countless encounters || spencer reid

t w o // black ink

When Spencer reached the bullpen, he postponed getting himself a cup of much needed coffee and sat down at his desk.

He was the first one to be here, which wasn't unusual if Hotch had been there already, because he basically lived in the bureau and was always there before anyone else was. But there was no sight of him today.

Spencer constructed a wall of case files, so that it looked like he was working. But instead of doing just that, he got out the journal and placed it in front of him on the desk.

The black leather that covered the simple journal looked soft and it looked like it was filled with tons of words; thoughts, feelings, stories, information about her.

He wondered how she could have left it behind, was it not of great value for her?

The small leather strap that kept the journal closed was loosened by his hands, quicker than he could comprehend.

Spencer was eager to find out anything about her, and was sure that he would since he expected the item to be full with neat writing.

He carefully opened it to reveal the front page. There were some lines written in a nearly unreadable writing, as if she quickly jotted them down without any thought.

The black ink also looked smeared, and he noticed then that it had become wet at some point, hence why it looked used.

The paper was crinkled and there were some ink blots in the bottom right corner which had seeped through the other pages.

He quickly skipped through the rest of the book only to find that all the other pages were empty. Spencer was beyond disappointed.

learn from the sea in winter
freezing :

protecting the ground on the surface
with a mirror.

-v

Was it even her journal? It must be because of the 'v' and because it wasn't there before, right?

Her name must start with a V then, right? But it could also be a 5.

Was it her name or the name of someone else or the number?
If it was the number what could it stand for? And if it was a name, which name was it?

What was the poem supposed to mean?

Did she want to be protected?

Was she in danger and did she need help?

Is that why she left the journal behind?

Did she want me to find it or has she simply forgotten it?

Spencer was alarmed when he felt two strong hands on his shoulders.

"What are you studying there, pretty boy?", a familiar voice asked, chuckling at Spencer not having noticed him.

He quickly shut the mysterious book, letting it slip back into his satchel. When it disappeared in there, he turned around on his chair, facing Morgan who furrowed an eyebrow at his unusual behaviour.

"Uh- I was just writing a letter to my mom.", Spencer spoke, having chosen his words carefully to not arouse his interest.
He found the journal- it wasn't even his, this writing was probably very personal, even if it were just four simple lines.
He didn't plan on telling anyone about it.

If she chose to leave it there for him to find she probably didn't want anyone else to read what was written inside, or did she?

But what if she didn't even intend anyone to read it?

Spencer suddenly felt guilty for having looked inside this journal, he felt guilty for staring at her and for having looked into her eyes so deeply, for thinking about her even though he didn't even know her.

He felt oddly attracted to this piece of writing though, drawn in deeply by her. He wanted to know her name, no, I needed to know her.

"Reid, are you coming then?", Morgan asked, already walking in the direction of the conference room.

"Sure. But go ahead. I have to grab a coffee on my way.", He mumbled, not sure if Morgan could understand what he was saying.

"Alright. And don't forget to take off your heavy coat, it's not even winter yet. How can you be dressed like that when I'm sweating in this", he laughed, pointing to his tight shirt, that showed off his muscles.

He scoffed at himself and took off his coat, had he been so deep in thought?

Spencer carried it under his arm and made his way to the coffee machine, grabbing a to-go cup and pressing some buttons. A small red light lit up and soon enough there was hot coffee coming out of the machine, dripping into his cup and the great smell filled his nostrils.

He took a sip and went to join the others in the conference room.

"Hey Reid.", his teammates greeted him as he took in his usual seat.

"Hey guys.", He smiled, placing his coffee on the table after taking another sip. He then flipped through the case file before Garcia enthusiastically pranced into the room on her high shoes.

"Howdy friends. You're taking the jet to the lone star state. There have been two abandoned children in Austin, Texas. The siblings Casey and Thomas Benson, nine and thirteen years old went missing yesterday at   .    .    .   .    .  "

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A/N: so I'll definitely update this story every now and then. I wanted to promise you an updating schedule and everything but then I thought it would be nicer to just update as often as I can :)