Bella Snow was the light in Spencer Reid's dark world. Spencer Reid was the beauty Bella Snow tried so desperately to find in this cruel world. Together they held each other up, attempting to hold together the crumbling Earth.
To be in lo...
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"With your feet on the air and your head on the ground"
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May 18, 2002
Alistair closed up his case file and tossed it onto his desk before grabbing his car keys. He ran his fingers through his thick hair and eyed the file on his desk one last time. It was a case of a drug ring that Alistair investigated for a while, being able to make multiple arrests. The case felt complete, they were able to find kingpin and take him down.
"Going home already, Irvine?" an agent, Marissa Barron, asked from her desk next to him. She had dark black hair pulled back into a bun, dark brown eyes, and a chubby face. She smiled at him as he chuckled.
"It's 3 in the morning, we both should be going home," Alistair said.
Marissa held up a steaming cup of coffee, "Don't worry, I've got my poison."
"Go home, you did great work today," Alistair laughed. "You need to get some rest."
"I have to be here in 4 hours anyway, might as well stay and try to tackle this stack of paperwork."
"If you're staying, you should do mine as well."
"In your dreams, Irvine."
Alistair laughed and winked at her while grabbing his briefcase, "Goodnight, doll face."
"Goodnight, ass clown."
Turning on his heel, Alistair made a kissy face at her before she flipped him off. He laughed and turned back around, swinging his car keys on his finger.
"You look happy, Irvine," another agent, Jonah Campbell, commented as he took a sip of his coffee.
"I'm going home, how could I not be happy?" Alistair said. "My wife said she was making brownies, another reason to be happy."
"Let's hope your kids didn't eat them all."'
"Don't make me tear up!"
Jonah laughed, "Goodnight, Irvine!"
"Goodnight!"
Alistair pushed the front doors open and hurried off to his car, hopping inside and turning it on. He backed out as fast as he could, driving out onto the highway and towards home. He looked over at the radio, turning it on loudly to prevent him from falling asleep. He drummed on the wheel, singing along to the song on the radio.
Soon, he pulled into his driveway, all the lights in his house turned off. He turned the car off and jumped out, slamming the door shut and fishing for his house key in his pocket. He opened his front door and stepped inside, the familiar scent of lemon and pine filling his nostrils. He could smell the brownies in the kitchen.
