Spencer Reid Mga Nobela at Kwento

Spencer looks pissed off. “Alfred! Don't spread rumors.” “Alfred, don't be afraid and tell me the truth.” And that's how I came to learn something new and refreshing about Spencer. Apparently, he was too fascinated by the drag queens in his childhood. He admired them so much that he tried applying make-up once but ended up looking like a failed art experiment. His family had a good time doing a photoshoot with him. Spencer looks absolutely pissed off as Alfred outs his vulnerable past so easily.

“I’ll come pick you up for school tomorrow.” “Okay!” After the door closed, Felix returned to his apartment on the twenty-seventh floor. His phone rang almost immediately. “Mr. Gibson, we have an update. Ms. Spencer has returned home. Peter Warren and his daughter are still in Danesia.” “What’s Peter’s attitude toward her?” “We got a few photos. Ms. Spencer looked devastated. It appears Mr. Warren has cut things off with her.” “Understood.” “Would you like us to send you the photos?”

"Mr. Kirkland is a patriotic businessman who has donated a lot of supplies to the military. Of course he's the perfect guy." Spencer snapped. "As if I don't donate enough." "Spencer," Jacob said with resignation, "why are you comparing yourself to him? Since when did you become so competitive?" Frustrated, Spencer said, "I'm hanging up." Hearing the end dial tone, Jacob shook his head in exasperation. To his surprise, Spencer called again two hours later. "Spencer?" Spencer's voice was firm. "Find a way to get me to the base."

I’d hoped his willingness to release Jason after the assassination attempt meant that he was starting to warm, but it seems that I was sorely mistaken. “Unbelievable,” I say quietly. “This is simply unbelievable. You know what you are, Spencer? You’re every bit, every ounce as cold and calculating and utterly emotionless as your parents have always said you are. I’m not surprised this is how you’ve turned out. You’re exactly what they’ve always known you are.” I stare at Spencer, hoping my words can at least rile up the slightest trace of emotion in him. But the only reaction I get from him is the tilt of his head and a faint raise of an eyebrow.