Finally, Someone Who Understands (Criminal Minds Fanfiction)

I'm Not the Killer

I sat on the passenger side to young Dr. Spencer Reid's, or at least one of the team's SUVs. Laura had barely made it through the coffee experience, so I really didn't know how well she was taking to riding in a 'strangers' car.

Dr. Reid just looked straight ahead. His short-medium length hair actually complemented him very well. His deep brown eyes were almost that of a puppy. His cheeks looked sad and sunken, as if he had lost someone as well. He wasn't at all muscular. Bony, was more of the correct term. I mean, what grown man is that skinny? This man apparently..

I knew that feeling after you've lost someone, so I could read him like an open book. She was mostly held somewhere with him. Another jealous, yet so deadly, female. Maybe the one who he loved was shot and he was there, watching in terror. He tried to save her, his eyes could've easily told you that. Maybe even the team was there, trying to save her as well. They were too late, or maybe no one took the shot, if they had one, to kill the gunman. Maybe they both died and Spencer was still grieving. Lets find out.

"What was her name?" I looked over at him, studying his reaction.

"What name?" He looked at me but his eyes darted furiously back to the road.

"The girl that you loved. I can tell by the look your eyes. What's her name?"

"Maeve."

"Pretty name. Do you still see her?"

"Not really.. Not much anymore these days."

"Why is that? Strain of the job?"

"You could say that."

"Agent," I paused and let him try and predict what I was going to say. He couldn't, "She's dead, isn't she?"

He stared at the road, his cheeks growing paler and his eyes growing sadder than they were before. "How did you know?"

"I may only work for the city, but that doesn't mean I can't tell depression when I see it."

"How long did you serve?"

"Excuse me?"

"You said you only worked for the city. San Diego is a pretty big city and has a lot of bad people in it and well, you're a 20-something year old girl who is acting as f this coil be the middle of no where."

"I'm 27. And 2 tours. That's how long."

"I figured. Why did they send you back?"

"They said I had small symptoms of Post Traumatic Stress."

"And you can tell signs of depression. I can tell signs of a soldier."

We rode the rest of the way in silence, only stealing glances at each other whenever we could. After all of that, I suddenly felt very self-conscious about myself. I didn't like this guy, did I? I don't think I did. Well, obviously not for muscles. Maybe it was for the way he understood people. Maybe it was the way he could tell what was going on when maybe even they don't know it. Maybe.

Laura didn't take long to shower up and change. I asked that if instead of coming back to work with me, if she wanted to go to her friends house next door. She very happily agreed.

When Reid and I arrived back at the station, we got some pretty weird looks from everybody in the office. I don't blame them. For everyone who knew me, they couldn't picture me with a guy like Reid or me actually riding in a car at all. Both I had done a little bit of today.

My team and the FBI guys and ladies were all sitting around one desk talking to someone. Reid and I approached, hoping not to raise suspicion or waste anymore time than we already had. They appeared to be talking to their technical analyst, whose name I found out was Garcia. I didn't even need a first name to know who it was. Penelope Garcia.

The 2 of us were practically inseparable in high school, even though he was a little bit older. We had the same interests in almost everything. Music, fashion, and TV. We had totally different tastes in boys back then and we still do now. Hence why she likes Derek Morgan and I may or may not like this Dr. Reid guy. Although she did find Kevin. That bright some normality to her life. But she isn't normal at all. That's why we were such good friends.

I poked my head above everyone else's shoulder, realizing that they were standing around my desk which I really needed to get to at the moment. I pushed through everyone else and sat down in my spinny and rolly chair, I now faced the computer screen. It took her a minute to recognize me after all these years but she finally did. And when she did, she

wouldn't shut up about it. That's why I loved her.

She knew I always hated being the center of attention. So just to spite me, she would say I would've done something so cool you couldn't believe. Then I would be talked about for weeks at a time. I knew it was only a joke but to everyone else, it was all true. We would just always laugh about it later.

Reid and Morgan stood behind me. Morgan must've gotten the idea thatcsomething was going because he seperated himself from the rest of us once Garcia went offline. We all looked at him, not knowing what he was saying. Maybe he was asking her about me and Reid. It had been years but I still told her everything.

~Morgan's P.O.V.~

"Momma, what ars you sayin'? "

"What I'm saying is, that Daniels girl? Yeah. She was my best friend and she told me something that I want to tell you but she made me swear not to say anything."

I paused a beat, taking all that in. I knew she would eventually say something. I knew she joked when she said she hated profilers but she would've told me something if she thought it was important.

"Garci, is it about Reid?"

"What?! No. Maybe. Okay fine. Yes. Did I mention that I hate profilers?"

"I think you did babygirl."

"Is that it?"

"Yeah. I'll find out though."

"I know you will moname but you didn't hear anything from me."

"Promise darling."

"Garcia out." After that, she hung up.

So something was about Reid. Garcia wouldn't tell me but I had a thought. If it was about Dani and Reid then maybe there was something going between them. Who knew?

More like who would've known?