Picasso || Spencer Reid

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟔

Waking up early wasn't an issue this morning, like it is normally is. It's almost as if my body knew that I had a ton of stuff to do, and it did me a huge favour, as I had forgotten to set an alarm when I went to bed last night.

I'd already spoken to my neighbour shortly after Spencer had left, asking if she would be able to watch Isaac and make sure he does his homework while I leave to check on my studio and then go to work at the radio station.

I jump into the shower because I knew my hair needed to be washed today, otherwise it would feel and look disgusting by the end of the day, and I didn't want the guys at the station to judge me.

My hair gets wrapped into a towel while I go to my wardrobe, throwing on a pair of jeans and a comfortable knitted jumper. I move back to my bathroom to brush my teeth, throwing my towels back on the rack.

I pull my hair from the towel, scrunching to remove the excess water before combing through my hair letting it airdry. I go to Isaac's room, knocking on the door loudly. "Iz, are you awake yet?" All I hear is a loud groan coming from the room. "Breakfast in 10. Get up!" I hear a slight movement, taking that as a sign that the boy was now awake.

When I reach the kitchen, I'm immediately thankful that I cleared up last night, with the help of Spencer, because it's a lot tidier than it would normally be. I smile at the thought of last night, it was fun and everything felt natural, it made me realise that I definitely wanted to spend more time with him.

I open the freezer, taking out some toaster waffles, placing two in the toaster before grabbing some syrup and icing sugar out of the cupboard, as well as strawberries from the fridge. I grab a knife and cutting board, slicing the red fruit into quarters.

Isaac enters the kitchen, fully dressed, just as the waffles pop out of the toaster.

"Can you grab some plates?" I ask, focusing on chopping more strawberries. He moves quietly, grabbing plates for both of us. Once I've placed the waffles on his plate, he begins to decorate it with the syrup and sugar. "If you're having all that on it, then you can have some fruit too, that's natural sugar." He smiles, still not saying anything, but grabbing a few pieces. He moves to the table, slowly cutting his waffles, waiting for mine to be done before actually beginning to eat.

When we both have our breakfast at the table, Isaac decides to break the silence.

"Faye..." I look up at him in a quizzical manner. "... So, what's going on with Spencer?"

I laugh. "You are too young to be asking me that. But, he's my new friend, is that okay with you?"

"I mean, I don't know why I wouldn't be. He's cool, and he protected you from me shooting you. So, yeah, if you wanted him to come around a bit more, that would be okay with me, but he has to introduce me to his cool FBI friends." His smile grows as he speaks, obviously realising that Spencer is going to know a lot of FBI agents.

"That's only if he wants to, you've got to remember that, Iz." He looks at me with a raised eyebrow.

"He looks at you how Dad used to look at Mom, he's gonna want to." I'm shocked at his words; I didn't even think he would remember that.

"I don't know what you mean." A smile breaks onto my face, my eyes diverting down to the food in front of me. Did he really look at me like that? 

"I mean, I'm twelve, so I don't really know why you're paying to attention to me." He has a smirk on his face.

"Ha ha, funny. I've literally only known him for like a day, so, sure I'm going to try and get to know him more. He could be a good friend for the both of us." He seemed to like my answer, he enjoyed the idea of having a cool FBI friend.