Disclaimer: I wish I did own Criminal Minds, but sadly, I don't, but I do in my own mind, and they all love me! but outside of my mind, they have no clue who I am, I know sad.

Ok, this is my first attempt at a story, like ever! Well I did try before, but I failed, miserably, and I am kinda young, still in middle school, so I am really bad at spelling at stuff, so ya. Anyway here is my pathetic attempt, hope you like it!

It was a normal day with a normal case that we just finished, it was around 9:30, when we all left and Morgan offered to drive me home. I accepted gratefully. The car ride there was silent, I liked it better that way. As Morgan pulled up to the entrance of my apartment building he wished me goodnight and I did the same. I got up to my apartment, unlocked the door, walked inside and placed my messenger bag on a chair. I walked up to my kitchen and put a bag of popcorn in the microwave, got changed, got my popcorn, and curled up in bed with a good book. A book that I haven't read in a while, I know every word of the book already, but I still like to re-read them sometimes. As I opened the book, a little piece of paper fell out. I picked it up curiously. This isn't my handwriting. I thought as I red-

Happy birthday Spencer! I have no clue what this book is about, maybe you can tell me when you finished reading it in like 5minuts! Ha-. I just went to the book store and found the biggest book I could find, I really hope you like it!

Love From Your Best Friend--Rebecca

I just stared, 'how could I forget this' I thought, as a sing tear splashed on the book. I could not stop thinking about those words 'love', 'your best friend', 'Rebecca', oh my god, Rebecca, I have not thought of her in such a long time, I miss her so much. Rebecca, the only one that knew, that knew everything about me. We shared secrets. Deep secrets. Secrets that no one could ever know. The only true friend or just plain friend for that matter, that I ever had, sure I would like to count Morgan, and JJ, and Hotch, and the rest of my team, but I know that they don't consider me a friend, just some skinny awkward kid, too young to be in the FBI, and a walking encyclopedia that says random annoying facts that nobody cares about. I know that they don't consider me a friend.

I cried myself to sleep that night, thinking about the memories that we shared, the secrets, the songs, the laughter, the tears, the blood, the pain, the love. I thought about the night that I had lost her, the night that I messed up so bad, that it cost her, her life. I could have saver her, I could of helped her, but I didn't, I was too late, she was gone, gone forever. When she called me asking for help, I ran over to her, at the school under the bleachers, where she was lying covered in blood and tears. I called for an ambulance, and when they got there, they had to shock her, she didn't make it, they took her in the ambulates to take her to the morgue. The medics told me they were sorry, and left, left me all alone. I ran home crying, and when I got home, my dad was there, he was mad, really mad, I remember, he hit me harder than usual. Afterwards, I crawled into bed, bleeding, bruised, and broken. Usually, I would have called Rebecca with our walky-talky's and told her what happened, she would understand, and she would tell me that everything would be alright, that she was there for me and always will be, that nothing would separate us. But not tonight, tonight she was gone, we had been separated, by her father, he took her from me, he took away my reason to live, Rebecca said everything would be alright, and she was right, it would be , but only if she was around, but she was gone, so that was my cue, I guess I have to leave to. But I fall into my bed, close my eye's and fall asleep, before I fix that problem.

I wake up, to my alarm clock, 7:30, it red. I got up, took a shower and got ready for work, with Rebecca on my mind the entire time, thinking about the problem that should be fixed, the problem that I could fix and save everyone the trouble, that was my only thought as I road the subway to work.

Oh my god I know! Its terrible! But I have this idea, and I know how the story goes! ugggg! should I continue? Is it worth staying up until 2am?will people read it? Constructive criticism welcome! plz review! Tell me what you think!