Up in Flames | Spencer Reid x Reader |

Chapter 3

Chapter 3: The Nagging Voice of the Rascal

Casha snapped her fingers before your eyes. You blinked rapidly, finally cluing into your environment. You were certainly not in your best mood today. And reasons were still unknown. "Are you listening to me?"

You were silent, till you raised your gaze to meet the woman's orbs. "What?"

"Oh my god." She cursed a few words under her breath. "I swear! Your listening skills are below sea level."

"I'm sorry— I really am. My head is really not in the right place."

"What happened?" She asked. Her voice was coy and cunning, "Last night's one night stand didn't work for you?"

"Kind of, I guess." You chuckled half- heartedly.

"Well, try not to keep this us. Mraz is keeping keen eyes on people in our department. Apparently, a few files he'd been searching for have been going poof! Suspicion is spreading like wildfire."

"I hear ya." You muttered, heaving a sigh. You snatched your shoulder bag, which was obviously heavier than before.

"You're leaving, already?"

"Yeah, yeah." You answered in a daze, eyes barely rising to meet the woman's. "Funny thing— I was getting into my car last night after I headed to my regular. My brother calls me and told me that mama checked with specialists to find a bloody hole in her heart."

"Shit." Casha's eyes widened. "How the hell is that funny?"

You pried your lips open to speak but a voice kept mocking you in your mind. A rambling voice that was dense with knowledge, you could recall. It haunted you all through the night. But more than the type of haunting you usually get, it was more like the conscious you never had. Like a chip on your shoulder that was growing minute by minute. "Someone last night was convincing me that I should spend more time with anyone other than strangers. I barely gave an ear and this is what happened."

"She needs surgery, right?"

"Yeah, I deposited some cash to papa's account. Hopefully, it's enough. I just wish I was there with her..."

"Why don't you go then?"

You bit your lower lip, "I would. But going to Canada won't be easy. I have bad blood with a few of my relatives and the whole idea of being around people I know again... Jesus, I have no clue."

Casha nodded, seizing her coat in thought, "I'm sure you'll figure everything out. Besides, your brother and his wife are there to help too, right?"

"Yah, I guess so..." You muttered, heading out the doors. You paused, the voice returning to your head again. It was vivid and nagging. Things never last forever, so it's wiser to phase yourself into the more important things in your life.
You shut your eyes and heaved a sigh, turning on your heels. Casha quirked a brow at you as you glanced at her with discoursing eyes. "With all that's been happening... I'm starting to think I should spend a little bit more time with people. Can I still come for diner sometime or have you've thrown away that invitation?"

"Are you serious?"

"Tomorrow night sound okay to you?"

The blonde's face lit up with enthusiasm and gayness, "Yeah! Definitely! You are absolutely welcome."

"Perfect," you beamed. "But one condition though."

She squared her jaw, "What's that?"

You smirked devilishly. "Please make sure you don't cook..."