Dropped| s.reid

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Brine's POV

"Want some coffee with that sugar Doc?" I asked, Reid then looked up at me with wild eyes. He sipped his coffee quietly, what had he wanted from me? Why had he asked me to come get coffee with him? It wasn't like Reid to be this bold. Usually he was stammering and sweating but here he seemed calm. Like he was in his element.

"I-" He stopped while looking down at his coffee. "I don't know what to say." Reid laughed out and I gave him a half smile that he didn't even see be said he was looking at the swirling coffee in his cup.

"Okay. Then I will." I said. He finally glanced up at me for a moment before looking to his coffee again. Perhaps that if he stared at his coffee he would seem more calm. So I began to ramble.

"I was 15, when I came home from a sleep over from my high shook tack team. My parents weren't home, and there was a note saying they had business trips to go on. They worked together, it wasn't odd for them to go away. But the note wasn't my fathers had writings or my moms. They usually called." I then paused looking around. Licking my lips before drinking more of my coffee.

"And?" Reid asked as if he was telling me to continue. That he was wanted me too. He was willing to listen. Something a lot of people aren't willing to do.

"I told the police but they-they claimed that there was no case. I was a 15 year old girl whose parents forgot to tell her that they were leaving." I shook my head. "Then they're bodies came up. Each of there left hands with there rings." I tried not to flinch or let my voice crack but I failed. "So I looked into it, I had always wanted to help people. That's when I decided officially that I was going to work for the FBI. I worked that case day and night for 12 days. Then I found it." I finished. A small smile rose to my face for a moment.

Reid then looked confused. I really wished I had picked a different story to tell Reid. He sipped his coffee, his legs crossed making his body look smaller and him taller. But he didn't ask me to continue.

"A small note was in the folds of the box the hands were in." I closed my eyes. I could still see the hands. "It was a place. It meet. I took a swat team with me." I then shook my head. "They didn't want to me go in, oh but I did." I growled. My hands clenched. "I shot that asshole in the shoulder."

"What?" Reid asked me. Looking up at me for a small moment. I swallowed looking at him with nod.

"I shot him, putting him the hospital for two weeks actually." I continued nodding. Reid then looked scared, was it of me? I felt my body run cold. "I'm- I'm sorry I didn't mean to- to scare you." I stammered almost standing up. Then Reid reached his hand up to grab my wrist.

"No." He said. Shaking his head to me. "Stay." Reid whispered, I slowly sat down again. Reid's hands were shaking. He seemed like he was going to now tell me something. Like he was going to tell me a story of his own that he felt he needed to tell me. "I was ten when my father left my mother and I." Reid then swallowed the last if his coffee. "My mother got worse after he left, now she's a paranoid schizophrenic, I had her admitted when I was 18." He finished his eyes swelling with tears. My heart clenched.

"Reid-"

"This one case I was with Hotch, they had just taken my gun away actually. We were at gun point with this psych so Hotch tells him that he wanted to kill me." My blood ran cold. "That I had been getting on his nerves for 3 years and that if we were going to die he wanted to be the one to kill me." I blinked I was so confused. Hotch? "Do he starts kicking me, I pulled the gun from his boot- and shot the unsub in the head." I smiled.

"Reid-"

"I was aiming for his foot." I then burst into a laugher. Reid did too. We both laughed. "Then later he apologized and my words to him were and I quote-"

I liked watching Reid. I wasn't sure what had happened to him over his whole life. He always talked with his hands when he wasn't drinking his coffee, or even spilt his coffee while talking with his hands. I often let him ramble so I could watch him, it seemed weird that I did this but I guess it would be worse that I was a profiler.

" 'Hotch I was a 12 year old child prodigy in a Los Vegas public school- you kick like a 9 year old girl.' "

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