More trouble
Who: Spencer Reid and open
What: You saw him, right?
When: Thursday, March 4, late afternoon
Where: Main Street
Status: Open
Rating: Middle-ish? Probably some swearing.
The past few days had been hard for Reid. Jack was probably gone, Haley probably thought he was crazy, and Hotch probably thought he had fallen off the wagon. He hadn't really been avoiding the Hotchners, but he hadn't been eating at their house as often, which meant he had to do his own food shopping for once.
It was in the store where he first heard it. "Spencer." The voice was familiar. "Reid, what are you doing?" He looked up from the nutrition label on the can of soup he was holding, searching the faces of the other people in the store. No one besides Hotch called him Reid here. It was always Dr. Reid or Spencer. (Or Spence.) But the voice....well, it sounded exactly like Gideon. Which was impossible.
Or not, this was Aternaville. He'd also seen a man with fairy wings appear out of nowhere and give turn someone's shoes into snowshoes. Would Jason Gideon's arrival in town really be that unusual?
Well, yeah.
"Reid, what are you doing here? What's wrong with you?" Spencer looked around, trying to find the source of the voice. He had to be somewhere close.... He spotted a balding head retreating out the door of the shop, and he put down his basket of groceries on the floor. "Gideon, Gideon wait!"
He was slower than he used to be, and surprise made him stumble a little over his cane--eventually he would need to go to another doctor for another painful surgery before he could walk without it--so it took him a few more seconds than it should have. When he got outside, there was no sign of the ex-FBI agent. "Gideon!" How could he have disappeared? He turned to the first person he saw on the street, and launched into a question. "Did you see a man walk by about a minute ago? About five ten, graying black hair, late fifties?"