Cynosure // Spencer Reid

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If I had to choose her or the sun, I'd be one nocturnal son of a gun- Cupid's chokehold, gym class heroes.

Sometimes the way our mind works is strange.
Nobody thinks exactly the same, and Dr Spencer Reid thinks very differently to me.
Perhaps, we think similarly, but are not the same.

Maybe I think like Spencer Reid, who is probably thinking of ways he could save the world without involving technology. Or wondering how he could use his IQ of 187, eidetic memory and ability to read 20,000 words per minute to do something life changing.

Or Alex Blake. Who is everyone's rock, when she is most likely dealing with her own problems.

Or Derek Morgan, who's strength is only shown physically and not emotionally.

Penelope Garcia, who may be thinking about coding, or other times thinking about how many dogs she could dye pink without being arrested because she wants them to look like unicorns.

Jennifer Jareau, who takes each opportunity to visit her kids as soon as she gets it.

David Rossi, who doesn't have much trust in anyone, but we all trust him.

Or Aaron Hotchner, who goes home to his girlfriend Beth and his son Jack. I know truly he still loves Haley, but too much has happened for him to even comprehend.

They are all good people, but even good people are capable of terrible things.
The bad people of the world used to be good, and we get taught how they could have become different to others.
Our minds are trained to understand these people, but how can I understand people who kill for enjoyment?

The job isn't as fun as it seems, but it's worth seeing children brought home to parents, or people finally being reunited.
But it just reminds me that there are more bad people to catch, and profile and understand.
I've only been doing this job a year, but I've gained more mental stability since I've worked here.

I love the job, but sometimes it's a pain.

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I flop down onto my bed, and turn on my left side. I reach for my phone and click 'call' on Spencer's contact. He picks up after a few rings, and mutters a soft hello.

"How did it go?" I ask, he knows that I'm asking about his weekly therapy sessions.
"My therapist is most likely now seeing a therapist, if that means anything. But, I'm finally feeling like I can move on from Maeve. I miss her so much, but how can I keep living like this when I know nothing will change?"

Maeve was Spencer's girlfriend for a while. She was the second case we investigated when I arrived at the BAU. She was shot infront of Spencer by her stalker, and he's been going to therapy for the last 11 months because of it.
I've called him every night, to make sure he isn't going through this alone.