Spencer knew that what he was doing was wrong. He knew that he should have told them about Tobias shooting him up with Dilaudid. He knew that he shouldn't have stolen the vials off of Tobias' dead body and he certainly shouldn't have decided that carrying them in his messenger bag was a good idea.
He tried leaving the vials at home. He tried this as a test for himself. A way of saying that he didn't need it, that he wasn't addicted and that he could stoip at any time.
The first couple hours he immersed himself in his reports. He made sure that he kept his mind busy. By lunch time he felt like there were bugs in his viens, his skin was itchy and his head felt like it was going to explode. By break time he was bitchy and irritable. He knew when he left his apartment that this wasn't going to be easy and he knew that if he was going to keep this a secret he was going to have to do a lot better than he was..
Morgan watched the young genius from his desk. He'd been worried that maybe Reid had been reinstated at work too soon. He knew that the young man had been through a lot, and that he blamed himself for a lot. He knew that getting Reid to realize that it wasn't his fault and that it could have happened to any of them wasn't going toi be an easy task.
Spencer was watching the clock out of the corner of his eye. He needed to go home. He almost debated with the idea of telling Hotch that he wasn't feeling well and asking to go home. But he knew that he couldn't do that. He needed everyone (including Strauss who he knew was watching himn very closely) to believe that allowing him to come back to work hadn't been a mistake, that he was mentally, emotionally and physically healthy. So he just continued to work on his reports and clock watch.
Morgan left his desk and went to Hotch's office to talk to the unit chief. While he talked he was looking out at the bull pen, specifically looking at his pretty boy. He knew that there was something wrong, Spencer was hiding something. Derek was worried and determined to figure out what that was, and he was sure that Hotch felt the same way.
Without turning around Morgan began to speak. "I know that there is either something wrong with Reid, or he's hiding something." Morgan ran his hands over his head. "Man, I just wish that he'd talk to me; or someone at least. I don't like the fact that he's being so secretive."
Hotch nodded. "I understand and share your concern but you know that there's no use in trying to get Reid to talk if he doesn't want to. I know that you're worried; but right now the best thing that you can do is wait."
Derek nodded, still staring at Reid. The young genius had finished with his reports and was back to staring at the clock and impatiently tapping his foot.
As 5 pm hit, Morgan watched as Spencer all but ran out the door. He knew that he had to talk to the kid but without knowing what was wrong he was sort of in the dark. He knew that Reid could be a very private person, and the last thing that he wanted was to come off like he was prying. He knew that if Spencer thought he was prying he would think that he couldn't trust Derek or think that he couldn't talk to him or trust him and that would be bad. He shook his head as Reid disappeared into the elevator, he was at a complete loss of what to do.