Author's Note: Since I was alone last night, because my boyfriend got grounded, I had extra time for finishing this chapter. If I keep getting all this extra time. You'll have a chapter everyday. Enjoy Chapter Four.
When Reid got home that night he found Allison in her room. He noticed a couple paintings on the wall. He figured they were her's since he'd never seen them before. On the dresser were two neat stacks. One was a stack of books. The other was a stack a DVD cases. On the bed sat Allison with papers all around her.
"What are you up to in here," Reid asked walking into the room.
"Working on a story," Allison replied, not looking up the notebook in her lap.
"You write," Reid asked.
"Hm-hm. I'm already published," Allison said looking up at her dad.
Reid looked at his daughter in shock and asked, "You are?"
"I post my stories online, like all teenage writers do," Allison explained.
"How many have you put up," Reid asked.
"About sixteen maybe twenty. I'd need to get in to go online to check," Allison stated. "You don't happen to have a laptop do you?"
"I do, but I use it mainly for work," Reid replied.
"Could I borrow it," Allison asked. "I promise to be careful."
Reid looked at Alison warily for a second then said, "Let me just go get it."
Reid then left the room and went down the hall to his room. He went into the room, then walked over to the small desk in the corner and took the laptop off of it.
He then walked back to hs daughter's room and placed it on the bed while saying, "I'm going to order something for us to eat. Which will take about an hour to get here. Once it gets here, put the laptop back in my room."
"Got it," Allison stated.
"The password is Maeve," Reid explained. "Don't go looking at any of my work, unless you want nightmares for the next two years."
"Maeve," Allison asked, making sure she heard the password correctly.
"Yeah," Reid said before leaving her bedroom.
"Maeve," Allison repeated to herself as she opened the laptop. "Odd name."
As her father predicted the food was there within an hour.
When she walked into her father's bedroom to put the laptop up, she looked around the room taking in what she saw. Since coming to live with two days ago, she'd had yet to go in his room
On top of the dresser, was a collection of framed the photo's that had a bunch of people in them. He wasn't in all of them, but in the ones he was in, he smiling and looked comfortable with the people who were around them. The other photos had a lot of the same people in them. Allison figured the people were the one's he worked with.
On the bed was an open file with pictures on top of them. On the top photo was the body of a dead man, who looked like he had been stabbed multiple times. Allison didn't let it bother her, she had seen enough dead bodies from watching L.A. Crime.
Allison placed the laptop on the desk and walked back out.
"What took you so long," Reid asked when he saw his daughter walk into the kitchen.
"I was just looking at the photos on top of your dresser," Allison stated. "Do you work with those people"
"Most of them," Reid stated.
"Most," Allison asked.
"A few of them have moved on," Reid replied.
"You haven't," Allison pointed out.
"What do you mean," Reid asked.
"You still there, at your job, with your friends," Allison explained.
"I've had some rough spots due to the job, but I wouldn't trade my family and job for anything," Reid said.
"Why do you do it," Allison asked. "Why do you catch criminals?"
"I'm helping people by putting the criminals who could hurt them away," Reid explained. "I hope you like Chinese food."
"Depends on what Chinese dish you ordered," Allison stated.
"What do you mean," Reid asked.
"Certain Chinese dishes cause me to have nightmares," Allison answered, as if that explained everything.
Reid laugh a little bit then said, "Care to elaborate on why, because it's impossible for food to cause nightmares."
"Every time I eat any kind on Lo Mien or Sesame Shrimp, I have nightmares when I go to bed that night," Allison stated.
"Your mother claimed the same thing one time when we met up at Chinese restaurant after an hour of math tutoring," Reid said as he remembered his first date with Allison's mother.
"Hereditary," Allison asked.
"I doubt it, I think those night you had Chinese food, you were just in a bad mood or angry at something. I can tell from a scientific point of view that going to sleep angry or upset, can usually trigger nightmares," Reid explained "I can also tell you them same thing from experience."
"So what did you get for us," Allison asked, feeling slightly embarrassed about what she had said.
"Shrimp fried rice," Reid replied as he placed a plate shrimp fried rice on it.
Allison picked up a pair of chopsticks and started eating, while her father picked up a fork.
She stared at her father and said, "You don't use chopsticks."
"Don't know how to use them," Reid stated.
"Ever tried the rubber band trick," Allison asked.
"A couple of times. It doesn't work," Reid replied.
"You probably never had the right kind of rubber band," Allison said standing up from her seat.
"Where are you going," Reid said looking at Allison.
"Don't worry. I'll be right back," Allison said walking out of the kitchen
Allison rummaged through her make-up bag, looking for what ever it was she was looking. When she found it she went back into the kitchen.
"Give me your chopsticks," Allison said.
Confused, her father obliged.
Allison began wrapping a rainbow-colored rubber band around the chopsticks and said, "It's called a starter band. When I was younger, Mom gave to me. She said, that even when the rubber band trick fails, using the starter band helps. You see, the starter band is a training aid. You won't even realize it's there. You'll just start using the chopsticks as if you've done it a million times before. After about five uses of the starter band you won't even need the rubber band trick."
Allison handed her father the chopsticks, then sat back down and continued eating.
Reid started to eat using the chopsticks, only to realize how much easier it had been using them, then in the past.
Author's Note: Just for clarification, LA Crime is not real so don't go looking for fanfictions on it and the starter band is not real. One time my dad gave me a pink rubber band and said it would improve my chopsticks ability, It didn't. I still can't use the damn things. I won't be posting anything new until Tuesday. I'm going out-of-town this weekend and won't have internet. But I'll continue to work on the story. Off to work on the next couple of chapters.