Post by Annelise Westerhof on Aug 23, 2010 21:04:55 GMT 1
Yeah, I used my name for the main girl, who cares haha. Anyways, a Spencer Reid fic centering more around his private life than work life.
Spencer Reid struggled against the wind as he walked towards a coffee shop. Inside, people were loitering like crazy in order to avoid the impending storm outside. Reid ran his fingers through his hair in order for it to not look so windswept. He got into line and pulled out a handful of change from his pocket. He continued to count it until he was second from the front of the line and couldn’t help but to eavesdrop on the dark-haired woman in front of him who seemed to be having a problem. He heard the distress in her voice as the employee said, “Ma’am, I’ve already prepared your order. Why don’t you check your pockets?”
“I don’t keep money in my pockets, that’s what my wallet is for,” she said as she stuffed her hands into her pockets anyways to no avail. “Look, I’m only a dollar short…”
“I can’t do that,” the employee persisted. “Just take one thing off your order.”
Reid stepped forward and placed a dollar bill on the counter before the woman had to feel any more embarrassed.
“You don’t have to do that,” she said, although her voice was appreciative.
“It’s no big deal,” he replied with a smile.
“Well, thank you,” she said as she took her order and turned to leave.
Reid then got himself a coffee as well and headed to the door. The girl with the dark hair was apparently waiting for him there as she stared out the window at the darkening clouds. When she spotted Reid, she rushed over to him with a smile on her face.
“Thank you again for the money. It was my turn for coffee run at work, and not everyone seems to realize that not everyone can afford all of this,” she explained as she indicated the four cups of coffee and a paper bag filled with treats. “Most people wouldn’t have done what you did.”
“It was only a dollar,” Reid said incredulously.
“Yes, well, on more than one occasion I’ve been short-changed and never once has someone offered to help me out,” she said. She paused for a moment and then added, “I’m Jennifer Grant by the way. I’d shake your hand, but I’m afraid I can’t.”
“Spencer Reid,” he introduced himself. “Would you like a ride to work? I’m running early anyways… unless you drove yourself. I’d hate to see you walk in that.”
Reid glanced out the window and it had begun to rain profusely. He turned his attention back to Jennifer who seemed as if she was weighing the options. He sipped his coffee patiently. He didn’t know what the difficult decision was. He had figured out that she didn’t have a car by now, but unless she was considering him to be potentially dangerous (which he found hard to believe due to the fact he was so thin), he didn’t see why it was taking her so long to answer.
“Yes, alright,” she finally gave in. She peered through the sheets of rain at the cars that were parked out front. “Which one is yours?”
There was a line-up of about ten cars parked outside. Reid’s deep green SUV was by far the nicest out of the lot of them, and he pointed towards it. She looked from him to his vehicle sceptically.
“You can afford that?” she asked, and then when she realized how rude she sounded, she added hurriedly, “I mean, you look so young. I couldn’t have pictured you out of college yet.”
“I’ve been done for… for a while,” he replied simply. He opened the door for her and they walked through.
They both ran as quickly as they could and jumped into the car. It didn’t take them long to get in, but once they had they were both already soaked to the bone. Reid placed his coffee in a cup-holder while Jennifer merely sat there with her order in her lap. She seemed tense, but he decided against asking what was wrong. He didn’t know her after all. She directed him where to drive and it seemed like they were almost driving out of town. As Reid kept an eye on the time, he suddenly started to begin to wish that he hadn’t offered at all.
“I’m not making you late for work, am I?” she wondered as she kept her eye of the window.
“No, not yet anyways,” he added jokingly. Reid automatically envisioned what would happen if he was late. He could just imagine now the grin spreading over Morgan’s face at the concept that Reid was late for work due to driving a woman he didn’t know to work. He tried to not think about it as he turned off onto a dirt road. The rain caused the dirt on the road to turn to watery mud, and even with four wheel drive he had to slow down due to lack of traction.
“I’m sorry about soaking your car seat,” Jennifer said. It was clear she was just trying to make small talk, and he didn’t mind. He wondered if she wasn’t so stressed about whatever it was she was stressed about if she would make better conversation.
“It’s fine, I’m doing the same thing to my seat.”
He turned to grin at her but noticed that Jennifer’s facial expression had changed. Her grey eyes were wide and she screamed, “There’s someone there! Watch out!”
Reid’s reflexes weren’t good enough. His eyes flicked back to the road and he turned the steering wheel sharply at the exact same time. It wasn’t clear if the person managed to jump out of the way, but he couldn’t focus on that for Reid completely lost control of the car. Jennifer screamed, and the SUV started to roll. Over and over and over again.
