Dr. Spencer Reid

"...I don't believe that intelligence can be accurately quantified, but I do have an IQ of 187, an eidetic memory, and can read 20,000 words per minute...                              ...Yes, I'm a Genius." Indie Spencer Reid Blog from the TV Show Criminal MindsFaceclaim: Matthew Gray GublerTag Track: myeideticmemory

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The Behavioral Analysis Unit

The Behavioral Analysis Unit (BAU) is a department of the United States Federal Bureau of Investigation’s National Center for the Analysis of Violent Crime (NCAVC) that uses behavioral sciences to assist in criminal investigations. 

The mission of the NCAVC and the BAUs is to provide behavioral based investigative and/or operational support by applying case experience, research, and training to complex and time-sensitive crimes, typically involving acts or threats of violence.

The BAU consists of five units:

Behavioral Analysis Unit 1 (counterterrorism, arson and bombing matters);

Behavioral Analysis Unit 2 (threats, cyber, white collar crime, and public corruption);

Behavioral Analysis Unit 3 (crimes against children);

Behavioral Analysis Unit 4 (crimes against adults);

Behavioral Research and Instruction Unit.

The Operations Support Branch (OSB) contains three main units:

Crisis Management Unit

Special Events Management Unit

Rapid Deployment & Technology Unit

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Cardigans.  by chainSMA

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Criminal Minds: Dr. Spencer Reid  by GI-Ace

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Criminal Minds 10x01: Reid and Callahan talking about twerking

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I love Kate Callahan already.

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{{ Is it just me or do Kate and Spencer have the same haircut? }}

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              The near collision was enough to awaken the blonde from her             rather clouded mind, her hands instantly lifting to fend off any             projectiles until the familiar sound of a cup falling to the concrete             causes a groan to fall from her lips. Oh, she made him drop his             coffee. It doesn’t sit well in her stomach as she looks toward him             and his rather staggering armful of what appeared to be paper-             work. He clearly had a lot on his plate right now and losing his             coffee was the least of his worries. But everyone needed the             small joys in life and she was afraid she’d just robbed him of one.

                              ” Please, no I’m the one that’s sorry, I was                               not paying attention here—Hi. “

            The greeting has a brilliant smile curving her lips, their eyes             meeting briefly before she looks around and finds that only             coffee seems to be the casualty in their rather tumultuous              meeting. Adjusting her bag on her shoulder, Gwen’s hands             lift to smooth her hair out of her face before looking to the             man with an apologetic expression, feeling terrible she had             made him lose his morning pick-me-up.

                              ” No you didn’t, I did—please let me replace                               your coffee, its the least I can do for making                               you drop it and without it scalding me. I insist. “

     Oh. She's smiling.            Spencer blinks again, clutching his case files            a bit tighter to hide his confusion.                           Statistically, only about 3.6% of women                          Reid meets in any given circumstance                          actually smile at him.                                             And the Data is skewed                                             by the repeated necessity                                             of interviewing prostitutes, so....       "...you.... you want to replace my Coffee?"            The genius replies at last, glancing down            to the spreading stain on the sidewalk.            It hadn't been his first cup of the day            (nor would it be his last), but            at least it hadn't come from the            police station's ancient Mr. Coffee machine.        "Y'know, that's... really, that's not necessary, it's--"           Oh, but she's insisting. Spencer bites his lower lip,           brow wrinkling uncertainly as his gaze flickers over           the young woman (well-groomed, book bag, student,           most likely post-graduate studies judging by the intern           badge clipped to her lapel) and her earnest expression.           The genius silently wonders what Morgan would do, but...                                   No, nevermind, forget that.                                   He knows exactly what Derek would do.     Still...          It's unfair to expect this young woman to buy him coffee,           particularly when the collision was just an accident.           Taking a moment longer to think, Reid finally offers a compromise.      "...You can buy me another coffee,                                         if I can buy you one, too.                                                                           ....Is that Ok?" 

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Between killing and dying there’s a third way: live

Christa Wolf, Kassandra

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Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts. I was better after I had cried, than before—more sorry, more aware of my own ingratitude, more gentle.

Charles Dickens, Great Expectations

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A good library will never be too neat, or too dusty, because somebody will always be in it, taking books off the shelves and staying up late reading them.

Lemony Snicket, Horseradish: Bitter Truths You Can’t Avoid (via observando)