reunited hearts {SPENCER REID}

ONE

oakland, CA
Mallory

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I sat in my classroom, staring at the email that sat in front of me. It's a job offer in Quantico, Virginia. A place I haven't been too...in a very long time.

I have someone important there, a very important person. I haven't talked to him in months, and it's not because we're on bad terms or anything, we've just been really busy.

I miss him, I do. I hope he's doing well, and if I take this job offer I may see him again. I would love too, rekindle what we used to have; make everything real again.

I looked at the time, seeing it was already late. I stayed back to grade test, and so I didn't have to go home yet. I get lonely sometimes, I try not to but it just happens.

I sighed while packing everything up, slowly but surely. I don't know what to do about the offer, if I even wanna accept it. I love being in my hometown, teaching these kids, giving them a teacher they all deserve.

But I wanna go back home, my home.

I walked out of the class, closing the door behind me. "Late nights?" I heard, looking to the side and seeing Mr. Johnson; the janitor. Every time I stay late he's always here, making sure I get to my car safely. He's a sweet older man, I adore him the most.

"As always, I'm heading home now. You be safe Mr. Johnson, I'll see you tomorrow." I smiled, and he smiled and nodded then continued mopping the floors.

If I was to take this offer, I would miss him the most. All of my co-workers are great, don't get me wrong, but they're not as nice and commutative as him.

Which, I guess gives me more reasons to take this offer. The biggest thing that's holding me back is the kids, my kids. They all say I'm their favorite teacher, even some of the students that aren't in my class.

I try to make my kids day fun, try to give them someone they can communicate with and talk to. Give them a safe place where they can be themselves unapologetically, and have a room where they know nothing can happen to them.

Their lives are already hard enough, why would I be the person to make it harder.

I got to my car, sighing as I sat my bag down in the passenger seat and closing my door. I looked over at my phone, contemplating multiple actions.

I wanna call him, see how he's doing, but if he's working i don't want to take a risk. I tapped my steering wheel, licking my lips and shaking my leg. The nerves are there, definitely. What if he doesn't want to talk to me, or can't be bothered by it.

I know he's not like that though, and I know im just probably over thinking it. But for some reason, something inside of me, is telling to reach out. I don't know why, or for what, or what im even gonna say, but it feels like i need too.

I grabbed my phone, quickly pulling up his contact. I don't even know if he's on a case, I hope when he does answer he's not on the field. I pray he isn't, I'd feel bad if he was.

I sighed, then hesitantly clicked the call button. Okay, here we go.

I put it to my ear, sighing while closing my eyes. I want him to pick up, but another side of me doesn't want him too. I slightly gasped as the ringing stopped, signaling he picked up.

"Sorry, I can't come to the phone right now. Just leave a message and I'll get back to you soon!" His voicemail rang, and I sighed while closing my eyes. Shit, I should've known. The voicemail recording started, and i softly smiled.

"Hey Spencie, I-I was just calling to see how you were doing! Sorry i haven't reached out in awhile, teacher life is very busy. But, I know you are too. Anyways, I-I wanna talk to you about something, I'm debating whether i should do it or not. Your wise words would definitely help with that, considering your the person who persuaded me to take the job here in Oakland." I smiled, then softly sighed and rubbed my forehead.

"I-I miss you, more recently then ever. It would be good to hear your voice, so just call me back when you can. Go kick some serial killer ass, Walt. Love you, hope to hear from you soon." I smiled, then pulled the phone away and slowly hung up.

I threw my head back, sighing while closing my eyes. I should've known he wasn't gonna answer, but it's okay! I hope he calls back soon, or at all. I really do wanna hear his voice again, listen to his soft and wise words. That's what i miss the most about him, he can go on and on about the most random facts.

Some people get annoyed, but i love it. I always learn new things, even though we went to the same collage at the same age. But, he was always able to hold onto the knowledge better then i could.

He was the Las Vegas prodigy while I was the Oakland one, we were an amazing duo. We took care of each other while we were at MIT, he definitely needed it the most. I would always protect him from the jealous bully's, help him out with his mom when I could.

I miss Diane as well, she was always so sweet to me. She loved when we got married, said even though we're young we were right for each other. But, without telling her, we only married each other for benefits and insurance.

I was in a really bad car accident in college, and it almost took my life. With the insurance from my mother and his, it helped a whole lot. Saved my life and bank account, and if anything was to happen to him it would save his as well.

I looked back down as my phone rang, furrowing my eyebrows as an unknown number from Texas came through. What the hell? Who would be calling me this late?

I hesitantly answered, then brought it to my ear. "Hello? Who is this?" I asked, turning my car on and slowly pulling off.

"Hi, is this Mallory Reid?" I heard, my heart dropping to my stomach. I have a feeling this isn't gonna be good, at all. Something in my stomach is telling me it's not, i don't like this.

"Uh, y-yes this is she. Is everything okay? What's going on?" I asked, sitting straight as I got to the red light.

"Ma'am, your husbands been admitted to us about twenty minutes ago. He was shot in the neck while on a case, he's currently in surgery. I'm not sure his status right now, I'm sorry." The lady said, and i gasped while quickly slamming on the breaks. "He's at Seymour Hospital in Seymour, Texas."

Wait, what? Fuck.

"Okay, I'm on my way."

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