Mother's Intuition

"..drabble #1 in a series. about spencey and his mom. please r&r!"

Spencer Reid sat up in his mother's bed late on a Saturday night. His mother always enjoyed reading to him, and the nights when Spencer had nightmares, he would go to his mother, and ask her to read. She was reading a collection of Edger Allen Poe stories to him, but Spencer wasn't really paying any attention to the poems. He just listened to his mother's voice, and pretended he wasn't afraid. The nightmares had stared to plague him ever since his father abandoned them, but when he woke up, he could never remember what they were about.

"Spencer, you're staring off again. What's got you worried?" Diana asked his son. She wrapped her arms around him, and he jolted at the sudden action. "What's wrong?" she whispered.

"Nothing, I'm just imagining the poem in my mind, Mom." he answered. Spencer had become a better liar about things like this after his father left. His mother needed him to be strong, and he didn't need her to be worried about him- he needed her to worry about herself.

"Oh,okay. Shall I continue,then?" she asked. Spencer shook his head yes, so she continued.

As Spencer listened to his mother's voice, he silently prayed that she would get better. He absolutely hated seeing his mother like this, and all he wanted was for her to be better again.

Silently, he yawned and closed his eyes. Before he even realized it, Spencer was sound asleep on his mother's lap......

".....ta-da! drabble #1! i like drabbles- they're short! please r&r!"