Spencer Reid

As JJ and Morgan did questioning, Elle decided to do some research, figuring out what information was readily available about Spencer, to see the general things that this stalker could possibly know about him. Most of it was his scholarly position in the FBI, his edetic memory, his IQ and his impossible quick reading skill. It was true that Spencer was a spectacle to any normal person. She had remembered when she first met the male. He’d rambled off facts to her after simply asking how he was. It made her grin at the memory, continuing to do her background. Garcia came running in, looking at Elle. When she had asked if Elle had a dog she raised her eyebrow. “Yes, Penelope you know that. Why does that matter?” She was quite confused to the blonde’s question, only to see a photo in her hand. “What’s that?” Elle’s eyes widened as she showed it to her. “Why do you have a photo of Molly?” She asked, only for the other to explain that it was faxed to her. Elle took a deep breath in, taking the photo and quickly discarding it into her paper shredder. “It’s irrelevant. She’s with my parents, and I don’t have a fax machine at my apartment, my mom probably sent it.” She waved it off, hushing Garcia when she suggested it being applicable to the case. “This guy isn’t interested in me. It’s about Spencer.” She explained as the male returned.

He looked up when Elle called from his bedroom, getting up to go and stand beside her. “Thats... New but... I dont know, this building is old, the locks and everything are old” He said, reaching out to touch the lock, his brow furrowing slightly. He looked over to his bed and shuddered slightly “I dont like this.” He murmured, running a hand through his hair and looking over to Elle. “I think... I might come to your place, if thats alright” He said, looking back around his apartment. He loved this place. It was a safe place for him to be after everything that they saw. It was a place that he felt comfortable and as if nothing could touch him but now something had and he wanted out.

It was evident that the male was under a huge pile of stress suddenly, causing her to feel badly for him. “Yeah. Hey, if you don’t want to be there after all this we discover, you’re welcome Timmy guest bedroom.” She noted, looking at him as she heard her name being called. Standing, she saw Morgan waving her over, letting Spencer know they were moving back out to the bullpen to discuss. Once outside, Rossi has deviated a plan for the group. “For one, we need to figure out how this guy met Reid. So Morgan and JJ work with him to see if you could figure out how this started. Garcia, go to Spencer’s most recent calls and see if you can track the number that called him this morning. Emily and Elle, once Spencer is done with JJ and Derek head over to his apartment to figure out how he got into the place. It could help figure out why he chose him.” Elle nodded, looking at the older woman before looking at Spencer. It had to be terrifying to be in the situation, but she was sure he’d been in worse.

JJ wrapped an arm around him as he left to go answer their questions, talking to her softly as Derek followed them out. He and JJ were always very close, and naturally she worried about him, seeing the nervous ticks and fidgeting he did as they spoke to him. It wasnt terribly long before Spencer came back to his desk, grabbing his bag and jacket before looking over to the two women waiting there for him. “Ready to go?” He asked, hardly waiting for a response before leading them out.

His apartment was tidy, a virtual library with numerous bookshelves arranged by genre and author bordering the walls. He let them in silently, placing his keys on the hook and his bag on the table, the same process he did every time he came inside. Spencer stood by Elle’s side as they paused just inside the doorway, looking around “I um... You guys can look at anything you want in here. The book that was send to me is right over here” He said, moving to pick it up from his coffee table, offering it to her.  “Everything here has a place and I can usually remember exactly where it was when I left it so they have an eye for detail. Its also worth noting that 80% of stalkers of men are female” He said, moving to sit down on the couch.

“Reid you know better than anyone that if you think something’s off you should tell someone. Why didn’t you change your number or at least tell one of us? This could seriously become problematic, especially if they want something from you.” She whispered, footsteps coming closer to the round table room. She looked up, seeing their Unit Chief Aaron Hotchner standing at the doorway. He asked that Elle step out of the room for a moment, her following orders and making her way back to Spencer’s desk. “Anything?” The group explained what they saw before sending what they did have to get analyzed for prints. Elle sat down at her own desk, trying to think what else she could do only to take it upon herself to make copies of the photos they’d gotten.

He kept his head down even as Elle came back, shifting to look at the pictures and not at her, stuck with the feeling that maybe he had done something wrong. Maybe if he had only said something, maybe if he hadnt interacted with someone... He glanced over the pictures and nodded slightly. “They were all taken in the past week.” He murmured, looking at them. “This is me coming back from a dinner... This one is me going to a meeting... This one over here was just the other day, Im heading into the building.” He went over the last few, running his hands through his hair every so often, worried about an on coming headache or stress this would bring. 

“Someone should come to my apartment...” He murmured softly, looking over at her “Because they’d have to have been inside there.”

His voice was hollow as he spoke, his eyes still cast out. “You know that the average person interacts with about 3 new people every day? In our case that numbers much higher.” He said softly, pulling his gaze away from the window to look over at her. That wasnt what she was asking. Of course not. but it was true. His life had impacted others at an alarming rate. The list of people he’d met even in the last week was long. He moved to sit down, not next to her but a few chairs away, running his hands through his hair. “They know a lot Elle. They know where I live. They know that book was one I like, they know my number... Ive been getting calls Elle. Unknown number every time, they dont say anything I just answer and they hang up. I thought it was just something stupid, they didnt happen often but there was one this morning.”

He looked over at her, shaking his head. “This package is just a taunt. Theres no demands or warning they just want me to know how close they can be without me noticing...”

The day was just like any other. In this job the cases were the only thing that really distinguished time for him. It wasn’t days, weeks it was what case they were working. These times in between cases when things were almost slow for a bit didn’t come often. He’d learned to appreciate them for what they were, rest. But just as most things that don’t come often, they don’t stay long.

Dr. Reid walked into the bullpen with a light smile on his face. He never slept much, on account of work and his overactive brain but today he had gotten a whole extra hour. He walked past the desks of quietly working agents and set down his cup of sugar filled coffee at his desk. His desk was interesting in its own, You can always tell so much about a person from their desk, he was organized for the most part, not a single pen out of place. He looked over to the desk of his neighbor, Elle who of course was already there. He gave her a small nod and a quiet hello as he sat down, his bag dropped over the back of his chair.

He talked to the people around him lightly, smiling softly as he multitasked, pen scribbling over paperwork as he talked about the book he was reading and language he was now learning, delighting in his coworkers wanting to hear about his life. He only paused when a package, a large full envelope landed on his desk with a soft thud, the usual mail delivery intern bringing it by. He rolled away from the people he was talking to without other word. It wasn’t from anyone he knew. It wasn’t something he’d ordered. He looked over it curiously, a small seal in the corner, pressed, nothing too suspicious, until he opened it of course.

Inside was a small book of poetry that he had enjoyed a while ago. That alone was enough to make his brow furrow but it was the inside that made him drop the book as though it was red hot in his hands. Pictures, of him, only half a dozen. Half were from surveillance but the others were developed form some kind of disposable, each tucked into the pages of poems he knew he had book marked back in his apartment.

A morning stop at her favorite coffee shop and a quick breakfast sandwich to accompany it, the young brunette headed into work, bright and early. Her neglected desk got a quick sprucing upon arrival, and it was back to work. She sat finishing up some leftover paperwork from their previous case, returning emails, and checking her desk phone voicemail until her teammates began clocking in for the day. Spencer was the first to arrive - an expected part of Elle’s routine, as the doctor had a niche of arriving on-time. 

She sat, listening to the ample banter from the eager male, clearly happy with how his rest had treated him after arriving home. Watching as their mail was delivered, Elle snickered at a comment from their co-worker, Derek, as he commented on the male’s bizzare package. “Seems as though pretty boy has a present from a secret admirer.” He laughed, his face soon falling, matching the new mood of the room. 

The surveillance would have been bad enough. They knew where he lived but the book… “They were in my house” He murmured, his voice hollow and disconnected as he stared at the pages, or the place the pages had been once she looked at them.

He was distraught. He couldnt think of people who would want to hurt him or who would even have access to this information. Then there was the fact that they got it to him. They got it into the bullpen, a place he always felt safe because the people that worked there were close enough to be family. Some of his only friends in the world. And these friends were now starting to cluster around his desk to see the pictures and the book.

The group of people now around him did much more harm than good. He was always avoidant of touches and germs and small spaces and now his team was presenting all of them. He murmured something then repeated when asked “Gloves…wear gloves when you touch them” He said, voice barely above a whisper before getting up, pushing through the small group and heading up to the round table. Somewhere to be alone, collect his thoughts, not be so crowded.

{ the angst edition is here! }

“you are so cheesy.”

“i didn’t know you were a romantic.”

“oh my god. i can’t believe you did this.”

“wait, let me get a picture!”

“you are absolutely ridiculous.”

“i have the perfect day planned out.”

“i made it myself.”

“i made it myself, which explains why it’s a little burnt.”

“i tried making it myself, but i figured food poisoning doesn’t make for a very good valentine’s day present.”

“has anyone ever told you that you have a funny idea of romantic?”

“where are we going to put a bear that big?”

“did i just hear a bark?”

“when you said you were planning something big, i didn’t expect it to be this big…”

“i told you you didn’t have to do anything!”

“this might be the happiest day of my life.”

“how did you know my favorite chocolate flavor?”

“help me find a vase for these flowers?”

“this holiday seems like the best opportunity to ask you out.”

“i know a place that sells hot chocolate with heart-shaped froth.”

“i want to make you this happy for the rest of your life.”

“is today a good day to say i think i love you?”

“i think i’m in love with you.”

“i love you.”

“i love you so much. you know that, right?”

“…that’s for me?”

“…are those flowers?”

“…i didn’t get you anything, though.”

“you didn’t have to.”

 Please:

Go plant an organic flower native to wherever you are

Leave your “weeds” alone they probably aren’t hurting anything

Stop using/buying Roundup and all other insecticides, herbicides, pesticides. 

If you have a bee problem (which almost never happens) call a local beekeeper! They will remove them safely free of charge

Bumblebees usually nest underground and just wanna be left alone! They won’t hurt you. To prevent destroying their habit during hibernation, avoid mowing yards until April or May. If you do mow, raise the blades to the highest setting

“Oh- I um… Thats okay. I didn’t mean to impose or anything.” 

He smiled slightly, not really one for that many strangers at once. He gave her a smile before looking back to what he had been doing 

“Have fun though”