A Fair Trade
It had been one hell of a day.
Paper work. Ten hours of reading, writing and correcting reports of previous cases. Due to the heavy traffic on the streets it was already past nine in the evening when Spencer Reid finally arrived at his home.
Rubbing his tired eyes, he made his way to the kitchen. He needed to
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Thank you for posting this!
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BUT, I can't get your imagery out of my head. You wrote the moment so well, going from 0 (or, from before 0, given his exhaustion level at the beginning) to 100 mph and all the bits and pieces floating around them.
And, now, I will be going to bed, with images of Gideon and Hotch and Morgan (and Rossi, although I'm not his biggest fan, lol) passing Reid around. For that, I thank you ;)
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Oh, and very hot.
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