Meet (the) Doctor Spencer Reid
Title: Meet (the) Doctor Spencer Reid
Author: hopenight
Beta: runriggers
Characters: Doctor Spencer Reid (The Doctor), Aaron Hotchner, Jason Gideon, Penelope Garcia, Elle Greenaway, Derek Morgan, David Rossi, Jennifer ‘J.J.’ Jareau
Series: Alien!Spencer Verse
Warnings: crossover, spoilers for Revelations
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 2,844
Series Summary: There’s more to Doctor Spencer Reid then people think. A lot more. The question is that are the BAU ready to find out?
Summary: Reactions the team had to some of the odder eccentricities of Doctor Spencer Reid.
A/N: So I was thinking about a pairing for our favorite doctor! :) Sadly I have come in way too late to set a pairing. I’m probably going to start some sort of fangirl battle royale. I’m between Reid/Hotch and Reid/Morgan. Please post your choice in comments!
First Part
Hotch
“He’s too young,” was the very first thought that Aaron Hotchner had when Doctor Spencer Reid stepped into his office. The agent was so unbelievably young. He knew that of course. Reid’s age was included in his file. Still he was not expecting a tall, rail thin man dressed in a pair of khaki’s, a white shirt with blue pinstripes, a brown sweater vest and a brown tie. He looked like he could easily pass for a teenager with very little effort. Doctor Reid brushed a strand of his hair from his eyes.
“Doctor Reid?” asked Hotch.
“Yes! Erm you could just call me Reid or Spencer. Not Doctor. Special Agent Aaron Hotchner? It’s very nice to meet you, sir,” rambled the young doctor.
“Call me Hotch, Reid. We’re very excited to have you here at the B.A.U.”
The younger man smiled a slight, anxious smile. Hotch raised an eyebrow.
“Nervous?”
“No…um well… Actually just a little bit. Humans did develop the panic reaction to keep them alive thousands of years ago when enemy tribes would come to attack. By the heart pounding and the increased breathing allowed a better blood flow so that it would be easier to run away. Usually it would subside when the running would burn off the excess energy. Of course in modern days it manifested in phobias and panic attacks.”
Hotch stared at his new co-worker.
“I have a thing with meeting new people.”
“I think that you will be just fine Doctor Reid. Welcome to the B.A.U.”
He held out his hand. Reid grasped it tightly. Of course Reid’s hand was so slim that Hotch’s fingers brushed against his pulse point. He blinked counting off the beats in his head. However, the younger man pulled his hand away and walked out into the bullpen.
Hotch stood there staring at the spot where the younger doctor had been standing.
No. It was impossible.
But he could have sworn…
It was silly. People didn’t have two heartbeats.
Gideon
Reid will always confound him. He’s young but with eyes older than his. It makes him wonder what happened to bring those shadows in his eyes. Then there was the random spouting of facts. Most people would think that it was Reid showing off. However, Gideon noticed that it’s more to just share the knowledge. Not as a tactic to prove himself worthy to be here but just from the joy of a scholar.
Reid also has darkness in him though. Behind all that naivety and energy, the quirks of a smile and card tricks, there’s something dark. He’s only seen it once. And it frightened him. It had scared him to the core.
And Jason Gideon does not frighten easily or at all.
It was an unsub. He was killing and raping young women. All of them had mocha skin and long black hair…beautiful, intelligent, young… They had profiled him and found out one really good suspect: a man by the name of Evan Drake: a short, stocky weasel of a man who was almost brilliant but twisted. They had him cornered in a building, where he had a victim in there somewhere (of course they didn’t know that until after). After some short bursts of furious debating, they decided to split up and search for Drake while keeping quiet.
Reid had found him and the girl.
No one knows what happened in the few minutes after Reid sent out the signal and them getting there. But when they arrived; Drake was disarmed, knocked out, and fainted in a puddle of his own urine. Reid was standing over him. He turned and Gideon felt fear.
Those eyes were cold, emotionless. This was not righteous anger or FBI protocol or anything. His eyes were like ice. No…they were ancient. No one else but Gideon noticed and the ice like eyes melted as the girl groaned. Reid was by her side.
“Tish? Tish? My name is Doctor Spencer Reid. I’m with the FBI. You’re safe.”
The young woman groaned and grabbed onto Reid’s hand. Reid squeezed it with a gentle smile on his face.
“You’re safe, Tish Jones. I promise you’re safe.”
Later on the plane while Reid was learning how to play Uno from Morgan, J.J., and Elle, Hotch watched him with a troubled look on his face. Gideon leaned over and asked.
“What’s wrong?”
“We only found out her name after we got her to the hospital. How did Reid know her name?”
Gideon opened his mouth to respond when Reid looked up. Their eyes met. Reid’s eyes were filled with bittersweet happiness. A flash of icy eyes played before him quickly. Gideon closed his mouth.
“Perhaps some things are just meant to be mysteries,” he said enigmatically.
Garcia
Penelope Garcia was an unabashed, unashamed, out and proud sci-fi geek and conspiracy theorist. Oh how she loved them so. Most of the time it was easier to believe in something crazy and fun then something terrible and true…at least that’s what working at the B.A.U. has taught her. She happily opened up one of her more favorite websites.
“WHO IS THE DOCTOR?”
Underneath it was a man with sticky-out ears, close cropped hair, dressed in dark pants, a dark sweater and a black leather jacket. He was facing a pretty blonde around Reid’s age.
Is he an alien? Or perhaps a title passed person to person? Who is this man called only the Doctor? And does he help us? Or does he wish to harm us?
Garcia snorted at the melodramatic writing on the computer screen. Still it was filled with the strange goings on across the Atlantic. Conspiracy theories about aliens and government cover ups made her inner conspiracy theorist lover jump up and down in delight.
“Garcia?”
“Oh! Hey Reid! What’s up?” asked the brightly colored computer tech turning to meet the genius.
“Hotch just wanted me to drop off some files for you...,” the youngest member of the B.A.U. froze staring at the screen, “What are you looking at?”
“Just a website… Reid? Sweetie? Are you okay?”
He was paler than normal. He swallowed and gave her a forced smile.
“Yeah…I have to go. See you later, Garcia.”
She blinked watching him run out of there before turning to look at the computer screen.
She honestly had no idea what just happened.
Morgan
It happened while trying to talk an unsub down from killing himself. His trigger was that his girlfriend had died in a car accident. He was hunting down people related in some way to the accident.
“I understand,” said Reid slowly.
“You can never understand! I just want to be with my Sarah!”
“Would Sarah really want you to do this? Any of this?”
“I’m nothing without her. She was the only source of hope I had in this world.”
“You loved her,” said Reid quickly, “She meant the world to you. She was it. The only source of joy that you could see in this world. I understand, Tom. You loved her with all your heart. She loved you with all of hers. Now you’re separated. And you’ll never see her again unless you kill yourself? Tom I don’t personally believe in an afterlife. But you do. After what you have done do you really think that you would be with her?”
The unsub looked unsure. He was shaking, tears falling down his face. Morgan’s eyes darted from Reid, who was staring at and through the victim. Almost like he was lost in his own head while trying to divert the situation.
“She wouldn’t want you to do this. You lost your way, Tom. I know that you would never have done this without her death. That you wouldn’t become this cold of a man but you need to atone if you believe that she will be waiting for you when you die. If you want to see her again, Tom, then put down the gun.”
The unsub dropped the gun and fell to his knees, sobbing as Morgan ran over to secure him. Reid grabbed the dropped weapon.
As they brought him in for booking, the unsub looked at Reid.
“What was her name?”
Reid paused before swallowing thickly.
“Rose, her name was Rose,” he paused for a moment, “And I lost her before I ever had a chance to love her.”
He walked away.
When Morgan tried to ask him about this Rose girl later; Reid stared right through him and said he made the whole thing up.
Except with that level of pain in those eyes, Morgan knew Reid was flat out lying. He just didn’t call him on it.
Rossi
David Rossi loved flying at night. Looking at the dark skies, seeing the distant stars had always given him a sense of peace. Of course this was while the majority of the B.A.U. slept on the plane. It was the best time Rossi worked. The same could be said for Doctor Spencer Reid.
His long form would curl around whatever space he was occupying. An ancient tome would appear from his bag and he would devour it in record time. Then he would take out a journal and write, muttering things under his breath.
Rossi was pretty sure that there were a good number of people who would give there right arm for that journal. Still sometimes they would converse when Hotch would doze off. Morgan’s gentle snores would fill the cabin. J.J. would cuddle up closer to her blanket. Prentiss hugged the pillow tighter. Then would begin their conversations and they varied from topic to topic.
“Do you believe in intelligent life?” asked Reid this particular night.
“Sometimes I wonder when I go to fill up on gas,” Rossi joked dryly.
The youngest team member cracked a small smile, “I mean do you believe in aliens?”
“I’m not sure. I have seen things. Strange things, impossible things with all those incidents going on in Britain recently…”
The cabin fell silent between them. Reid silently shifted in his seat. His arms curled around his body, as he stared off with the oddest expression on his face.
“Do you?”
Startled Reid turned his head. His eyes were ancient. They looked almost out of place on a face so young. For a moment he looked almost like he wanted to say something, almost like a confession. A quick headshake and Reid lost the ancient shadows in his eyes. The normal light returned.
“I think that it would be terrifying that we would be the only intelligent beings in the universe. I think that there has to more out there. Waiting for us to reach out and travel through the stars… If you could David would you travel through them?”
“I think I would like to.”
A quirk of a smile overtook Reid’s mouth, “Good answer.”
He began to reach for his journal.
“Would you?”
“Would I what?”
“Travel through space if given the chance.”
Reid stared at his frozen outstretched hand for a moment. Then he turned to Rossi and for a moment, in his eyes, the special agent believed he saw the universe. Of course that’s just silly.
“I know I would.”
They never mention this particular conversation again.
Elle
She never truly gets that close to Reid during her time of the B.A.U. When she left, she knew that none of them would want to see her again. She gathered up necessary paperwork for a work visa and moved to England.
So her shock is understandable when she saw Reid across the way one day. He is leaning against a blue box with his legs crossed. Sunglasses are sliding off his nose. His arms are folded as he watches a scene unfold a couple feet away. Elle turned to see what he is staring at.
It’s a girl. With dark hair and mocha skin, she is wearing a dark red leather jacket and black jeans. A man is talking with her. He is tall in a long brown coat and cream colored trainers cover his feet. His hair stood up in brown spikes. They are in front of another blue box exactly like the one Reid is before.
The girl is laughing as she opened the door and disappeared inside. The man turned. His eyes met Reid’s covered ones.
Reid put a finger to his lips before he slowly lifted up his sunglasses and winked before disappearing into his blue box. Elle watched as the man is visibly shaken before entering his box.
She turned to see Reid again.
But he is gone. When she turns to see where the man and the girl are. They too are gone.
The boxes have disappeared.
She goes to Spain the next day.
Her apartments are destroyed in a ‘terrorist attack’. Except the terrorist attackers have flying saucers.
Reid may have unknowingly saved her life.
She doesn’t tell anyone.
Prentiss
Initially she did not want to do any background checks on her co-workers. And she didn’t. Her mother on the other hand…
She did them without a second thought.
“Doctor Reid,” began her mother, “has no past. His file is protected.”
“Reid offers his expertise for some high level part of government. Very hush-hush,” intoned Emily into the phone. She had seen several official looking men asking for Reid come in several times. The way they deferred to him was odd. But she supposed genius was always something that could be appreciated.
Hotch told her not to mind it. That it had been going on for several years. As long as it didn’t interfere with the B.A.U.’s work then it was alright.
“It makes me nervous. I don’t like you working with a man who has no past.”
“Mom don’t worry about it.”
“I…”
The phone is taken from her hand before she even gets the sentence out.
“Ambassador Prentiss? This is Doctor Spencer Reid. I do some work with UNIT. I assume that you know what they do. If you have questions ask for Brigadier Sir Alistair Lethbridge-Stewart. I’m sure he’ll be happy to help. Have a nice day Amabassor.”
He handed the phone back to Prentiss.
She surprised that her mother is for once at a loss for words.
She knows what UNIT is too.
J.J.
She’s the one who found out.
He called his ship when Hankel was searching the premises for them. Quickly and silently he hid them in the blue box that was bigger on the inside.
She thought that she had died. He gave her this tired grin.
And he told her the truth. By the truth she meant everything about his people, his race, what he was.
What he had done…
She believed him.
She felt the twin heartbeats that thundered in his chest with palms outstretched. Reid’s desperate eyes as he begged her to believe is something she never wants to see again.
Then he told her why he lied to everyone.
“I had to lie, J.J. My whole life…all my lives…I have been saving people. I just…I’m sick of not being able to. I just don’t want people to leave me anymore. …Please don’t make me tell them. Please don’t make me tell him.”
He crawled over to where she sat. His hearts were in her hands.
“Spence…” whispered J.J. softly. Reid looked up. Her heart broke for that look on his face. She gave him a small smile and he knew that everything would be okay. He curled up next to her and sobbed as she soothed him.
J.J. understood why his companions protected him by leaving him.
It was because he was both old and young, fire and ice, contradiction and similarities…
He was both human and alien.
That being said: she’s not going to leave him. They would have to pry her cold, dead body to make her leave him.
He is her boy, not in the romantic sense, but she loves him. He is family. He is one of her best friends in the world. He knows her.
And she knows him: ancient alien and the socially awkward boy genius. She accepts it because that’s what family does.
It made a world of difference for him.
Though she wondered what would happen when the rest of the team found out.