Dr Spencer Reid Quotes Novels & Stories

All he left behind was a message. "What message?" A sudden sense of dread gripped Naomi. Dr. Reed unlocked my phone and played the recording Spencer had left behind. "Naomi, I'm gone. No matter what mistakes I've made, I've already paid the price for them. I hate all of you. From now on, I only hope we never meet again. I regret ever knowing you. Back when we were five years old, I shouldn't have shared that umbrella with you." The short message crackled through the speaker, every word dripping with hatred and despair.

Spencer smiled and replied, "There must be a mistake because I have never once said that I am going to turn myself in!" Dorian's jaw dropped, and he continued to stare at Spencer in sheer astonishment. It took him a few seconds to comprehend what Spencer said, at which point he could hear a strange ringing in his ears and felt the sweat dripping down his face quicker than before. As much as he tried, he could no longer hide the alarm and dismay on his face now!

I trace my fingers around the letters sometimes, and wonder what it will be like to have a little girl of my own someday. Spencer threw the belt from the study into the fire, saying he doesn’t need that anymore either. He says that discipline doesn’t need to be cruel to be kind, and some rules are made to be broken. That’s life he says. The thought of his hand on my ass still gives me tickles, and I think that maybe I’ll have to be a naughty girl some time, just to go over his knee again. I really am dirty these days, and that’s ok too.

And then I was completely confused. The doctors looked at me in amazement, and Ivor was frowning, and I didn't know if he was angry or surprised. “Oh… oh… good afternoon,” I whiffed the chief doctor's hand. “Sorry, I was so surprised I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw you, Dr. Spencer. I've read so many articles about you and your achievements, I really admire you.” The chief doctor laughed, the air between us became more comfortable, and I whispered.

I said as we waited for the elevator. "She's a good bartender, and people like that don't always earn what they should." He said as simply as if everyone should understand this simple truth. "Noah Spencer, correcting the injustices of this world one at a time," I teased. He didn't respond until the elevator doors had opened and we were inside. I pushed the button for my floor, and the car began to lumber upwards.

Spencer lamented, “Sir… I’ll really die if I have to keep drinking…” Charlie waved his hand carelessly and said, “Don’t worry, you won’t die. If you really do, you can just come to me.” “T-That’s…” Spencer was desperate. Flustered, he thought ‘If I die, how can I possibly go to you?!’

“You and I both just came back from the dead. We’re well past the realm of reality, aren’t we?” “We can’t be stupid here, Ivy,” Spencer says. “Obviously I don’t want to shed anymore blood, but a couple more drops may be inevitable.” I shake my head, pacing back and forth in a restless circle. “No, they’re not. We could make things better. I truly believe that.” “I admire your optimism,” Spencer says, smiling faintly. “I wish I could believe that too.”

She had walked out quietly that day, her shoulders slumped, but I didn’t care. Now the memory cut me open. My hand trembled as I reached for the glass again. “Hey, man.” The voice startled me. I turned, my face set in irritation. A stranger stood beside me, middle-aged, with a friendly grin that didn’t match the seriousness in his eyes. He picked up the empty stool next to mine and settled down. “I know you,” he continued, ignoring my glare. “You’re Dr. Spencer, the renowned neurosurgeon… and the one who just lost his wife.”

"It wanted to be a feature." He stared at her. "You're going to say spaces talk to you," he said. "Spaces talk to you if you listen." "I design buildings," he said. "I've been saying that for years and nobody believes me." He pointed at her. "I'm telling Reid you exist." She laughed. They sat on the twenty second floor with their coffees between them and talked for forty five minutes about buildings and light and the particular problem of designing spaces for people who didn't know yet what they needed from them.

Keegan replied cryptically, "Just some guy stuff." Stella snorted, suspecting the nature of their conversation, 'He must have been sharing one of those embarrassing stories from school. If Spencer ever marries, I have a few tales of my own to share with his bride.' Reflecting on Spencer's parting words, Keegan felt amused yet challenged. Spencer had quipped, 'Marriage is love's graveyard. Let's see how long you last. If you ever grow tired of each other, I'll be waiting. But try to keep her in your "graveyard" forever, if you can.'