Spencer Reid

[0_0_7]

He'd been tailing the young agent. FBI, brilliant, broken. It was the perfect time to make his move and after spending quite a good portion of time reading up on Dr. Spencer Reid, Bond tracked him down on campus. He stood in the back of the lecture hall and when the class let out he approached the young teacher.

"Dr. Reid," he said, his tone warm and familiar, as if they'd met before. "Can I invite you to tea? I'd like to speak with you."

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[dr_spencer_reid]

"I guess..." Spencer replied awkwardly, considering that, and then shrugging. "I don't think I'm the kind of person you usually socialize with though. Not dressed like that anyway."

[0_0_7]

"You're very astute. But I find I associate with quite a few people, everyday in fact, who do not dress the way I do. Are you really so concerned you and I might not be friends? I wasn't suggesting you like me. Merely that you might find a comrade. We have quite a few brilliant minds in Q Branch. Some I'm sure you'd have things in common with them," he said, lilting up as if it were half question, half suggestion.

[dr_spencer_reid]

"I don't need friends, I'm fine. I have my team back home, waiting for me. ...I don't plan on staying here long, Mr. Bond," Spencer said quietly.

[0_0_7]

"You really hold out so much hope, Dr. Reid?" Bond asked, quiet but not unkind. "You could do good work here as well. You could help stop men who kill thousands. You can prevent other's from going through hell."

[dr_spencer_reid]

"That's not- That's not fair," Spencer said quietly. "I save people all the time. I don't- I don't know if working for MI6 is something I could do though. ...And I am leaving London eventually. I have people who care about me back home. I have a job I need to go back to."

[0_0_7]

"There are quite a few options available to you. You could come in as a consultant. For one simple fee you could review one case. Your help really would be invaluable," Bond pressed gently. "Certainly nothing that would hinder a return to your homeland when the time comes. I understand you joined the Behavioral Analysis unit quite young. I've seen your file, you're remarkable. You shouldn't let that talent go to waste, Dr. Reid."

[dr_spencer_reid]

Spencer was silent for a long moment, then wet his lips.

"One case. I'll work on one case, but- Not tonight. I need time to- I just need some time," he said quietly.

[0_0_7]

"Understood. We do have one dossier that is of some importance. A man named Vesque may be dealing in forgotten stores of Soviet biological weapons," Bond said, lowering his voice. "The sooner you could make yourself ready, the better."

[dr_spencer_reid]

Spencer nodded, but was still too shut down to push himself.

"How can I contact you?" he asked quietly.

[0_0_7]

Bond reached into his pocket and produced a card. It was the simplest, most unadorned card stock with nothing more than a phone number and the address of HQ printed on it. But then Bond flipped it over, produced a pen, and wrote his own number on the back. If they needed an asset groomed, he really was the man for that.

"Call me any time," he said. "And if you call the main switchboard ask for Eve Moneypenny. She'll get you sorted."

[dr_spencer_reid]

Spencer nodded, committing that to memory and then getting to his feet without even ordering.

He was so nervous that he nearly tripped over his own feet, and he looked embarrassed as he awkwardly waved.

"I'll be in touch soon," he said.

[0_0_7]

"I should hope so, Dr. Reid," Bond said, keeping his seat. He was aware of the need for escape, and for dignity. He afforded Dr. Reid both. He had the agreement that he'd come for.