Hi everyone! So, it seems that we are receiving some censure regarding the use of song lyrics in our stories. From here on out, we'll be following a different format. We'll put the song that the chapters are inspired by with our prefered versions in the beginning author's note. Maybe we'll be able to include our favorite lyrics, depending on the copyrights that are on the song. We love writing these stories for all of you and we hope that you will continue to enjoy them. Blessings to all, Endurance.
Song- Angels From the Realms of Glory
Preferred Version- Peter Hollens
The elevator sound was different. Reid was just certain that it was higher pitched.
He hated it.
Okay, so he didn't actually hate it. But Reid was, for lack of a better word, grumpy. They had just gotten back from a consult in Norfolk and it had been a difficult one. Not that the case was hard, but because the LEO's they were working with would not give him the time of day. And if there was one thing Spencer Reid hated, it was feeling useless and ignored.
The frown on his face made him look at least ten years older than he was. And though it softened slightly at seeing the mini tree and candy canes on his desk (Garcia really did try to brighten the space up), he was still tense enough that everyone was leaving him alone.
Spencer went through his normal routine of pulling out his laptop and other work materials and opening his email. To his surprise there was an email from a non-work address, from a name that was vaguely familiar. It read:
Agent Reid:
You may not remember me or my nephew Sammy, but we definitely remember you. It's been a little over a year since you and your team helped with his parent's case and in that time I've been able to get Sammy the assistance that he needs in school. He's adjusted relatively well to living with me and he has continued with his music lessons.
Sammy was offered a chance to perform recently and I thought that you would like to see the video. I will never be able to thank you enough for all that you did for him during that difficult time. Keep doing the good work.
Blessings-
Ms. Sparks
Attached to the email was a video link. Reid quickly plugged in his headphones and opened the file.
The camera focus was a little blurry at first, as the person holding the camera struggled to get the lens trained on the right person. But as soon as it all came into focus, Reid saw Sammy.
"Whoa," Reid said to himself. Sammy had grown by at least six inches, and was dressed in a nice, gray, three piece suit with a green tie. He was fidgeting with something in his hands, looking nervous. But the instant he was seated at the piano, all his fidgeting ceased. The crisp beginning notes of the old carol poured from the instrument as the accompanying singer began his part.
Angels from the realms of glory,
Wing your flight o'er all the earth;
Ye who sang creation's story,
Now proclaim Messiah's birth;
Come and worship,
Come and worship,
Worship Christ, the newborn King!
The peaceful nature of the song reflected on Sammy's face. And Reid couldn't help but beam with pride as he watched the young boy confidently finish the song. And he marveled over the thought that he had, even in some small way contributed to Sammy's current development.
While the younger agent was focused on his video, he was completely oblivious to the stares from some of his fellow agents.
"What do you think the kid is smiling about?" Morgan asked his brunette colleague.
Emily shrugged. "With Reid, who knows? But, it sure is nice to see him smile."
As the two turned back to their paperwork, Reid pulled the headphones out of his ears. But his smile did not fade the rest of the day. And occasionally one of his teammates heard him mumble something about angels under his breath.
