chaos theory | a spencer reid fanfiction

one.

You were confident in the statement that your love life was pretty non-existent. Not by choice, obviously; since you were young you'd always been the hopeless romantic type, always hung up on fictional stories of love fueled tragedy, like Romeo and Juliet. You had taken a fondness to screaming breakup songs in your car on your way to work, often finding yourself sitting in the car in the parking lot for a few extra minutes.

Your life was also very bland and unnecessarily boring. Everyday was the same monotonous routine-
Wake up in the small cramped bedroom. Eat the same shitty tasting breakfast cereal you ate every morning before brushing your teeth to make the taste even worse.
Get dressed in the same old boring uniform-which you didn't see a use to since it was always covered with a lab coat-and head off to work.
Jam out to music that made your makeup run while stuck in a traffic jam, get yelled at by your boss for being late, then head to your lab station to find 6 million fresh evidence bags on the table for you to analyze (you were a forensic analyst for the [your hometown] police department). And it wasn't even cool evidence either, just finding fingerprints on t-shirts and cellphones.
Then when that was over you go home, strip down to your pajamas, turn on a romcom or horror movie, cry and eat ice cream, then go to sleep at 1:36 am just to wake up the next morning and do it all on repeat. Not to mention looking at old family photos that reminded you of a past with so many dark secrets and skeletons in the closet you desperately wanted to throw away and burn.
And to exaggerate on the fact of a terrible love life, none of your relationships seemed to work out. 9 months, 10 months, 2 months, a week, and most recently, a year and a half. It was like Cupid decided to take a day off whenever you went out to find any sort of love. Either that or he just decided you were the one he wanted to give the middle finger.
But today you had a new start. All of the work it took for you to get here seemed to be worth it, like you were finally back on track.
You'd just ended the year and a half long relationship with an extremely toxic, manipulative, mentally and verbally-and physically- abusive, borderline psychopathic ex-boyfriend who did not take it well, so it was a good thing you were leaving the state far far away from him. When you'd gotten the call about getting the job, it was like whatever god was above had answered your prayers.
Instead of your boring monotone job working at the PD, you were headed to Quantico Virginia to be an on-site forensic specialist and analyst with the FBI's famed Behavioral Analysis Unit. You'd be working in the FBI lab on normal days and local cases, but would be traveling with the team whenever out of state cases came up. It was like a dream come true; you could see everything you'd ever wanted to, travel, and get paid for it.
That perpetual smile landed on your face as you lugged the suitcases up the stairs of your apartment building and to the door. You opened it with a click, looking at the fresh looking apartment, only filled with a few basic pieces of furniture like a sofa and chair. A kitchenette was in the corner of the room, and a hallway branched out to lead to a much bigger bedroom than your last one and a cleaner bathroom than the last. You put your bags down inside and closed the door, waiting for your boxes to arrive tomorrow.
"Time for a fresh start."