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To Adhara's readers and supporters;

I will be moving this blog. it is now at alongthereids.livejournal.com

Thank to the people who posted and everything. it's been much appreciated.

Aftermath.

Now, I might not be a computer genius like Gracia, I am capable of hacking. Thus the reason why I'm on Spencer's computer. Yesterday turned out to be a long day, filled with tears, worries, and guilt. I felt so bad for Spencer. Tobias messed Spencer up bad. Spence couldn't sleep with the lights off and had to have someone with him. I felt so bad, how could some one leave a person so vunerable? Spence finally fell asleep, resting on my chest. Uncle Arron wouldn't be to pleased about that, but oh well. I'm lucky that Spencer kept the computer on the coffee table. So here I am, on an overly stuffed couch with a Doctor Spencer Reid resting on my breast, typing with one hand on his lap top. He looks so peaceful finally asleep and all the drugs out of his system. Oh, I believe he's waking up. Aww he's like nuzzling. That's just too cute.

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"Mmh, where am I?" Spencer asked aloud, something wasn't right, but it wasn't wrong either.
"You fell asleep on me, more specifically, my breast." Someone answered, but Spencer's mind wasn't registering and his eyes wern't focesed yet.
"ADHARA!" Spencer exclaimed when every foggy bit left his brain. He jumped up and faced her, sort of like pinning her.
"Good Morning." She smiled up at him.
"What time is it?" He asked frantically. She smiled again, she knew he was wondering about work.
"11:23 am Eastern Standard Time." Adhara announced with a smile on her face.
"I'm late for work." Spence said abruptly.
"No you're not. Uncle Arron called here, and when I answered the phone, he instantly told me to relay the message that you had the day
off." She explained.
"I havn't had a day off in ..." He trailed off.
"Two years." She finished for him. "Uncle Arron" was said for explaination.
"Oh." He said shifting so she could sit up properly. Her hair, which was as long as hell was pretty much entangled around both of them, which was really funny. So with lots of wincing and pain, they detangled themselves. She stood up and straightened out her yellow sundress, and organized her hair. "What would you like to have for breakfast?" She asked him.
"Huh?" He asked.
"I like to cook, you look as if you need at least 10 square meals in you, and it's your day off. I'm treating you to at least breakfast, lunch and dinner. Not to mention, some downtime. So I'm treating you to a day of food and fun. You need it, honey." She told him. She put my hand out. He took it and stood up. "You go take a shower, and get presentable, and put some ice on those eyes, they look puffy. I'm going to go to the market, get some groceries, stop by my house and get freshened up. I'll be back in least an hour. Alright. Then it's Spencer day, okay?" She smiled.

"Okay, Adhara." He said smiling.

I blog while I drink my coffee.

To whom ever commented my blog, Thank you. I appreciate the thought, so in turn I blog for you today.

There are days when you just don't want to do anything but laze about, right? Its at these times when our minds wander the most. Times when you wish your mind didn't wander,but alas, you have no control over that. There are times when the deepest thinks you have are the darkest thinks you have. And soon, you are so accustomed to thinking the darkest and deepest thinks, that you think these thinks all the time. It overwhelms you and takes over you, and you become addicted. You begin to have revelations on these thinks, and you begin to cross into self doubt that you can't do things any more. My Uncle called today while I was thinking. Apparently a killer with multiple personality disorder kidnapped Spencer. He went by the name Tobias. His other personalities thought that he was doing God's work, and it was God's will that compelled him to do his nasty work. But in the end it was God's Will that killed him. Spencer killed Tobias in self defence. I hope I can help Spencer. I hope he'll give me a call.

The phone rang. I hope it's Spencer.

"Adhara?"
"Yes?"
"It's Spencer. I could go for some coffee right about now."
"You Okay?"
"I don't think so."
"You need a stranger to talk to?"
"Yeah."
"Give me the address and I'll find you."
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He rambled off the address and I mapquested it. I got off the phone and drove as quickly as I could to help someone.

Uncle Arron

"Hello? Adhara here."
"Adhara, would you like to visit me at the office?"
"Wait, what? Come visit you at the BAU office?"
"Sure why not. It's slow here and I think Haley is planning on bringing Jack by."
"Jack-Jack?! I love little Jack-Jack! Sure, I'll come scope out the new cop shop."
"I'll give Haley a call, she'll get in touch with you, and you two should come see me. It's boring as hell here."
"Okay Uncle Hotch."

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"Hey Aunt Haley"
"Adhara, you ready?"
"'Yeah. Just waiting on you to get here."
"I'm here already, I'm downstairs."
"Oh snap, let me lock up."
"Okay kid, let's go."

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A smile broke out on my face as the elevator went up. Haley could tell I was nervous, I was practically dancing in my boots. I think Haley was nervous too, because she kept looking at my newly died pink hair. My hair is knee length long, so I'm forever keeping it up. Today it's in pigtails. High pigtails, like the girls in Japan. I think she was more nervous about the looks the other agents were giving me then over my hair. I was wearing tight straight leg jean with 3 inch yellow peak-a-boo toe heels, a black vest over a Renaissance style top, and really big sunglasses.

Okay, I'm different.

The elevator stopped and the doors opened and I could see the bull pen. I could see Uncle Arron. I could see...

Spencer and the Handsome Devil? I walked past the two men that I kinda new and went up to Uncle Arron and gave him a big giant bear hug. Lucky me, I got a bear hug back and got spinned around.

"Uncle Hotch, put me down, you big oaf!" I screamed at my "Uncle". His agents were staring at me. Especially HD and Spencer.
"Nice hair kid, how many boxes of hair dye did it take?" He asked with a smile on his face.
"It took seven, thank you very much." I pouted.
"Hows Lucius and Uri?" He asked about his godsons.
"They're Lucius and Uri." Which is my normal response to this question.
"Seriously, Adhara." Which is his normal rebuttal.
"Lucius is fine, he still can't hear but he's fine. Rich as hell, but fine and deaf. And Uri came out of the closet finally." I told him with a smile.
"I don't think David was too pleased with that." Uncle Hotch said with a worry line in his forehead. Spencer and HD were still staring.
"He's happy that Uri is really being himself now." I said picking my words carefully.
"How's you're mother?" Haley asked, interrupting the interrogation from my Godfather. Hotch took Jack from her and held Jack on his hip.
"She was finally institutionalized." I told them, a little sad.
"I'm sorry Adhara." Haley said with a sympathetic tone.
"She's better there." I said quietly. Then to Hotch, I signed in sign language.

Who's the young guy. He looks familiar. I think he bumped into my table at Starbucks.

"Guys gather round, bef0re I take these three into the office for coffee." Hotch yelled at his team. Every one stood over by us.
"Mmmm, Coffee." I said happily. I live for coffee.
"Yes, yes Addy, we know you like coffee." Hotch said, still smiling. "Haley you know everybody. Team this is my Goddaughter, Spencer paled at that. I smiled a lot., Adhara McCain. Her father and I used to practice law together. Adhara this is Special Agent Jason Gideon, he has just about the same authority as I do on the team. Special Agent Derek Morgan, you'd like him, I bet you can out shoot him."

I smiled like the Cheshire Cat. "I bet I could too."

Hotch continued. "This is Special Agent Emily Prentiss, she handles languages." He pointed to one of the blond girls, "This is Special Agent Jennifer Jareau or JJ." She flashed a smile that could rival mine. "And this is FBI Audio/Visual Technician Penelope Garcia. If you need something found on the Internet, she can find it for you."

"Nifty, so if I wanted a Vera Bradley purse, I could get on for really cheap on EBay?" I asked her. I have a fascination with Vera Bradley.

"Yeah. I could do that." She told me all perky like.
"I like her, Uncle Hotch. "
"We all do Adhara, and this is Special Agent Dr. Spencer Reid, the local genius." Spencer gave me a small wave before I spoke.
"You owe me a tour of Quantico, I owe you a coffee. Speaking of coffee, I'm thirsty." I told Uncle Hotch.
"Okay, okay, Adhara needs coffee."
"Damn Straight." I said.
"Adhara! Jack's here." Haley said walking to Hotch's office.
"Sorry Haley. It was nice meeting you all." I said as Hotch led me away by the forearm.
"So how do you know Reid, Adhara?"
"I gave him my phone number."
"YOU WHAT!"

I looked back, waved at Spencer, who I was happy to see was beat red.

A Coffee Break During Moving

Now that I've moved to Quantico, I suppose I could finally introduce myself. My name is Adhara McCain. Please, what ever you do, don't ask me about my name, it is derived from Arabic عذارى ('adhara) meaning "maidens". This is the name of the second brightest star (after Sirius) in the constellation Canis Major. I don't know why my parents named me that, but hell, I've lived with it this long.

Which leads me into my second paragraph. I'm 23 years old. I grew up in Seattle, Washington with my parents, David and Elizabeth McCain. I have two younger brothers, twins Lucius and Uri. I swear, my mother had a thing for names. We grew up in what some could call the upper-middle class. Which meant that we got cars for our birthdays but we had to have a job to maintain those cars. We grew up a suburb of Seattle, dog included. We're a pretty normal bunch, us McCain's. But however I was always the odd one out.

My parents, like any other parents had high expectations for their children, especially their first born. They wanted me to be a successful businesswoman, but no matter what, I never lived up to those expectations. We fought constantly, but then again, what family doesn't fight? Nevertheless I was not the daughter they wanted, I guess. Whenever I was younger I remember doodling all over my math homework, and I'd get in trouble for it because my parents said that doodling was for people incapable of getting their point across. It showed in my school work though. While I excelled at anything linked with the arts; creative writing, art, and music, I lacked in knowledge in math, science and history.

So this is how I wound up on my own, here in this small little Starbucks in Quantico, Virgina. I finally got enough cash and enough courage to move out on my own. I wanted to be far enough from my parents that I wouldn't have to visit them at least enough, but close enough so that I would only have visit like once or twice a year. I also wanted to be close to a city, and well, Washington DC is close enough.

So I'm sitting in a booth with my laptop and my white chocolate mocha chino with extra whipped cream. I'm people watching. In fact two young men are walking in the cafe right now. One is a muscular black male, my he's quite a stud, but not really my type. I don't really go for looks. I go for intelligence and sincerity. That's what gets my heart pounding. The Handsome Devil is accompanied by a skinny white male around my age. Oh look at those glasses, quite darling really. I shall call him Slim. They are both wearing a weapon. Most people can't tell if some one's carrying, but I can. I was born and raised in Seattle. I wonder if they are cops or something. They pass by me, Mr. Handsome smiling at with a devilish smirk. I wonder whats up with that.

They order their drinks when I pick up pieces of their conversation.

"Hey Reid, did you see that girl with the laptop." The Handsome Devil asked Slim.
"Yes Morgan." Slim replied back.
"She looks about your age," HD told Slim suggestively.
"Morgan, really I don't-" Slim said. Here I immediately smiled. Aww he's shy, I thought to myself.
"Reid, seriously, you need to get yourself a girl, or something. You're stressed out."
"SPENCER, DEREK, YOUR ORDER'S UP!" The Barrister yelled as I took a sip of coffee.

The two were heading toward the door as I set my coffee down on the table. I wish I'd seen it coming, but I'm not that cognitive as an artist. Slim's shoe laces had come untied, and just as I made eye contact with the young man in glasses and flashed him a smile, the poor lad tripped over his laces, knocking my table, causing my coffee to become air born, and add to the puddle of coffee on the floor.

"Oh my goodness, let my help you out there, darling." I said to Slim rushing to get up. Great, I thought, my southern drawl and my tendency to talk like a Huddle House waitress attacked me.
"No, no, it's alright, it's my fault really." Slim said.
"Nah, hun, It's my fault, I left the coffee right at the edge," I told him. "No harm, no foul. My name's Adhara McCain." I smiled my brightest smile, which I'm known for.
"Spencer Reid. Look I can get you another drink if you'd like..." Spencer started off.
" There was just a swallow left in that. Don't worry about it." I said. At that, HD came back with a barrister and a mop to clean up the mess that Spencer's drink left.
"Reid, we'd better get going." HD told Slim.
"Okay okay," Spencer said, a little glum that he wouldn't be getting coffee after all. I had an idea. I rushed through my purse and got out an ink pen. I grabbed at Spencer's hand and jotted down my cell phone number.
"I'm new in town, just finishing the moving process actually, and I'd like a tour of Quantico. So lets make a deal. Next time you get the urge for coffee, call my number, you supply the tour and I'll supply the coffee. Sound like a plan to you?" I asked Spencer. Look at me go, I'm asking him on a date just like five minutes after I met him.
"That actually sounds like a good plan to me, Adhara." Spencer said, smiling back. "I've got to head back to the office, but I'll give you a call if I have some free time."
"Sure, that would be lovely." I said. As the two gentlemen walked out the door of the Quantico Starbucks, I heard HD say, "We'll I be damned, Reid just got a phone number."
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