FREAKING OUT ² ➢ spencer reid

IX

"So, you need any help?" Luke asked.

I adjusted my phone to the other side of my face, brushing some hair behind my ear as I walked up the steps of the apartment building. "Not sure, just getting home now," I replied. I adjusted my bag over my shoulder and reached for the buzzer. I tapped my foot against the ground impatiently, clicking the button a couple of times before Issac let me in. "How was your day?"

"Eh, it was okay," he sighed, "did lots of beta testing, which was less than exciting, but things are slowly coming together." I walked up the stairs, listening to him chatter on about what he was working on. Apparently he was building some sort of RPG with lots of storylines and character development. According to him the game itself wasn't special, something he was doing to help out a friend, but it was work so he couldn't complain. "How was your day?" He eventually asked.

"Exciting," I responded. As I rounded the corner and walked down the hall I felt a shiver run up my spine. I stopped in my tracks, feeling my heartbeat quicken as I watched a set of doors down the hall immediately shut when I came into view. I narrowed my eyes, glancing around the hallway uncomfortably.

"Are you gonna tell me about it?" Luke laughed.

"Oh, uh, yeah" I turned my attention back to my phone, continuing my stride to the apartment. I opened the door, giving Issac a small wave as I walked over to the kitchen table and threw my stuff down. "My boss and I did some autopsies that provided some interesting results."

"Like?"

"If I told you I'd have to kill you," I smirked.

"I thought you weren't an FBI agent anymore?"

"Doesn't mean I don't still have to keep their secrets," I retorted sly.

"Who are you talking to?" Issac grumbled. He was sitting on the couch eating cereal again, this time in a bowl with milk. He furrowed his brow in my direction.

I covered the mouthpiece of the phone. "Luke. Can I steal your car again?"

"Why?"

"He said I can move in." I smiled.

"Do you want help?"

I nodded, turning my attention back to Luke who was going off about how the government should be a bit more lenient with their secrets. "If you knew everything the government did without your knowledge you'd want to bleach your eyes." I responded.

"Doesn't mean I'm not still curious."

"Yeah, well, curiosity did kill the cat, so..."

He laughed.

"Hey, Issac said he'll help. We'll be there soon, okay?"

"Roger that," he responded.

I chuckled and hung up, throwing my phone onto the table before letting out a heavy sigh. Despite the day being relatively short I still felt pretty tired, figuring it was the probably thanks to the early start time and double autopsy.

"Can I finish my cereal first?"

"Of course. I'll get a head start." I spent the next ten minutes gathering everything from the back of Issac's closet and moving it into the living room. Thankfully, unlike Issac, I wasn't much of a hoarder so the job was relatively easy and only caused me to break out in the tiniest of sweats. As I grabbed the last box I let out a heavy breath, throwing it on top of another before turning to Issac who was rinsing out his bowl in the kitchen. "Ready?"

He looked over, nodding his head as he tossed the dishes in the sink and wandered over. He threw on his shoes and propped open the door, watching as I grabbed a stack of boxes and wandered into the hall. He followed behind, holding the door with his foot as he stretched to grab some stuff.