Justice before Blood ~ A Criminal Minds FanFiction Series ~ COMPLETED

*Jokes*

Happiness can be pricey, whether if it's the one you love or the ones that ruin the happiness for you. For example, my father ruin it for me and Spencer filled the open gap. I thought I would have never found someone who loves me back. Or anyone who would treat me right like a normal human. Especially, what happen. The pity in someone eyes is hard to take head on.

I close my eyes against the window and watch the rain drops fall leaving a beautiful picture. I begin to feel the heaviness of my eyelids and slowly fading into sleep to the purring sounds of the car.

I feel the bump entering the driveway but I didn't brother to open my eyes. I feel the car turn off and hear the car door open then shut. I sit up and open my eyes. I see Reid walking over to my side of the car. I smile and close my eyes once again.

I hear my door opening and feel someone grabbing me. The door shuts and I peak to see who it is. Reid.
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The loud sudden sound of thunder rattles me awake. I quickly try to stand up. Keyword try. I trip and fell off and the back of my head slams against the ground; sending a shock wave through me.

I grab the back of my head and groan in pain. "That's a wake up call." I mutter under my breath.

I manage to stand up after the 'painful wake up call'. I immediately notice I'm in my own house. I sigh as I put my work clothes on along with an FBI vest.  I cram my books along with files and my laptop in my bag and grab my 9mm from my dresser and slip it in my holster.

I run down my stairs into the kitchen. I turn my coffee pot on as I put the dry dishes away. I open the cabinet and groan as I notice all my cups have somehow mysteriously moved on the top self. I grab the sticky note hanging from the middle self.

-Have fun grabbing a cup,
                                     Spencer.

I smile and jump onto the counter. I reach for a cup in the cabinet and its still out of my reach. Great! I jump and grasp a cup in my reach. I pull it towards me and slam the door shut. I turn around and try to take a step down.

*SLAM*

"Agh!" I groan as I throw the broken glass out my hand. My hand starts to bleed as I get up off the ground.

Sometimes that boy has some hilarious jokes!

I grab a wet rag and hold it on my bleeding hand. I groan again as I did not want to get back on the counter. Fine. I got a better idea then falling off three feet from the ground. Humph.

Once the coffee is done. I turn the machine off and take the pot off it. I pour some of the coffee into the sink and grab the sugar off the island counter behind me. I put a couple of spoonfuls in it and stir it.

I take a sip from the pot.

"Still taste the same!" I said as I place the pot down. I didn't care if I'm taking a pot of coffee into work. I mean-who am I trying to impress? ....Don't answer that!

I walk into the second bathroom, downstairs where I am at and grab the first aid kid. I grab a white bandage and the medical tape. I wrap the bandage around my hand and tape it so it doesn't fall off. It looks like I'm about to fight in the UFC ring.