Trapped

Questions

I looked at the young man, taking in his eclectic style. I smiled at his choice in dinosaur socks, his khaki pants, an his so-ugly-it's-cute sweater vest. he had a light brown leather briefcase sitting on his lap, and a revolver strapped to his waist. I glanced between his face and the weapon. he eventually followed my gaze and swore as he unstrapped the holster, tossing it in the front seat.

"Spencer," I said timidly. "You shouldn't swear."

He smiled at me apologetically. "I'm sorry." he readjusted his briefcase on his lap. "can you tell me your name?" I stared at him blankly.

"You already know my name." he blinked at me in surprise.

"Why would you say that?"

I sighed. "you're part of the FBI. he warned me you were coming." I repositioned myself so I was sitting on my knees. I pressed my index and middle fingers against each of my temples.

"Judging by your breifcase, you've been in the BAU for several years. you are a stickler for organization, meaning you were an early graduator. you were in college before the other kids, weren't you? you hated the way they teased you, beating you up, making fun of your expanded brain. you remember everything, don't you? that's why you keep organized. so you can pull a file or paper out to prove yourself. you had a tough childhood, Dr. Reid."

Reid swallowed, staring at me with wide eyes. "h-how do you know t-that-?"

I smirked. "I observe the world. you boring people just see it." I lowered my hands.

"How's your mother?"

He looked like he had enough. "Caroline, how do you know this?"

I smiled in victory. "you do know my name!"

He rubbed the back of his neck, his cheeks flushed. "yes, I do. it's my job."

He paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts. "how did you know all that?" he asked me, his eyes filled with fear and wonder.

I shrugged. "it's just something I learned. he would come home and I could tell what beer he had and how many just by the way he walked. it could tell if he was upset about something by the way he-" my voice died down as I came to the point. I involuntarily shivered, and Spencer rubbed my arms gently.

"I know. I'm sorry it happened to you of all people."