Luke Alvez And Spencer Reid One Shots

25. Rewrite The Stars

You know I want you
It's not a secret I try to hide
I know you want me
So don't keep sayin' our hands are tied
You claim it's not in the cards
And fate is pullin' you miles away
And out of reach from me
But you're here in my heart
So who can stop me if I decide
That you're my destiny?

What if we rewrite the stars?
Say you were made to be mine
Nothing could keep us apart
You'd be the one I was meant to find
It's up to you, and it's up to me
No one can say what we get to be
So why don't we rewrite the stars?
Maybe the world could be ours
Tonight

You think it's easy
You think I don't wanna run to you
But there are mountains
And there are doors that we can't walk through
I know you're wondering why because we're able to be
Just you and me within these walls
But when we go outside, you're gonna wake up and see
That it was hopeless after all
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Spencer Reid was about to get bored with his days off. His bosses push him down to take some days to clear up his mind and rest. He practically begged Emily to give him at least something he can work on while he stays at home.

Feeling bad for him, Emily gave one of the cold cases she got from her desk.

"Only one?" He grumbled

"Take it or leave it, kid"

"Alright, I'll take it. Bye guys!" He walked out of the office and went home. His hands were itchy to get started with the case but upon remembering he only started his holiday a few hours ago, he put the file in his bed and went out for a while.

Sitting down in a park with a cup of coffee and watching the people around him. Thinking about what kind of past they had, what kind of job they had. He watched them closely one by one, the chance one of them is a serial killer is kinda 50-50 though, but then he shoved it all, it's his days off, he should rest his brain from any work-related thoughts. He opened the first page of his book and started to read. As a person who can read 20.000 words per minute, he was nearly in the middle of that thick book in just a couple of minutes.

"You need to slow down if you want to enjoy the book"

A soft voice shifts his attention from the book and he turns his head to his left. A young woman sat next to him, watching him and sip something from her paper cup. And his guess is hot chocolate.

"You read so fast, don't you feel dizzy by doing it?" She asked him, "oh I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you, I'm curious, that's all" she apologised quickly when she realized he was a bit upset by her interruption.

"I could read 20.000 words per minutes that's why I read so fast" he explained while closing his book, "and I have a very good memory too"