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So here is my next story. This one will be very different from the majority of the other stories I have written. Like the title suggests, it deals with the concept of reincarnation. It will not be religious/spiritual in nature, rather more like a fantasy story. Also, Reid will be the third leading character next to Morgan and Garcia, something I have not done in a long, long time. I hope you'll enjoy this story!
A HUGE shoutout to both CeeCee333 and ddgorgeous for all the help they have given me with this story. I appreciate it so much, ladies!
"Mom, you've been telling me this story since I was a baby," the eight year old boy complained to his mother as they sat on their living room couch. "How am I supposed to believe it?"
His mother smiled at her son and ran her fingers through his hair. "You can believe it because it's true," she said simply. "But I'm pleased you're questioning this. You should always question everything. Find the answers for yourself." She kissed his forehead. "Now, settle down, and I'll tell you the story before you go to sleep."
Her son huffed. "Do we have to?" he mumbled, sinking into his covers. "I've heard it every night since I was old enough to understand."
"Yes, we do have to," his mother retorted. "Because our family, and several others, is responsible for protecting these people. We're the ones who are going to save them." She kissed his forehead again. "In the beginning, during the height of the Ancient Egyptian empire, two people fell in love."
The young boy rolled his eyes. "And they fell in love, even though it was forbidden," he said, raising his hand to mimic his mother's mouth. "One of the Pharaoh's wives fell in love with one of his guards, and when the other wife found out, she reacted jealously. She and one of the other guard members told the Pharaoh, and they both died."
His mother raised an eyebrow and looked at her son expectantly. "Alright, then," she said. "Are you just going to tell the rest of it then?"
He sat up straight and nodded. "I will," he said, crossing his arms over his chest. "They both died, the jealous wife and another Pharaoh's guard member cursed them with an ancient Egyptian curse so that every time they were reincarnated in a new life, they would never be able to be together. The curse would kill them tragically, and the souls of those who cursed them would follow them through those lives to ensure the curse happens."
"Unless?" his mother prompted.
The boy rolled his eyes. "Unless they break the curse," he said. "But that's the problem, isn't it? No one knows how to break the curse, even the souls who follow them because no one truly remembers their past life."
"The Order is trying to figure out how, though," his mother rejoined. "And one day, you'll be part of the Order. You'll help try to find a way to save them from the curse."
Her young son arched a brow and readjusted his large glasses that covered the majority of his face. "How are we supposed to save them if we don't know the way to save them from the curse?"
"That's what the Order has to find out," his mother said. "When you're a part of it, you can try to save them."
He scrunched his face. "What do you mean try?" he asked.
"Well, no one has ever broken the curse, not in the three thousand years since the curse was enacted," his mother said. "Three thousand years is a long time, and no amount of searching through history has given us a way to save them from the never ending these souls go through every lifetime they live. If no one has done it in all those three thousand years, you likely won't succeed either."
Suddenly, her son sat up straight. Determination filled his features, and he said, "I will! I'll find a way to save them!"
His mother smiled at him, moving a stray lock of hair from his face. She cupped his chin, feeling proud that her son would be so confident, even the face of seemingly impassable odds. Of course he would say he did not believe it at the beginning of the night. In the end though, he believed the story.
"So now you believe it?" she teased.
Sheepishly, he pursed his lips. "Well, maybe I do," he admitted. "But I'm still going to find the answers myself."
She nodded. "Just like you should," she murmured. "You're so brave, and you're so smart. If anyone could find a way to save them, I believe it's you." Rising from the bed, she pulled the covers up over her son to his chin. She leaned down to kiss his forehead. "Sleep well, my love."
He took off his glasses and set them on the night table. Before his mother left the room, he squinted at her. "Do you really think I could save them?" he asked.
"I believe you could do anything," she responded, turning off the lights.
The young boy grew up.
Spencer Reid to this day believed in the story – something more than a story, though – his mother told him every night before he went to bed. He remembered his vow to her that he would save the souls in that story, and he finally had his opportunity. The Order, the families who vowed to follow through the centuries and attempt to save the soul mates of that original story, had found who they came back as and sent him to find them.
Now, he was in the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit, using his vast intellect he had gained over the years to help catch serial killers. He loved his work and being able to save people, but there were two people in particular he was most concerned with saving.
He prayed his mother would be lucid enough to understand what he accomplished when he saved the amatoribus. Since she was placed in the mental hospital, the only guidance he had been given were from others in the Order. They were good enough, but he wished he had his mother.
Snapping out of his daze as he thought about the Blue Ridge Strangler, Reid looked to his unit chief, Aaron Hotchner. He raised an eyebrow. "Yes, sir?" he asked.
Even though he did not smile, Reid could tell his new boss was amused with him. "You don't have to call me sir, Reid," he said. "Just call me Hotch."
Reid nodded. "Alright, Hotch," he said.
"We've got Morgan coming over in just a bit to help us, and we're –" he started to say.
Supervisory Special Agent Derek Morgan came up behind them with a cup of coffee. He held a file of photos, and he plopped them on the desk. "You ready to get to work?" he asked.
Reid nodded to his team member, one of the two he was meant to save. Before he glanced down at the photos, he caught sight of the curvy blonde in the corner of the BAU bullpen. Her back was to them as she rifled through a stack of papers.
Penelope Garcia, his two of two to save.
So far, Garcia and Morgan had not yet met, and Reid was still looking for a creative way to get them to unite. He hoped his friend would remember the criminal hacker they turned into their technical analyst, but with her hair a completely different color and a new wardrobe, it did not seem there would be a meeting unless one was orchestrated. He wanted the meeting between these two to be special, and simply introducing them would not make things unique. He looked back at the photos, knowing at some point they would need Garcia for something.
"Hey, what's that new tech girl's name?" Morgan asked as they continued trying to piece together a profile for the Blue Ridge Strangler.
Reid looked up at Morgan, and saw that he was looking at Penelope Garcia. Looking between the two, an idea sparked in his brain. He scrunched his face, feigning confusion. "Umm," he began. "Gomez, I think."
Despite desperately wanting to see how his work would pay off, Reid went back to looking at crime scene photos with Hotch.
"Hey, Gomez!" Morgan called out. He received no reply. Still, Reid did not look up. Hotch beside him silently observed the pictures, giving him a chance to listen, though.
Morgan tried again, this time with something Reid almost smacked himself in the forehead. "Hey, Baby Girl!"
Way to go with sexually harassing her, Morgan, Reid thought.
There was a silence between Morgan and Garcia before he heard anything else.
"Baby Girl?" she asked.
"Forgive me, I –" Derek began.
She cut him off before he could continue, though. "I've been called worse," she said, amused. "What can I do for you?"
So began Spencer Reid's journey to saving the amatoribus. All those years ago, Reid made a promise to his mother that he would save these two soul mates. Shortly afterward he made that same promise to the Order.
And Reid had every intention of succeeding.