Herro my wolfinators! Hope you enjoy the chapter I think I'll post a new story?! tell me in the comments if you think I should do that... It's my own story, no fandoms all through my imagination and I'm excited to get feedback on it... if I post it... yeah, Bye for now my wolfinators, NOW STORY COMMENCE! ENJOY!
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I imediately took in my surroundings memorizing every inch of the place because of my photographic memory. I walked right up to the front desk hoping to look confident.
"Hello how may I help you?"
As soon as I tried to talk the confidence left immediately,
"I-I'd like to try out for a job."
the receptionist raised an eyebrow.
She sighs and says,
"I'll schedule an appointment with agent Hotchner see what he wants to do with you." She mumbles to herself, yet I could hear every word
"Go sit down I'll send someone down to 'see what your made of '. I knew she was being sarcastic I honestly felt offended. Even though I'm 15 and skinny I'm great with a dagger, I also have a Masters degree in Crimonology, History, Human Behavior, Law and a few others that I can't name I can also speak greek.
So I may have Dyslexia and ADHD but that only makes me better! I wanted to talk to Clarisse see if she's holding up and tell her how my plans working out. I know she's holding up she's a daughter of Ares! But still, I miss her. I wonder how Sammy and Dean are doing. Gosh I feel so alone now. I decided to listen in on the recpetionists conversation,
"Agent Hotchner I have a child estimated about 10 asking for a job can you come out here and handle this please?" She says in a snobby voice.
'HEY! I may be small for my age but I'm not 10!' I can't help but think to myself.
I hear mumbling on the other side of the line and then it just stops. He or she must have hung up, A few minutes later I see someone in a fancy suit appear from behind a corner. He looks about 25-40 longish black hair thats parted near his right ear his hair flowing to the left and his eyes a harsh dark brown. He walks up to the receptionist and they have some chit chat and after awhile the receptionist points in my direction. at that specific moment I decided to come up with a fake last name. I thought about bobbies stories of other hunters and thought of Bobbies friend Diana, She used to be a hunter but retired to be a college proffesor. Her son soon found out she had paranoia schitefrania and was sent to a shelter on his eiteenth birthday... but what was her last name? Come on Spencer think! ....... REID! Yeah! That was it Reid! I like to read why not I'll be known as Spencer Reid from now on to these people.
"Hello." Agent Hotch says.
"Hi." I say nervously
"Come on I'll take you to my office. We can talk there."
"Alright."
It was silent until we reached the elavator I decided to break the silence and make sure i wasn't trusting a serial killer and slash or monster/shapeshifter.
"So your Agent Hotchner?" I ask
"Yes I am." I nod examining him carefully. I could detect no lies.
Did I also mention I mastered monster psycology? Meaning I can tell when monsters lie and their next move. I did the same for Humans. I could tell him the human part but NOT the monster part. I'm prepared to lie to these people but i guess i didn't notice how much i actually had to lie to them.
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Spencer Reid's secrets
FanficI walked into the station in Virginia heading up to he FBI level like any other day trying not to think of my demigod life, see I'm kinda a son of Athena, and my real last name isn't Reid it's Winchester, yeah this is how it worked,