Moving On
It was four days since they got back home and his wound healing nicely. It was still difficult to move his neck without feeling some sort of pain but at least his shoulder had a better range of motion now without irritating his neck.
Word had spread that Alex filed in her letter of resignation. There were a few questions on why, but that wasn't really talked about. Everyone had come to visit during Reid's recovery, especially Garcia. Everyone that is except the one person he really wanted, no, needed to see. For the past four days, he contemplated calling or sending a message but couldn't bring himself to.
It was Blake's leaving that helped set the motions of the never-ending gears in that head of vast quantities of information of his. The combination of her badge and the Sherlock book he'd been carrying around for the past year in honor of Maeve was another. It was time to move on. Things needed to change again.
Before he could start formulating a proper plan though, there was a knock on the door. It was one he'd gotten to know well and made his heart beat faster. When he opened the door, he saw brought both happiness and sadness at the sight before him.