you are not a killer, they will and he will be less… unwelcoming to people with your gift –'

'How did she die? Don't lie to me; I want to know what I'm up against.'

Gideon sighed aloud and ran a hand over his thinning hair, the look on Spencer's face meant he wasn't going to get out it.

'There was a hostage situation with Garner. He'd been apparently unstable for a while and couldn't handle the voices in his head that he heard, he'd been born with a small tumour on his brain, where it was it prevented his telepathy. His family was told where it was it wouldn't affect him for some years, but even if they wanted it couldn't be removed because he was too young. When he was older and at an age where it could be removed it was, he was sixteen, slowly the thoughts of others trickled in and he couldn't handle it. At the age of eighteen he intentionally got hit by a car and went into a coma for nearly a year, upon waking the thoughts came flooding back. He was brought here by a friend in hopes of him getting help, unfortunately it didn't work, he got a gun and attempted to rid the voices… permanently. However instead of taking his own life, he took eight of the student's hostage in the study hall. Elle thought with her natural inhuman speed that she could get the people out. Elle had managed to get three of the students out and saw him taking aim at Rebecca, one of the younger girls. Unfortunately as Elle got to her to move her out of the way, Garner realised why the students were vanishing and he pinpointed where she was just about to be. He pulled the trigger three times; two shots went into her chest, one into her skull.'

Spencer had not stopped staring at Gideon throughout the entire account.

'How did she know? How did everyone know there was a situation?'

'One of the hostages, Timmy, is like a remote control. He tuned into all the TV's, radios, everything or anything with a screen or speaker. Literally through his eyes, everything he saw was broadcasted live on everything he'd taken control of. Everyone here saw or heard what happened, all of it, everyone but Elle were to transfixed on the screens to move away – the gun, her shooting and death, him. It's imprinted into everyone's memory.'

'What happened to Garner?'

'I don't Spencer, no one knows, about ten seconds after pulling the trigger he disappeared, vanished, like he was teleported. No one has seen him since.'

'Why didn't you tell me before about this?' The thought was so calm, so cool, Gideon could tell without powers that the kid was borderline pissed with him, he had some trust issues yet he'd somehow bonded well with Gideon and now probably, no, he was feeling slightly betrayed. Wonderful.

'You needed the BAU Spencer, you needed to be able to be you, and life here will be easier.'

'Really? Because after what I've learnt I don't think it's going to be much easier than before… Professor.'

They stared at each other for a few minutes in silence, till Gideon knew they weren't to get anywhere.

'It's been a long day Spencer, go to bed, now. I think you need the sleep and its late anyway, lie in tomorrow morning and get some proper rest. Goodnight Spencer.'

Opening the door he heard a muttered response, yep, Spencer screamed of being well and truly hacked off.

Once he left Spencer went into the bathroom and emerging a few minutes later, he changed and paused before getting into the bed. 'Sounds like I'm in for a fun time, then again at least JJ and Will are nice, well at least at the moment.' He climbed into the bed and after a few more minutes to the glow of his light he drifted off, the minds of his new 'housemates' fading into a hum.

Well, what do you think?

Not very exciting I know, sorry. Please review :)