Spencer Reid Fbi Vest Novels & Stories

I just got irritated playing it, so I threw my phone on the other side of the bed. I positioned myself at the end of the bed before letting my hair hang over the edge. I closed my eyes and tried breathing in and out before I opened them again and reached for his ID. I picked it up with both hands and carefully read its ID. He's wearing formal attire on his ID picture. "Hector Ansel Miranda...hmmm manly name but I'm not sure maybe you're gay like your brother," I whispered and turned it over. My eyes widened as I just realized it was an FBI ID. I quickly read the front of it again. "Deputy Special Agent in Charge (FBI) Hector Ansel Miranda..." I remained dumbfounded for a moment before it all

“Of course.” She stepped out of the car, heels clicking against the pavement, already confident she was winning something she didn’t yet understand. Reid waited until the apartment doors closed behind her before driving away. Only then did his expression change. The smile vanished. *** Back at his own apartment, the lights stayed off. Reid moved through the space without switching anything on, muscle memory guiding him. He loosened his tie, tossed it aside, stripped off the tailored suit that screamed Reid Carter, CEO, and pulled on a dark hoodie instead, plain, worn, anonymous. The hood came up, shadowing his face.