THE LIVING MYTH OF ZELDA SMITH | SPENCER REID
"YOU'RE A PUZZLE I CAN'T SOLVE."
"AND YOU NEVER WILL."
where spencer reid
runs into zelda smith
one too many times
and can't help himself
from trying to
figure her out.
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[CRIMINAL MINDS]
ACATALEPSY (n.) the impossibility of comprehending the universe
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SPENCER REID FELT a chill run down his spine when a gust of wind wisped his hair wildly.
He quickly tried to tuck the strand behind his ear but it was too short. The haircut was still fresh and he couldn't help himself from forgetting about it. In fact, the longer he looked at his mop of hair, the longer he couldn't help but not liking it.
"What the-" Spencer mumbled under his breath as he felt another chill. He quickly grabbed the scarf from his bag and wrapped it around his neck.
After all, he hated the coldness of winter and longed for the Las Vegas heat he grew up in.
Spencer sighed and shook his head. Now was not the time to be nostalgic. His long fingers unfurled themselves from his pocket to press the crosswalk button and he couldn't help but grinding his teeth at the thought of how dirty the contraption was. He waited patiently before the light changed and was able to cross the street.
Quantico, Virginia was a small area to live in. The population consisted of 524 people, 295 households, and 107 families living in the town. About 22.4% of families and 21.4% of the population were below the , including 39.4% of those under the age of 18.
He shook his head once more. Even his thoughts were starting to ramble off facts that he already knew.
Spencer glanced around and his eyes landed on his favorite coffee shop, which thankfully wasn't too far away from his work. He could never stand the metallic taste that the office coffee pot left in his mouth. Instead, he preferred to walk two blocks every morning for a fresh cup to take with him.
As he loomed under the sign of the coffee shop and grabbed at the door, Spencer felt quick tug at his arm pulling him away.
His eyebrows rose from the surprise until they landed on a young woman with a frantic face of worry. Her hands were gripping his forearm but immediately let go once she realized what she had done. Spencer, being the agent that he was, went into FBI mode and began to worry.
"Are you alright? Is something wrong?"
The woman's face turned bright red but couldn't help her body from the nervous shakes, "Hi. Can you pretend to be my husband for two minutes, please?"
"Wha-" Spencer's face riddled with confusion, even more than before. His eyes scanned the sidewalk, wondering if there was any kind of danger following the girl.
After all, he knew that this was a tactic many women used when they were being followed by someone or felt as though they were in danger. Perhaps she was in trouble and Spencer just happened to be there at the right moment.
He hesitantly nodded, "O-okay."
The woman gave him a sheepish smile before looping her arm around his and dragging him into a bakery that was two stores down the coffee shop. Once inside, the undeniable smell of sugar hit him like a wave but Spencer paid no attention to it. Instead he was too busy looking around and analyzing what whatever threat was coming his way.
