The Lady and the Genius.

I know that poem.

We were walking back to the apartment when I suddenly got the feeling I was being watched. I looked around before seeing no one so I went back to focusing on heading back to the apartments.
"So what was the last case about?"
"String of break-ins resulting in deaths."
"Were they strangled, stab, shot or injected with something?"
"Stabbed."
"Cool. Not cool cause of the victims and innocent lives."
"Most of them were on the sex offenders list."
"Oh. Kinda take it back, like the innocent lives part." I told which made him smile.
"What movie tonight?" He asked as he looked down at me.
"Well I was thinking we could watch the new episodes of Doctor who since I have been saving them for us to marathon."
"Then we are watching Doctor who."
"Did you know, probably do but imma say it anyway. In part one of The Power of the Darleks, the doctor tells Ben that Regeneration or renewed is apart of the Tardis but it's never really been spoken about more with the connection and that the term that's so familiar with fans today didn't appear till the 3rd regeneration."
"I did."
"Knew it. Your so smart."
"You are close in IQ range to me."
"Just cause we are close in IQ doesn't mean your not smarter then me Dr. Besides it's like 2 points away from one another." I told as we walked in to our apartment complex.
"Is that why you don't use, as you have said big tough words?"
"More of an act. My dad said if people think you aren't smart they won't think your a danger."
"That's why you knew I was profiling you by saying one word."
"Exactly. I was profiling you as soon as you walked in."
"Of course you were."
"It's how I work and you know that. I profile them to see what book best suits them. Could be a psych and run a detective agency where people believe I am."
"People wouldn't fall for that. Also positive you would be arrested."
"I'll use my Bambi eyes."
We walked into my apartment and I went and turned the coffee maker on as Spencer got the tv ready for the show.
'I should tell him about my problem. But he will be more worried about me and he'll want to get everyone at work to help and that means we have to meet and I can't do that to him. I'll be fine.'
I finished the coffee up and brought Spencer his.
"Ooo. I'm gonna quickly change into my pjs and grab my blanket." I told before rushing to my bedroom.
"Could you grab my spare charger that I keep here. My phone is on 15%." He shouted
"Sure!"
I quickly changed and grabbed the charger and my blue fuzzy blanket before heading back to the couch to see Spencer made himself comfy. He looked over at me and gave a smile to which I returned one back. I hurried over and sat next to him and placed the blanket over the both of us before I handed him the charger that he plugged in to the port I kept near the couch.
"What you think doc?" I asked as I looked up at him.
"Is this the same blanket that I spilled coffee on?"
"Yes. It took me 15 washes to get it off." I told making him laugh.
"Well I shouldn't spill anymore this time since I'm completely sober this time."
"You showed up drunk and needed coffee to sober you up and I wasn't going to make you go upstairs. I tried, you just wouldn't leave. Kept hugging me and going 'River you are my best friend and I don't want you to ever die cause then I'll be sad and who will I buy books from. I mean another bookstore but it won't be the same as yours.' I had to rub your back till you fell asleep."
"Was not one of my best moments." He told smiling.
"Well onto the show Dr.Reid. We never know how long we have till we both crash."
"Right you are Dr.Finley. Right you are."
We began to watch the new episodes and we finished our coffees after the first episode and by the forth one we both fell sleep on the couch.

(River you have a talent. Which means you gotta use that talent to help people. Now let me teach you how to profile someone and not show signs that your doing it.)

I awoke from my dream by hearing a ringing of a phone to which Spencer grabbed it. He picked it up and put it to his ear.

"Yeah what's up Hotch?"

I tried to go back to sleep on his stomach when I heard what Spencer said.

"Crooked sixpence?"

"It's apart of the crooked man poem." I told without thinking.

"I had a marathon with a friend and stayed at theirs. They only know what we are talking about cause I repeated it to figure out where it was from."

There was silence till Spencer sat up quickly which made me fall off the couch.
"I'm getting you back for the Spencer." I told
"Hotch wants you to talk over the phone." He told as he placed his phone on his shoulder.
"No that's not we agreed on Spencer. I'm not meant to talk or meet them."
"You don't think I don't know that Dr."
"Well think of something smarty pants."
He bit his bottom lip before he brought the phone back to his ear.

"She says I no."

I facepalmed at what he said and he then held his phone out to me.
"He says he will show up at my place and won't leave my side till you do."
"Does he know I'm phone shy?" I told before mouthing the words tell him that.

"She is phone shy. Hotch I can have her tell me about what she knows and I repeat it back to you.... that might be a lot of work but it's what's she is comfortable with."

He began to motion for me to start speaking about what I know about the poem.
"Freshman year has paid off for me.'
"The poem is 'There was a crooked man, who walked a crooked mile. He found a crooked sixpence, upon a crooked stile. He brought a crooked cat, who caught a crooked mouse, and they all lived together in a little crooked house. But the crooked man was sad and once he had a thought. Why should he be crooked, when others; they were not? Everything was worthless, he heaved a giant big sigh, and went and found a rope, and tied it to the sky. Upon a chair he stood, his eyes were blank and dead, without another thought, he went and hung his head. Now the story's not over yet, for this tale is myth-ed and old, go hide under the cover. There's something not yet told. There once was a crooked man, who had a crooked smile, and if you lived his life, he'll send you through a trail. He lives for your tournament, makes it full of strife, and he won't be content until you take your life."
Spencer looked shocked as I was able to say the whole thing before he grabbed my hand to help me be able to talk about the poem in more detail.
"The basis in history that the poem has is, the origin of the poem originates from the English Stuart history of King Charles the 1st and the crooked man is reputed to be the Scottish General Sir Alexander Leslie. The General signed a Covenant securing religious and political freedom for Scotland. And the 'crooked stile' refers to the border between England and Scotland. 'They all lived together in a little crooked house' refers to the fact that the English and Scots had a last come to an agreement. The words reflect the times when there was great animosity between them. The word crooked is pronounced a 'crookED' the emphasis being placed on the 'ED' in the word which, was common in olde England and many references can be found in this type of pronunciation in the words of William Shakespeare from the year 1564 to 1616." I told before Spencer repeated the whole thing minus the whole poem.

"I'll be there as soon as I can be."

He hung up the phone and I gave him a shy smile.
"I'm sorry that I spoke when I did. I wasn't thinking."
"River it's fine. I just more worried about you right now since I know talking about poems like that makes you remember a time when you weren't so good." He told as he brought me into a hug.
"I mean There was a crooked man poem is still one of my favourites. Your hugs are always comforting you know that." I told.
"I have that effect and I know Dr."
"Tell me a fact dr."
"In a year there will be at least one Friday the 13th. The most one year can have is 3 and the longest one can go without seeing one is 14 months."
"Say the big word."
"Friggatriskaidekaphobia."
"Nice." I giggled before falling back asleep.
I knew he wouldn't be there when I got up and today the shop doesn't open so I just slept on the couch till I woke up again.