forever alone [OTA]
Even geniuses were prone to bouts of temper tantrums.
Fortunately, in Spencer Reid's case, his did not entail destruction of personal property. There was usually a great deal of sulking and needing to be alone in a corner. When his room became too confining, he found himself sitting on a bench along main street.
He had checked up on Garcia, slightly alarmed when she didn't answer her door, then even more alarmed when he found the apartment open and none of her personal items inside. Spencer moved from alarmed to full on panic mode when he discovered the same situation at Morgan's apartment. He spent the day checking around the village, going to their places of employment and getting the same answer every time. They were not at work. Nobody had seen them. They were simply gone.
Spencer knew people could come and go from this place, but with their items gone, this seemed much more final. What in the world was he supposed to do now? At least he'd had some of his team here - enough for him to convince himself that things were fine and he was relatively safe. Now he was alone.
He kicked his Converse through the dirt at his feet and watched a small cloud of it rise up. All he wanted to do was sit here for a while. Last night, he could tell that he was moving through Kübler-Ross's stages of grief. Denial was gone. Anger was still lingering, but now he was in full-on bargaining. That was what brought him to the bench. It was at the same place he had entered Haruvatat. Gazing upward, he spoke aloud to whoever - or whatever - was keeping them all here.
"Ok. I'm ready to go home now. What do I have to do?"
Fortunately, in Spencer Reid's case, his did not entail destruction of personal property. There was usually a great deal of sulking and needing to be alone in a corner. When his room became too confining, he found himself sitting on a bench along main street.
He had checked up on Garcia, slightly alarmed when she didn't answer her door, then even more alarmed when he found the apartment open and none of her personal items inside. Spencer moved from alarmed to full on panic mode when he discovered the same situation at Morgan's apartment. He spent the day checking around the village, going to their places of employment and getting the same answer every time. They were not at work. Nobody had seen them. They were simply gone.
Spencer knew people could come and go from this place, but with their items gone, this seemed much more final. What in the world was he supposed to do now? At least he'd had some of his team here - enough for him to convince himself that things were fine and he was relatively safe. Now he was alone.
He kicked his Converse through the dirt at his feet and watched a small cloud of it rise up. All he wanted to do was sit here for a while. Last night, he could tell that he was moving through Kübler-Ross's stages of grief. Denial was gone. Anger was still lingering, but now he was in full-on bargaining. That was what brought him to the bench. It was at the same place he had entered Haruvatat. Gazing upward, he spoke aloud to whoever - or whatever - was keeping them all here.
"Ok. I'm ready to go home now. What do I have to do?"