Who: Reid and Gideon, and Hotch later on. What: Reid runs into his former boss after having him disappear years ago with little more than a letter address to him personally. Needless to say, both are a little stunned, which triggers an extreme reaction with Gideon. When: Monday morning. Where: The corridors nearby Reid's office. Rating: PG for now.
It had been a few days since Hotch had arrived, and Reid was grateful to see his face around the hospital, to share lunch with him in the cafeteria and have coffee in the breakroom. It was strange, he had always wondered what his relationship with his team mates would be like should they not spend every waking hour chasing psychotic serial offenders across the country and living out of each other's suitcases. Apparently, he and Hotch would've had a good relationship, warm and conversational. He actually enjoyed it, though... he did wish perhaps some other members of the team were here, particularly Morgan. He missed Morgan terribly.
After another night of sleeping on his couch, Reid made himself a coffee in the break room before heading back to his office to drink it there. He had run into Hotch in the staff room, and the man had asked with his help with a patient. Honestly, he wanted to run over Liv's profile with him too, perhaps Valerie's too, and see what he thought, so he had agreed to meet him in his office shortly after. Hotch needed to run back to his office quickly and grab his files. Afterward, it looked like it would be going through files for the rest of the day. He had a lot of paperwork to get through, including a new patient having been added to his list. A man who went solely by the name Jason, no last name or identity known, which meant he had the task of finding out who this man was, where he came from, and his story.
Jason... the name meant healer or God's salvation in Hebrew, he knew as much because, not only were names something of a hobby of his, but his former boss Jason Gideon had shared the name. He liked the name, in all honesty, it was strong and powerful, and it was all he had to go on about his new patient currently, besides a detailed list of possible mental conditions he believed he was experiencing when he handed himself in.
That was another thing that had surprised Reid... not many patients checked themselves in to mental asylums - about five per cent, actually. They were usually those who had a prior knowledge of medical conditions, such as psychiatrists or doctors, or those who were hypochondriacs, or simply those who accepted what was happening to them. Given the fact that his patient had listed himself as being in his fifties, any of those could be possible.
He rounded a corner toward his office, catching sight of a man at the other end of the hall, who was stood with his back to Reid looking up at a painting. He smiled softly to himself, stepping up six or eight feet behind him to take the handle of his office door and open it. He had always liked that picture, and was somewhat glad his office was right next to it. It was a pleasant thing to see every morning.