Kid Doctor ~ Spencer Reid

Unwelcomed Documentaries

(This chapter is going to be a lot of dialogue.)

"I'm sorry, camera crews are coming? Why? Do I need to talk to them?"

Spencer looked at Hotch, fidgeting with his hands at the idea of this. People couldn't come and film what he was doing, they would film stuff he wouldn't want aired. He didn't have a say in it though, and Hotch's tired sigh told enough.

"You don't need to talk to them unless they ask questions. They're doing a documentary on the case we just received and since we're part of the investigation, we're part of the documentary. Pretend they aren't there. I'll warn them ahead of time about lights."
"Thank you."

Reid left the room, going back to his desk and just continuing to work. He waited, as he had to. He needed to.

About thirty minutes later, Hotch left the room to talk to the people.

"We have an agent inside who's epileptic. He takes medication for it, but don't take photos with a lot of flashing lights. We can and will sue you for putting out agent at risk if he has a seizure because of you guys and the documentary will be immediately over. His name is Dr. Spencer Reid."

The people nodded and Hotch announced them, Spencer barely looking up from his work.

"We're going to interview everyone one by one so we can get a good idea about who's working the case and we can make you all seem a little more personable, alright? Tell us if a question is too much for you and we'll skip it, we don't want you guys to be uncomfortable while we're here."

Everyone nodded and, slowly, one by one, different agents disappeared into the briefing room to be interviewed. Spencer was called dead last.

"Spencer Reid, right?"
"Doctor, yes."
"Right, sorry. How old are you, Dr?"
"I'm 24."
"Uh huh. How long have you worked here?"
"Two years, three months, and sixteen days."
"Wow, you keep track well."
"Um, I actually have an eidetic memory. I remember the date that I joined and it's simple math from there."
"I guess so."

The interviewer looked impressed, which made Spencer happy.

"You said you were 24?"
"Yes, sir."
"How do you have a PhD?"
"I have three, actually. I graduated college when I was 16, so getting a PhD was fairly easy from there. I have three BAs, as well."
"Wow. Um, what are they in?"
"Um, the PhD's are in mathematics, biology, and engineering whereas the BA's are in psychology, sociology, and philosophy. I considered getting one in classic literature, but I had already read and analyzed all the material before I even got to college so I didn't see the need."
"That's incredibly impressive. Why did you get so many degrees?"
"I had a lot of free time and, to be honest, I wanted to be taken seriously."
"I'm sure. Anyone looking at you during a case would certainly underestimate you."
"I suppose, but it doesn't get in the way of my work."

Reid nodded a bit, taking a sip of his coffee. It felt nice to be interviewed by someone who didn't have the preconceived notions that everyone else in the office did.

"You're a profiler, right?"
"Yes. I study behavior and subtle movements, as well as graphology, geographic profiling, and statistics. As well as any topic they need me to research."
"So you can profile me right now?"
"Yes."
"Mind telling me a few things?"

The interviewer was teasing a little and Spencer nodded.

"Um, sure. You're biting your tongue, so you want to ask different questions most likely, you just aren't sure how to ask them. You've been fidgeting with your ring on your finger, so you're married, and your partner most likely does something dangerous, so you feel nervous coming into a place where people put their lives on the line already. Probably a first responder of sorts, possibly in the military and deported somewhere. You sit straight up but you glance at your cards while talking, so you're well educated and was most likely raised in a high class family, but you get anxious around people who do the jobs the general public is afraid to. There's no shame in it of course, this job isn't an easy one to stomach. The photos of the wall also add to the nervousness you feel because they're of murder scenes, but they don't make you repulsed, so you're an investigative reporter or journalist. You don't usually do ongoing criminal documentaries, do you? So this is probably a personal case."

The interviewer was astounded, a look of happy shock on his face.

"You- Wow, yea, you were right about everything. My husband is in the police force, I usually do documentaries on crimes that have already been solved or were let go years ago, and this case involves someone in my area. I do have questions I want to ask, but I don't quite know how to ask. You're incredible."
"It's part of the job and once you study it enough, you notice it everywhere."
"I'm sure. Do your teammates and you ever profile each other?"
"Only when we notice something is wrong."
"Like when?"
"If someone's having family issues, personal problems, any of it."
"Could you give an example?"
"Um.. Sure, I suppose. My relationship with my parents is complicated, and whenever something gets worse, Morgan or Hotch or someone will notice and ask me about it, check if I'm okay."

Reid purposefully said parents, not wanting to give away too much information. He couldn't deal with anyone sending him things. It wouldn't be a good idea to let anyone get access to his life.

"Could you elaborate?"
"I'm sorry, I don't want my personal life all over the news."
"That's perfectly okay, we can move on."
"Thank you."

The interview moved on as such, and Reid continued to carefully answer questions. He was asked a lot of surprisingly personal questions, and Reid declined to answer most of them. If a killer wanted to get Reid directly, he'd have to do it without using a weapon against him.

He was let go after a while and gladly went back to his desk, typing away hurriedly. He was tired of talking to people for the day and tired of seeing people. He wanted to go home.