Spencer Reid unknown brain tumour
"Dr Reid? Are you alright?"
"[rubs forehead] Did you know that you're the first person to ask me that?"
"Wh-Agent Hotchner never?"
"No. Anyway, with how everything is going, I'm here to give you my resignation."
"...What is it?"
"...Brain tumour. Terminal."
"I'm sorry."
"Me too."
"I'll file it as soon as possible. Goodbye Dr Reid."
"Goodbye, Assistant Director Sheppard."
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"Aaron?"
"Not now, Reid. I'm busy!"
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Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock,
Jessica and Jack both looked at the door and ran to open the door. As Jessica opened the door, she gasped, covering her mouth in shock.
"Sp-Spencer?" She whispered.
"Papa?" Jack whimpered. The man before them looked haggard and pale. Dark bags under his eyes and incredible weight loss was evident as they saw him.
"Hi Jess, Jack-Jack." Spencer smiled sadly.
"Papa? What's wrong?"
"Can...Can we do this inside?" Jessica nodded and stepped back allowing Spencer to enter. Jack wrapped around his legs, gripping tightly. Spencer carefully removed Jack's arms from his legs before kneeling in front of him.
"Jack. I'm sick..." Spencer began before Jack cut him off.
"Aunt Jessica can make chicken soup and you can sleep in the bedroom!"
"Jack. I can't get better with chicken soup."
"...What do you mean, Papa?!" Jack cried.
"Jack...I'm sorry but I have to go away."
"To where? And how long?" Jack whispered through his tears.
"To heaven, Jack-Jack..."
"NO! NO! You can't go! Heaven is forever! You can't go! NO!" Jack yelled as he barrelled into Spencer. Jack's head hide the crook of Spencer's neck and tears began to fall down Jack's face. Jack cried himself to sleep and Spencer walked towards Jack's bedroom and tucked him into bed.
"Spencer?" Jessica found her voice.
"Yeah?"
"What...What is it?"
"A brain tumour. They...uh... found it too late to do anything and [deep inhale and exhale] it's too big to do chemotherapy or radiotherapy."
"Does...Does Aaron know?" Jessica asked.
"...No. But it's not like he really cares anyway."
"Why do you say that?"
"I found out about the tumour after Emily 'died' but I looked sick before that. No-one said anything and when Emily came back... She accused me of trying to give her another ulcer. Because I resigned, my phone's been blowing up and do you want to see what it says?"
JJ: Stop being so childish!
Aaron: Reid. That is enough.
Morgan: Pretty Boy! What the hell!
Emily: You're giving me another ulcer!
JJ: Iys yoie failr (Its your fault)
Rossi: Kid. Seriously?
Emily: You're acting like a child!
Aaron: Reid. You have gone too far. We couldn't tell you and I already said that if you are to blame someone, it's me.
"Spencer..."
"It's fine. Just give this to Aaron and this one to Jack." Spencer handed two letters to Jessica, one in a cream envelope and the other in a dinosaur covered envelope.
"Dr Reid! Dr Reid!"
"Move! I have the key!" The door opened and the landlord and her sister came instead. On the floor before them lay Spencer Reid, body angled as if he collapsed standing. The landlord place two fingers at his pulse but felt nothing. She looked at her sister and shook her head.
Aaron looked at the letter in front of him in mute horror.
Dear Aaron,
When you get this, I'll be gone. Two months ago, I found out I had a brain tumour and every time I tried to talk to you, you dismissed me. The tumour is terminal because not only was it found too late but it was also too big to be treated. I sent a letter to Mum about it but I can't help but to notice the irony. My brain, the thing I am recognised for, is killing me.
I knew. I knew that Emily wasn't really dead because if she was then why not tell Jack. But I hate what you all did. You all acted like I was being childish for feeling something. And not only that but I was accused of causing an ulcer when I wasn't even there.
As I write this, my eyes are tearing up and I just want to be able to hold Jack one last time. Jack has his own letter and I'm going to miss you both.
I loved you and I'm sorry.
Spencer.