To a Hooker
A Criminal Minds fanfiction; Reid-centric.
Timestamp: During & after the events of season 4, episode 7, "Memoriam"
Summary: "You realize you just gave two grand to a hooker?" Hooker. It shouldn't hurt, not after all this time. But it did. Was that all she was anymore?
This chapter originally mis-posted. My mistake. Caught and fixed!
Supervisory Special Agent Dr. Spencer Reid made the plane, but with only minutes to spare. He flashed a tight smile to his team members, the ones who hadn't let him go down the rabbit hole of his own memory alone.
"Tried your cell last night," Morgan said, giving him a look. "You didn't answer."
"Battery ran out," Reid replied apologetically. "I left my charger in the room."
"Wait-you weren't in your room last night?" Morgan's eyes were bright with amusement. Rossi looked over, eyebrows raised.
"The hooker from a few days ago?" Rossi asked, grinning.
Spencer shook his head. "I had dinner with a friend. We ended up talking all night." He lifted his oddly bulging messenger bag. "And I got some really good coffee. If you're nice to me, I might even share it."
Morgan and Rossi shared a look.
"The hooker," they said together.
"I'm not sharing my coffee," Spencer said, trying not to smile. Let them think what they wanted. They'd learn, eventually.
Spencer shook his head and looked out the window, not knowing that his collar was just loose enough that a small, purplish mark on the soft skin over his collar bone was visible.
"Actually, she's a student in the nursing program at UNLV," he said. He just couldn't resist.
He couldn't see the look Morgan and Rossi traded, or the grins that threatened to split faces. It was about time the kid got some kind of lovin'. Even it he had paid for it.
"JJ went into labor last night," Rossi said. The change of subject was bound to get the younger man's attention-and it did. "She's in delivery right now."
Spencer turned back to look at them. "Is she okay?"
"So far, everything's fine. Garcia's calling us with updates. You might want to charge that phone of yours before we get there." Morgan's voice was light, relaxed. Spencer slid his hand into his pocket and felt the heavy coin in his pocket. The ease of the morning hadn't disappeared, but it sure wasn't the same as when Adrianna had dropped him at the terminal.
He rooted around in his go-bag, pulled out the charger, and 'connected' it to the phone and the wall jack. In reality, he'd turned his cell off. Since that was a very big no-no, he had decided to use the battery excuse. They still couldn't tell when he lied. He wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not. Before he could dwell on the question, he felt the change in the cabin as the engines spun up and the pilot started to taxi to the runway.
From one home to another, from one friend to another, in the company of friends. He liked the symmetry.
30 months later…
Adrianna sat down at her table and pulled out the card Spencer had left her, his address and home number printed on the back in sharp, spiky writing.
Wow, the new girl seems to be getting to you a little. Is it her looks or her work? And don't bother to get defensive. Did she really cause that much of a stir when…
...I know you write back almost immediately, but this time, you'll need to hold off. By the time you read this, I'll have moved from this apartment. I told you I'd applied to work with the VA, and after all the interviews and paperwork, I was hired. I signed the 'willing to relocate' block. Guess they took me seriously. I'm moving to Virginia, not too far from Quantico. I'll be working at VA Charlotte Hall. It's across the water from Quantico, but it's not too hard to get from one side to the other, and I may be transferred to handle a few things there, if need arises.
I can't wait to see what Virginia looks like! I know you've described it to me, but is it really that different from the desert? And the humidity…
After asking more questions about work and Virginia area, describing what her duties were supposed to be, she added in that she hoped to have him over for coffee once she got settled in. They'd kept in touch with letters, met a few more times, when he came to visit his mother and once after another case brought the team to the Las Vegas area. Sometimes they'd gone to bed together, sometimes they'd grabbed coffee and just talked for hours.
As far as she knew, there wasn't a word for what they were, not really. It didn't matter, though. It was honest. And that was enough.
Spencer smiled as he read the most recent letter. Seaver wasn't as bad as he'd made it sound the last time he wrote, but she'd done something really stupid-even worse than when she'd gone after the suspect in his house and talked to his family. Even worse than when talking down Owen Savage while standing between Owen's rifle and his own team's sidearms. She had potential. And he had an idea.
He walked to Garcia's lair and smiled at her, a slightly naughty smile. That would definitely get her attention. A little bribery with chocolate cookies would get her help.
"Hey, Garcia? Can I get you to look up an address for me? Name's Adrianna…"
We are all travellers in the wilderness of this world, and the best we can find in our travels is an honest friend.-Robert Louis Stevenson
A/N: VA Charlotte Hall exists, it's not horribly far from Quantico, and it is a VA clinic. Beyond that, though, everything about it is mine and mine alone-right or wrong.