Agent Nicks; Spencer Reid

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I looked at Spencer who was now sitting across from me and gave him a death glare.

"So how are you going to die?"

"Why did you read my personal writing."

"You didn't answer my que-"

I was cut short by the jet, yet again, shaking. I grabbed the arms of the seat. I pulled my knees up to my chest and continued to write.

"So you're scared of flying. Why are you scared of flying, my guess is family death."

"Do not profile me," I said in an angry tone.

I got up and went to bathroom, locking myself in. I sat for a second. I hate him. He's insensitive. My phone buzzed and I looked at it.

(xxx)-xxx-xxxx
- I'm sorry if I hit a nerve, can you come out of the bathroom?

Me
- how did you get my number?

(xxx)-xxx-xxxx
- Garcia

That little shit. Betrayed. I unlocked the bathroom and came out sitting down in a seat that no one was sitting by. Spencer moved over to my side and I started writing again.

Spencer:
- insensitive
- persistant
- rude
- no respect for others.

"You're writing aggressively, is it about me?"

"Yes."

"I'm sorry if a went too far, I'm Spencer as you know. I'm 23 and I have an eidetic memory."

- eidetic memory

I set my notebook down.

"Doesn't that mean you remember everything you read?"

He nodded.

"Please forget what you read."

"Can't, sorry."

The plane shook again.

"Happens quite often, it's nothing to worry about," Spencer said as I flinched slightly.

I grasped at my notebook which fell to the floor. I leaned down to pick it up under the table and, when I couldn’t reach it, came back up and hit my head.

“Ouch!’

“Careful, there’s a table there.”

“I noticed.”

I tried kicking my notebook with my foot to push it back to me, but just pushed it farther away.

“Could you, grab that for me?” I asked.

He lifted the table and grabbed the notebook.

“You can lift the table?”

I face palmed and looked at Spencer who started laughing again. He put the table back and lifted my notebook.

“Here you go.”

I snatched it from his hand and placed it safely on my lap. Morgan came and sat next to me.

“So, new girl, tell me about yourself.”

“I’m Carrie Nicks. I graduated from Wisconsin state and here I am.”

“Wisconsin girl, cutie little cheese maker.”

He lifted his headphones up.

“What kind of music do you like.”

“Anything really.”

“Anything specific?”

“Nope, little bit of everything. Also, I’ve never made cheese in my life.”

“But you’re from Wisconsin, you have to make cheese at least once a day.”

“You know, only 30% of Americas cheese is made in Wisconsin which is about 2 billion pounds of cheese every year. It produces the most amount of cheese, but still does only a relatively small portion,” I said.

“Statistics, statistics. You two should get along well,” Morgan said pointing towards Spencer.

Morgan moved back to where he was and put on his headphones. I took a book out of my bag and began reading it.

"I've read that. I like Evan's reaction to Nani's death."

I put the book down immediately and put my face in my hands. I didn't know Nani died.

"Oh wait have you not gotten to that part? Sorry."

I picked up my notebook and opened it up.

- book spoiler

I flipped to a new page and started writing again.

"You write a lot."

"I like to write."

"What do you write?"

"Poems mainly."

"What about."

"Depends."

"On?"

"What I want to write about."

"Can I see some."

I think for a moment. I flip back a few pages. They weren't new, but they weren't personal either. I flipped my notebook to only show two that he couldn't profile me on. I handed him the notebook and he opened it fully. I grabbed it back fixing it to only the two.

"Personal poems?" He asked.

"Not for you," I retorted.

~

We all went to the police department in separate vehicles. I rode with an officer alone.

"I like your hair," he said.

"Uh, thanks."

When we arrived I got out quickly. This guy kept checking me out in the chair. I had a bad feeling about him. I joined the group and distanced myself from the officer. Emily look at me a bit worried.

"What's up?" She asked.

"I have a bad feeling about the officer I was with."

"Don't worry I'll have Morgan ride with him."

I chuckled.

"Thanks."

We went inside and greeted the chief we were working with.

"Ok, Morgan and I will go to the last crime scene,
Spencer you go with Agent Nicks to the previous scene, Emily and JJ look through the evidence here. Meet back here in an hour."

Spencer and I were taken to the scene by a different officer. When we got there we went inside and looked around. I put on gloves and followed the footprints into the kitchen. He must've realised he was leaving them when he got to the counter because the ones on the tile we're wiped. On the counter was the phone charger, but no phone. In the report it said that phone was thrown at the wall and broke into 8 pieces. Personality 1 realised he had prints, wiped them, then came to the kitchen, thought about calling someone, then personality 2 got angry and threw the phone. The prints pick back up on the carpet and lead upstairs.

I went upstairs and found Reid in the bathroom. I followed the prints to the bedroom and found an earring sitting on a vanity table. Victim came home went upstairs and started taking off her Jewelry. How did she not hear the phone being thrown?

"Hey Reid?" I yelled out.

"Yeah?"

He came in looking confused.

"Unsub threw the phone downstairs before coming up here, how did she not hear it?"

"Hmm, maybe she was listening to something?"

"How, there's music discs, but no radio or laptop."

"Did he take it?"

"He's never taken anything why would he now?"