My life as his Best Friend.

I stared straight ahead. My hands twisting the hospital sheets. The FBI came and talked to me but, it was a one sided conversation. I didn't respond to any attempt. I just saw my only family, my mom, get taken away by a psychopath. While I sat helpless. covered in my own blood from the cut he had made along my arm. Yeah, can be a bit traumitizing. Just a bit. Right now some blonde bimbo, who was supposed to be protecting me, was talking into her phone. She said she was from the BAU unit. I think she had said they analize people, or bad guys to get them? "Reid! Beieve me I know! I'll try to be there in a few. But you have to take over my shift here!.....Yeah.......Yeah......okay......Bye." I watched her out of the corner of my eye. Reid? Could it be the same Spencer Reid I knew? She looked at me closely. " My colluge, Spencer Reid, will be here soon. He's sorta a genius. He will be very quiet. He'll just read a few books, okay?" I made no attempt at responding. My best friend will be here soon! I am the only one smarter than him. I remember when we were kids and he told me of his gifts.

*Flash Back*

"Hey,Tessa?" I smiled at him. "Yeah?" he looked away uncomfortable. "I can tell you aything, Right?" I nodded and smiled again. He shifted. This must be big. " The reason I get bullied so much is because I'm in Highschool. I have an IQ of 187, an Identic memory, and I can read over 20,000 words a minute. I unterstand if you dont wanna be friends with me anymore. I'm just gonna leave." He rushed all that out in one breath and stood up,I stood and hugged him. "You wanna know something? The reason I'm homeschooled is because im in highschool too! But guess what?" he was grinning the smile he saved just for me. "What?" "I'm smarter!" He looked offended. "NU uh!" I elbowed him "Yep!"

*Flash back ends*

From that day on we were inseperable. Until the day I had to move away. Then, his mind took over and he forgot all about me. We were 12 when we met and 13 1/2 when we were seperated. I heard whispering from outside. They are bad whisperers. "She isn't in good mental health. You need to be careful. Anything that would remind her of the 'accident' will set her off. I gotta go. Good luck" Oh my god. I want to break that bimbo! I'm not a piece of China! I wont break at the slightest tap. The door opened. My best friend walked in. "My name is Spencer Reid. I'm with the Behavioral Annalysis Unit at the FBI. I'm just gonna sit here and read my book. I snorted. "The blonde bimbo already explained my whole day" I flashed some jazz hands. He regarded me curiously. "You dont like her?" I laughed outright "All she did was demand to know stuff, talk on her phone, and pace!" He chuckled. "Dont you do that! Chuckling is bad luck!" He began to laugh. "So do you know my name?" I ventured. I want to see his face! "Uh yeah? Tessa Jones...." he trailed off. I smirked and shook my head. "Look deeper. I changed my last name, and I used to have blonde hair!" He looked shocked, poor guy. He pulled out his cell. What is it with these people and their damned cell phones!!! "Talk to me!" Wow another chick? "Garcia I need you to dig deeper on Tessa. She told me she changed her last name....and hair color." The voice-er Garcia sighed. "Ok babycakes I'll call you when i get it." I snorted. "Dont you say it Tessa!" I burst out laughing. Forgeting the warning Spencer told me. "Babycakes?" He sighed and rubbed his face. He peeked pout of his fingers "Yes?" We burst out laughing. I sighed. I knew with Spencer i would be ok.

~Authors Note~

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We sat in silence for the next hour as 'babycakes' pretended to read his book. I examined him carefully. He hadn't changed a whole lot. He is still the skinny know-it-all that left. I struggled to stand and soon won the battle. I began to walk when he finally looked up. "Where are you going?" He squinted at me in confusion. I sighed " I'm hooked up to an I.v. and haven't gotten the chance before. I'm headed to the bathroom." I gestured to the door. His face flushed and he mumbled his apology. I dragged the god forsaken I.V. fluid behind me. When I was done I walked out to see the bimbo was back, and she brought friends. "Oh goody" I mumbled sarcastically. I studied the new people. The closest to me was another woman, about 6'2 with brown hair. She was on guard, she must be hiding something. In fact as I glance at them all everyone seems to be hiding something. I just sat back in my bed and waited for the pin to drop, as I continued on with my mental notes. The next person was black, tall and muscular. He appeared to be the most relaxed. Next to him was the bimbo, I have her covered. Then it was the person I was most interested in. He seemed to be the top of the food chain, for now. He had eyes that if you looked long enough, you might uncover all the hidden secrets there. I layed back satisfied with my curiosity for now. The brunette woman spoke first. " Tessa do you know this man" he hands moved toward Spencer. I rolled my eyes and nodded. She turned toward Spencer. "Did you know a girl named Tessa Wilson?" He looked in my eyes as realization dawned on him. " Tessa. I should have known. Oh my god Hannie." Hannie is the nickname he had given my mother Hannah. He looked me directly in the eyes. " I m going to catch this bastard if its the last thing I do" I believe him. I smiled. " Actually your not. Your off the case Reid"

~Authors Note~

First and foremost, I would like to send an apology to those fans that asked me to continue. I just got back on Wattpad after finally rembering my Password. Sorry for all the spelling errors of last chapter, I have tended to those as well! I have no idea where I am going with this so if you have ANY ideas whatsoever let me know and I will coordinate them in as best as possible! Happy Reading!

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He spluttered a bit and looked like he

was going to argue, but thought better of it. He resigned to glaring at the pristine tiles that were the hostpital floor. I shot him a sympathetic look that he didn't notice and turned to the brunette woman. " Now that we have settled that, how about some clothes?" It was then that everyone noticed I was in a hostpital gown with nothing under it. Spencers cheeks reddened and the men cleared out while the bimbo handed me a bag of clothes. I looked from the clothes to the sets of tubes in my arms and came to a decision. I tore them out and went to the bathroom to change. When I was fully dressed I walked out of the room. I looked down both halls and spotted the nurse station. With half the chipper squad behind me I went to the desk. "May I help you?" The woman asked. "Yes actually, my name is Tessa Jones in the room down the hall and my doctor cleared me to leave." I heard someone snort at the balant lie. The woman handed me a sheet of paper. "Sign here, and here and you will be free to go. Make sure you watch those liquid stitches, and if they get infected come straight back here. Other than that you should have no problems and the stitches will dissolve on their own." I signed where she had indicated to and mumbled my thanks. As soon as I got on the elevator a familiar face appeared in my mind. I made up a decision. I got out and ran to the nearest library. As soon as I got there I got on Google. Ah, Google. The international word for nosy. I typed in his name and a bunch of case references popped up. A few astonishing works here and there. Over all, it was Spencer. I checked his address and printed it out. Huh, who would have thought he would have lived so far out. Ah well. I gathered my things and headed for my house. I needed to say goodbye. I hailed a cab and in a letter of minutes I was at the studio apartment both my mother and I shared. I shook the lingering dark thoughts out of my head and started up the stairs. I took off the crime scene tape and stepped through. The horrible odor of bleach met me and I looked around. The broken glass was gone and the blood from the head wound I still have is just a stain in the tile floor. I walked around the horrifying scene and went straight to my room. I grabbed as much as I could and left the house one last time. Spencer would have to deal. That bastard is mine.

~Authors Note~

I know, I know. Too short. Sorry. I am so pumped about the new season. Not a fan of the new chick though. I got an amazing reply from my last update by my best fan. She has some great ideas and I hope she keeps them coming. I keep forgetting that I have fans. It is weird because I usually write to see where the story takes me but now I have you guys. I like it. You will begin to see more updates and plans beginning to form. Oh, yeah. Happy Halloween!!