countless encounters || spencer reid

o n e // pilot

Spencer searched for a free seat in the overfilled, sticky metro. He made his way past a lot of occupied sitting spaces, all kinds of people regarded him while he did so;
Laughing children on their way to school- amongst them little girls with pigtails and boys with lots of gaps between their teeth, stressed businessmen and -women with crinkles between their brows and briefcases on their laps who wore suits and held a mobile phone like it was stuck on to their ear, the keen elderly who smiled at him since they saw him pass them every morning, the grumpy, fatigue adolescents who nearly always sat on the window-seats and wore headphones even though one could still hear their music as if they played it out loud..

However he found an empty seating corner and sat down, placing his satchel on the free place beside him and looked out the window like a lot of people do.

It was a foggy morning with a chance of rain but he couldn't see if this was proven correct due to the fact that he was sitting in an underground train. So Spencer became bored and instead decided to observe the opening and closing of the doors and all the different human beings that streamed in and out of the subway.

The children would walk into their classes when they got off, accompanied either by their classmates or holding the hands of their parents who would greet their children's teachers with a wave of their free hands and a smile before wishing their kids an eventful school day, the business people would leave to enter glass elevators that brought them to one of the highest stories where they would have to do tiresome paperwork only to be shouted at by their bosses (if they themselves were not the boss who sat at his desk contemplating the possible outcomes of hard decisions), the elderly would probably meet their grandchildren after they managed to cook something tasty and ask them how their day was to tell them a story of when they were their age and the adolescents went to high school or university where they had to listen to what the teachers said and do exercises only to come home and have to listen to what their parents say and do even more exercises. He would love to change positions with one of them.

He decided to let them live their lives and fished an old book out of his bag. He turned to page 216 where he had left off just before he went to catch the metro this morning, quickly taking in every word. 250,300,350 Spencer skipped and scanned the pages quickly and finished reading the book in under twenty minutes.

Spencer just had about 4 stations left until he reached his stop, until he could walk into the Behavioural Analysis Unit of the FBI and fix himself his third warm coffee today with extra sugar before having to go into the conference room to fly somewhere and help catch someone who did atrocious things to children, parents, businessmen and -women, elderly, adolescents, just everyone.

When he looked up he saw that someone had taken in the seat opposite of him.

He found glistening grey-greenish, tired eyes looking back at him, it was like they reflected a part of himself, the bags under her eyes showing how exhausted she must be. Spencer liked that she didn't feel the need to cover them up like most people nowadays did. But at the same time her eyes were bright, welcoming and warm.

Brown hair, darker than his own, framed her pale, young face. The tips looked brighter though, as if they were kissed by yellow sunlight. She must've been about his age.

Her cheeks were rosy, like her lips, probably due to the cold weather outside. She wore a light brown jacket that was too big for her and a claret scarf was loosely tied around her neck. There was a hole in her black pants right on her left knee.

Spencer observed how she rolled up her sleeves before she moved her scrawny fingers through her tangled hair.

She had a small tattoo on the outside of her hand, it looked like the letter 'v', and she played with one of her many rings. It was a thin, silver ring on her middle finger. She looked so familiar but he was sure that he had never seen her before.

He was so lost in exploring her features with awe of their strange, unusual beauty that he didn't notice how he was staring at her and that he missed his stop.

But then she stood up and disappeared through the door, her wine-coloured converse meeting the ground of the station outside the subway. Spencer looked back at the now empty seat she had occupied and noticed an old looking, abandoned journal.

He took it into his hand and threw his satchel around his shoulder with the other one, getting up to exit as well.

"You forgot something-", He spoke, more to himself, when he was met by loads of people running around to get into the different means of transportation outside. There was no sight of her in the mass of bodies.

Spencer eyed the journal once again before opening his satchel and putting it in there.

Then he climbed up the stairs to walk back the single station he didn't need to pass in order to get to work.

It began drizzling so he rummaged around to find his umbrella. He opened it and walked to work, evading the puddles of the now heavy rain, thinking about what her tattoo could've meant, her image still present in his mind. Looking forward to explore the journal somewhere safe and secret.

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A|N :
hi. :) first of all, thanks for reading. Since my first story is nearly finished (there is just one chapter left) and since I have a lot of ideas for new stories I decided to write and publish the first chapter of my near future-works so that you can vote in the comments which one I should update/finish first. I thought that I could write like two stories at the same time and then, after finishing them, do the others? Anyway, hope you liked the first chapter of 'countless encounters'