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dr_spencer_reidProfiling was something you couldn't just switch off. Spencer had tried, and he'd failed time and time again. He couldn't help it, his brain was programmed to notice certain things. The way someone walked, the words someone chose- they could tell Spencer so much, he could see so much.
He could do so much- and he'd realized, with a wave of guilt, that he shouldn't be using his abilities to work out which business man on his train was cheating on his spouse, or who had a history of alcohol abuse... He should be working again. Not teaching, but doing what he did best. He needed to go back to profiling, to helping people.
He'd spent the morning trying to figure out what to do. Did he go back to America? Back to a team that didn't exist? Did he become a full time consultant or find work in law enforcement here in London? He honestly had no idea.
He sat alone at a table in a small cafe beside his favourite bookshop, reading his way through a stack of books at what probably seemed like an inhuman pace to anyone who observed him. His eyes moved back and forth rapidly, taking it all in, as his right hand flipped the pages at a comfortable rhythm. He may not have known what direction he was going in life, but here and now, surrounded by books, he was in his element.
He could do so much- and he'd realized, with a wave of guilt, that he shouldn't be using his abilities to work out which business man on his train was cheating on his spouse, or who had a history of alcohol abuse... He should be working again. Not teaching, but doing what he did best. He needed to go back to profiling, to helping people.
He'd spent the morning trying to figure out what to do. Did he go back to America? Back to a team that didn't exist? Did he become a full time consultant or find work in law enforcement here in London? He honestly had no idea.
He sat alone at a table in a small cafe beside his favourite bookshop, reading his way through a stack of books at what probably seemed like an inhuman pace to anyone who observed him. His eyes moved back and forth rapidly, taking it all in, as his right hand flipped the pages at a comfortable rhythm. He may not have known what direction he was going in life, but here and now, surrounded by books, he was in his element.
