Hey everyone, if you're reading this story, please go read my other story, Genius and All. It's the prequel to this, and there will be a sequel to this.
This job is one of the most coveted in the FBI, but no one really explains to you how hard it really is. The increasingly long hours, the horribly grotesque pictures, and the conversations kind of suck. And even though the hours in the BAU were hard on their own, mine were worse than the others. I rarely got sleep, and when I did, it was just sporadic hours on the plane and maybe at home. And before I could even think about sleeping, I had to get my work done. It's just the way I am.
"You know, you are allowed to sleep," Derek said from his spot across the table from me. Looking up from my laptop over my glasses, and said "you're not asleep." He stretched himself out and said "your incessant typing woke me up." Rolling my eyes at him, I went back to my report. After a moment, Derek got up and came to sit beside me.
"What are you doing, the reports don't have to be done till Monday," he said as he read it over. Then he frowned and said "wait, this isn't our case, what is this?" I wasn't exactly sure what to say, so I just told the trust, sort of.
"Just an old report from my old job, I needed to finish up the open cases I was helping out on," I said, saving and closing the document before he could see the date. He looked at me for a moment, and just shrugged, going back to his spot. And then he pulled out a deck of cards.
"You play," he asked, and I couldn't help the smirk that spread across my lips. I used to play with my collage mates in freshmen year before they realized good I was. And when I say good, I'm not boasting.
Taking the cards, I shuffled them and dealt them out as I explained my rules. It didn't take long, and just as I knew would happen; I won.
"How the hell..." And he stopped, reaching for the cards, and shuffling through them. Looking up at me, he tried to read me, but I'm a good player. After another game, he said "you cannot be this good, only Reid's this good." Speak of the devil.
"Good at what," Spencer asked taking a seat across from us. Derek grabbed the cards again, but this time shuffled out three sets. "You're playing Reid, someone's gotta beat her." Chuckling, I just picked up my cards. Looking around the table, I saw the boys both deep in concentration. But I read them, it was pretty easy. But, surprisingly, I was wrong.
Beat after beat, we played, until Derek finally folded, "your tastes are too rich for me." Looking over at Spencer, I saw a smirk on his lips as he watched me. Watching him from behind my cards, I played. I knew my cards, and I think I knew his cards. But the game went on.
And on.
And on.
Neither of us wanted to give, I knew from everyone else that Spencer did not lose ever. He was not ready to give. But I was exhausted, and my eyes were starting to droop. So I just gave.
"What was that," Spencer asked after I lost. Looking up at him confused, I asked "what do you mean?" He grabbed the cards and looked through them, and said "you just forfeited the game, you could have won." I just shrugged, grabbed at pillow, and passed out, feeling Spencer's eyes on me the whole time. Some time's, there's something more important that the game.
It's short, but I had it in my head for a while.