countless encounters || spencer reid

s i x // figuring it out?

"It's so cold outside!", Charlie shrieked as soon as he stepped out of the door after Spencer did.

Charlie took the ends of his black scarf and twisted them tighter around his neck before buttoning up his big jean jacket.

"Violet, where's Alex?", he asked concerned as soon as he looked up, not being able to spot him beside her.

She turned around after seemingly wiping her eyes and spoke in a silent , quivering voice, that sent shivers down Spencer's spine, "He left, uh, to get something, I guess."

Charlie nodded knowingly and went to put a hand around her shoulder. He leaned in and whispered something into her ear that Spencer couldn't make out, before both of them turned back around to face him.

Violet's rosy lips moved. She smiled at him.

"Is everything.. I mean, are you.. Are you okay?", He asked her, making eye contact whilst he fiddled with his fingers nervously.

She nodded yes and Spencer felt his cheeks getting hot.

The sky was turning to a lighter blue now and the grey clouds let a few weak sunbeams through that landed on Violet and Charlie, making their skin seem paler and their eyes brighter than usual.

Charlie shielded his hand in front of his eyes, blended by the rays.

"So, what are you up to?", Spencer asked, eyeing the two friends, curiosity getting the best of him. He wanted to ask a ton more questions, but decided against it.

"You know, just painting the town red.", Charlie joked.

"Ah! I see!", Reid smiled amused, "well, tell me how your adventures went. As much as I want to come with you, I sadly have to go to work."

"Oh, that's a pity!", Charles rubbed the space between his brows, "but you'll come with us next time, right?"

"Absolutely.", He said, about to lift his hand to give them a wave as a goodbye.

Violet spoke up again, "May I ask where you work?"

"Oh-uh", He coughed awkwardly in an attempt to clear his throat before correctly answering her question, "I work for the Behavioural Analysis Unit." 

Her eyes went big, "That's so cool! I always wanted to become a profiler when I was a kid! My dad and I used to watch all these series and,.. yeah, anyway, that's really amazing!"

He nodded proudly before Charlie intervened in the conversation again, "Did you know that Violet actually studied psychology and criminology?", she looked to the ground, kicking at small nearby stones around with her shoes.

"But now I'm stuck at this lousy place.", she said, shrugging her shoulders and looking up again, only to show us the pout on her lips.

"Shouldn't have changed to English language and literature.", Charlie patted her shoulder, "it was your own decision a long time ago."

"I know.", she swatted his hand away and grinned.

"Have fun at work, Spencer.", Charlie waved, "we don't want you coming late now, do we?"

"See you around, Spencer.", Violet spoke.

"Bye.", He said, turning on his heel to walk the rest of the way to work.

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When he reached the bureau, the profiler bumped into Morgan, who told him that there were no new cases for them to take a look at.

He also told him that he was still seeing Savannah.

"She is totally meant for me, - we have so much in common it's incredible!", he says, a big toothless smile evident on his mouth.

"That is great, Morgan, I'm happy for both of you!", Reid congratulated him, patting him on the back.

"Thank you, genius." He said, walking away after having disposed a few files on to the staple on the other agents' desk in a very "discreet" way.

He sat down in his chair, quickly working through all the files whilst the others still had a lot on their desks, he walked through the bureau, taking about ten from every staple, working through them also.

When he finished, he played around with his pen, being quite bored.

Spencer fished out Violet's journal, leaving it closed. After staring at it for a few minutes, debating on whether or not he should take a look at the black ink again, he took out a piece of plain white paper from one of his drawers.

" learn from the see in winter

freezing :

protecting the ground on the surface

with a mirror

-V(iolet) "

He neatly wrote down those seventeen words, that he had easily memorised, leaving a lot of space between every line, so that he could analyse what she had written.

Spencer took another pen that was writing in a different colour, attempting to draw the imagery that was created in his mind due to those few simple words.

In order to do so, he closed his eyes and repeated the words over and over again, spinning around in his chair.

Suddenly he came to a halt, opening his eyes that met blue orbs, which belonged to none other than JJ.

"Maybe the mirror part is meant as the reflection of the character, but not the character of oneself.", she says as soon as their eyes meet, "Maybe the author means that he or she protects him or herself by reflecting the image of the one that looks at him or her, like a mirror, or like a frozen see does- when you look into it, you see your own image. There is a slight chance that the author wants to say that we have to adapt ourselves to our surroundings and hide our own feelings, thoughts, personality, -ourself-, in order to not break and to survive the impact other human beings, or in general, the world, has on us. A frozen surface cracks easily when you step on it, since it isn't able to hold all your weight, just if it's really really cold and frozen since a longer time, and a mirror also cracks when it slips from your hand.
But both of these things appear very strong and loadable. Plus, we're more likely to trust people who seem to have similarity to ourselves.", JJ tried, lifting a brow.

"I don't know, Spencer.", she continued, "did you write that?"

He had to blink a few times, having to get over everything she just said, before coming up with an answer.

"Uh, no, I saw it written on a wall in graffiti when I sat in the tram this morning, it somehow piqued  my interest."

She nodded, leaning over to read the little poem out loud, the words burning deeper into his brain, his heart felt like it would break through his ribcage anytime since it bet so rapidly, making him wonder i he had already fallen too deep for a girl he barely knew.

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A//N: I'm sad, and I can't seem to write the chapters as good as I imagine them to turn out, hence why I'm barely updating lately. I'm sorry if this is shitty, but it's just a filler. I promise that as soon as we reach the first break in this story, it will get pretty interesting.