Criminal Minds (A Spencer Reid Love Story

"Cain! What are you doing here?!?" I asked. "I really don't know. Good question." she replied. "Was that you singing?" I asked. "Yeah, what did you think. It's a new song that I finished this weekend. I was thinking I was going to play it with my band this weekend. We were trying to find a new song to play." she said. "It-it was amazing. That was really good. Did you really write that all by yourself?" I asked. "Yep. I wrote it using, like, my own experience. I really, really love it." she replies. "So you have a concert this weekend?" I asked, my voice shaking. "Yeah. It's kind of a continuous thing. Seven bands are supposed to play. Um, Monday's Child, Slashfist, Dirty Angels, 911, Cut it Out, It, and my band The Anarchists. It's in a huge stadium complex outside the city. It's really a punk rock thing, but I'd like you to come if you could." she said. For a minute, all I could do was stare while thinking, "WTF, WTF, WTF!!!!" "U-um sure. It sounds like fun." I said, with my voice shaking, yet again. "And, here is the new member." we heard a voice say. Then, the door popped open and we saw Director Strauss. "Reid, do you know her already?" she asked. "Yeah, I bumped into her this morning." I replied. "Okay, then. Anyway, everyone this is Cain Hargreaves. Cain, this is Agent Rossi, Agent Morgan, Agent JJ, Agent Hotchner, Agent Garcia, and it seems you already know Agent Reid." she replied slowly. "Hey guys!" she yelled playfully. "Hello." everyone mumbled back. "So, I'll leave you to your case." Director Strauss replied. "Okay," Garcia started, "Our case this time is one starting in Atlanta. Three people were found dead in their homes. They all appear to be suicide, but the authorities think it might be something more. The connection between these people, were that all the people's children died in a school fire. They've all left suicide notes, but they all seem rather optimistic." "Hey, I know these people." Cain said. "What?" I asked. "I said I know those people. The first one is Jeff Micheals, the second Brett Jones, and the third Stephan Miller. They've never been the type of people to get depressed enough to commit suicide." she said. "How do you know these people?" I asked her with a look of amazement on my face. "Well, we'll talk about on the jet. Let's go." said Hotch.