Author's Note:
Same as usual. I do not own Criminal Minds, yada yada yada.
Also! My backspace button is broken. Completely. Does not work at all, so this chapter took forever! and it was deleted once due to the fact that the backspace has spasms where it deletes EVERYTHING. Hopefully it wont do it again.
Spencer opened the door to the diner. The waitress gasped when she saw him.
"Spencer Reid!"
He turned away from Elle to the lady and smiled. "Hi, Ms. Agatha."
"Wow, look at you!" She pulled him near her, looking him up and down. "You grew up. You're very handsome."
Spencer flushed. "Thank you, Ms. Agatha."
"How's your mother. Your father will never talk to me about her. I don't think he ever visits. It's so sad. They used to be so in love."
Spencer smiled fell. "She's okay. My father?"
"Oh yes, William is in here every Thursday at lunch time. He tells me all about you. I'm so sorry to hear about your boss' wife. That 's so sad. That man was very evil."
Spencer looked back at Elle, uncomfortable. He looked back at Agatha. "Yes, it was."
Grey saw the look to Elle and made his way to the front of the group, next to Spencer. He smiled at the lady.
"Can we sit ourselves, Ms. Agatha."
"Oh! I'm sorry. I didn't even see your team here." She frowned, looking at the people. She didn't recognize them from the paper clippings.
"We're his new team. You can tell us all about him, after we sit."
Agatha nodded, leading them to the table.
"Dr. Spencer here came in here almost everyday from the time he was 8 to when he went to college. at 13, mind you. He's a genius, but I'm sure you all know that. He's smart, just like his mother. She was a professor at UNLV before his birth. Great teacher. And then she got sick and-"
Spencer cleared his throat and Agatha nodded, understanding his interruption. "What can I get you guys to drink?"
Everyone gave their drink orders before Grey looked at Spencer.
"Your mom was a professor? Of what?"
Spencer licked his lip. He didn't like talking about his parents like this with almost complete strangers.
"15th century literature."
"Ah." Grey said, making a face, causing DiMario to laugh.
"Who takes that?"
"English majors mostly." Spencer said, shrugging. He wasn't really interested in the conversation. His dad visited the same diner Spencer had gone to every day. How long had he been coming? He just wanted to know some answers and he didn't know how to get them. He had seen his father the day his godson was born and the man hadn't gotten in touch with him since. If he was so interested in everything Spencer was, then why couldn't he call him? Why couldn't the man reach out to him. It wasn't Spencer's job to find him again, to make him come to him. He was the father. He was supposed to be there for the younger man.
"Spencer?" Ryan pushed his shoulder, pulling him from his thoughts.
He looked around, seeing everyone looking at him. "What?"
"We were sharing favorites. Color? Food? Movie, song?"
"Favorite color is purple. It's the perfect mixture of the hottest and coolest of colors. I enjoy Thai food. I don't watch movies and my favorite 'song' would be Beethoven's last symphony."
"God, you're such a nerd." Elle said with a slight laugh. Spencer frowned.
"I didn't peg you as an Indian food lover. Curry?" Grey asked.
"Green curries are the best." Spencer nodded, smiling at Grey. "There's supposed to be a great new Thai restaurant in Henderson. Want to check it out with me?"
Elle smiled as she watched Spencer and Grey talk about different Thai foods and make plans. She was glad that the genius was befriending the members of the teams.
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Everyone had left the diner. Spencer was standing, his hands in pockets, waiting for Agatha.
She smiled when she saw him.
"I told you to go home, Spencer Reid."
"You also said you were walking home soon. Do I need to tell you the statistics on women victims and crime at night?"
Agatha shook her head. "You wanted to talk, didn't you?" She sat down, looking up at him.
He shrugged. "You talk to my dad."
Agatha nodded. "Since you left for Virginia."
"You know, I saw him a while ago."
"You thought he-"
"Yeah, so why didn't he call me after?"
The door opened and Agatha sighed.
"I don't know, Spencer. He left you so many years ago, he doesn't feel like he deserves to."
"Oh right, too scared to make the first step." He looked back at the newcomer and frowned when he saw Ryan. She smiled, embarrassedly.
"Sorry to interrupt. I...forgot...Well, there it is." She grabbed her phone before making her way back out.
Agatha watched as Spencer watched the woman leave before she smiled. She stood and pushed him a little.
"Go, walk with her! She's very attractive."
Spencer followed the woman out. "Ryan, wait up."
Ryan turned and paused when she saw Spencer.
"I didn't mean to interrupt."
"It's fine. Are you walking?"
She nodded, starting to walk again. "I live in the Silver Creek apartments."
"I live just down the street. 1039 Meadow."
She nodded. She bit at her bottom lip and looked at him. Spencer could tell she was debating something in her head. He did it quite often so he knew how it looked. She sighed.
"Okay, we're team members so i'm going to ask. What's wrong with your mom?"
He frowned. "She... uh, She's sick."
Ryan rolled her eyes. "Obviously."
He sighed. "She's got a long term illness that keeps her.."
Ryan stopped and turned. "Do you know about my parents?"
Spencer nodded, slowly. "Yeah... why?"
"Because your team found that information. You didn't ask me and I told you. You just went into my business and found it. I'm asking you to tell me. You already know about my parents. It's only fair."
She had a point. He licked his lip.
"My mother is a paranoid schizophrenic who was diagnosed at 16 years of age. She was on medications until she got pregnant with me. She stopped taking them and never started them again. My father left 8 years later after my mother told the father of a murdered and molested boy about the man who did it. The father killed the man and my father helped keep my mother's part in the crime a secret, which eventually lead to their divorce. I took care of her until I was 18 and placed her in a sanatorium about 3 miles from here."
Ryan looked at him. He said it so cold and distant.
"And you don't talk to your father?"
"No. I didn't see him again until almost 2 years ago, working on the case of Riley Jenkins, the murdered boy from my childhood."
"So why don't you call him?"
"Why should I? He obviously doesn't want to talk to me." He said, looking at his shoes.
Ryan glared. "because he's your dad. He's still here."
"He doesn't want me, Ryan. I'd rather he was dead. It'd hurt less."
Ryan slapped him. Spencer looked at her shocked, his hand moving to his cheek.
"You have no idea what it's like to lose a parent. 'It'd hurt less'? When you sit in class and watch the building you know your mother is in crumble down the ground and then go home and wait for your dad to come home, not knowing if he even will until the day he doesn't, then you can talk about how much it would hurt. It's not about who 'makes the first move.' Your mother and father are both alive, and seeing how he talks about you all the time, it's obvious that he at least loves you very much. And you're bitching about how he's is too scared. You're the one who is too scared. You need to grow up and call your dad. Visit your mom."