Spencer Reid Apartment Novels & Stories

I grabbed my phone and called the property manager for a luxury apartment at once. Samuel tried to snatch my phone away from me. I swerved and turned my back to him, quickly speaking into the phone. The manager then exclaimed and said, "Ms. Caroline Whitaker, the unit you're referring to isn't housing just a lady and her two children, miss. A family of six is living there." At once, I recalled having briefly met Samson's in-laws back when he was still alive, and I felt goosebumps spreading all over my body.

Yet, I wanted her to have a chance at happiness if I could help her find it. Spencer’s movements were tense and robotic. He had to be feeling just as much anxiety as I was. Although, he had happy memories with my mom. He would recall her as the way she was, which meant he was in for a shock when he saw her. I wasn’t sure which of us had it worse. I witnessed her descent into madness. For him it came as a surprise. “This is it,” Spencer said as he stopped in front of a door. We were in another wing of the sprawling home and I wondered what the design purpose was for having random bedrooms spread throughout the place.

Pike steps onto the front porch of the vet's office, and I immediately raise my hand, nod, and wave as we pull away. "I live over in Kensington Place." Spencer mentions the brand-new fancy apartments Pierce finished construction on last year. "Can I make up for this adventurous morning by cooking lunch?" "I don't know. I just witnessed a grown man eat dog treats as a snack. It needs to be a really delicious lunch." Spencer makes a left and chuckles once. "I'd better order out then."

PHILANTHROPIST Maria was left flabbergasted after she went to check out the apartment Reid had offered her on platter of gold. It was hard to think that he's so rich he could give away generous gifts like that. Yes she knew he was wealthy but this was the first time she had experienced it firsthand. Reid's condo was bigger than she had imagined, leaving her agape and filling her with a feeling of intimidation. The apartment he had offered her which was a sub section of his Condo was a two bedroom apartment which easily twartled her expectations. It was painted grey and white and had a few appliances already set in. Although she still had to get things like curtains, rugs, mattress and common

"Of course. I'm sorry. As long as we're not out there driving, that's what counts. Thanks for being so careful, Spencer." "That's okay, Carole. We'll make the best of it. Okay, room #16. He said it's the end one on the second floor, right above #8." Spencer parked in front of the end unit, the number '8' on the door barely visible through the heavily falling snow. He grabbed their two bags from the trunk and locked up as Peri and Carole made their way up the rickety stairs at the end of the building. Peri checked the room number and used the old-fashioned key to open the door. The three of them trudged in, brushing the snow off their coats.

With a stiff nod, Spencer begins marching toward the house with me on his heels. After over a day of working with Adam—on headphones this time, because I couldn’t risk him making a foolish statement that Rory would overhear again—we’d finally been able to get a more recent address attached to the shooter’s name because all others were outdated and already had other people living there. Spencer has taken today off work so that we can come and check out the place. He’s got men standing outside the car behind us, waiting for the slightest sign of danger to step in, which is why I hadn’t been so put off by him joining me.

But in this place, I don't think I'll make it. - See the apartment first. After, we'll talk about numbers. You may be surprised. Saphira was doubtful but followed Sousa to the elevator. When he opens the apartment door, Saphira is delighted. This was more than she could dream of. Her old Texas apartment, which she had rented after having to sell her parents' house, could fit in there twice. - This is the room. Unfortunately, it does not have an entrance hall, but the view from the balcony compensates for this absence. The porch is…

“Fine. But go shrug on a sweater. It’s a little chilly outside.” I smile up at Spencer, planting a loud peck on his cheeks before racing back to my room. In another ten minutes, we are out of the house, with Roman's address in the GPS. Spencer gives me a million and one pieces of advice before he lets me go. And he makes me promise to leave my phone on. Like I have no plans to turn it off in the first place. Roman's apartment is a little building on one side of the road. I knock on the door twice, and after getting no response, I push it open, letting myself in.

They issued an eviction notice but there was no reply, so he was there to drop the papers off personally. I spoke with him for a few more minutes while Tony got out of the shower and dressed. After we hung up Tony and I got in the car and drove over to the apartment that used to be Spencer’s. I had my laptop with me so Tony could watch on the monitors and tell me if Ruby arrives. I went into the apartment after shutting down her security system and got straight to work.

I said under my breath. “You have to relax, don't get too excited just yet,” Spencer said. I knew he was trying to keep me grounded, but it was hard. So hard. The house we arrived at next was smaller, more run-down, tucked between two old apartment buildings. Not exactly welcoming. Spencer knocked hard on the door. No answer. He knocked again. Finally, it opened just a crack. A woman peeked out, eyes wide and nervous. “Yes?” My eyes widened. “It's you.”