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A/N: Ahhh, yes, another songfic. I have alot of these already done. just too lazy to publish. Anyway... this one is fictionous... as some of mine are thoughts on real episodes. Rated T to be sure... blah, blah, blah... you know the drill.
Disclaimer: Criminal Minds is in no shape or form, mine. As much as I wish, but my wishes don't come true.
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It starts with One thing I don't know why It doesn't even matter how hard you try Keep that in mind I designed this rhyme To explain in due time
Morgan and Hotch discussed the... abnormal behavior of their youngest. He'd been acting distant, almost a cry for help... but the problem was far out of reach for their findings. Nothing seemed to trigger anything, but being profilers, there was always a trigger for a mild temper.
Spencer Reid was acting, out of nowhere, distant and shy. He'd always been socially akward and shy, but this was a whole new level. He didn't want to talk during briefings or giving profiles. When he'd give an idea, he'd always look away when the eyes were on him. When they, as in Morgan and Hotch, tried to talk to him, he'd become even more distant. Even offending at some points. They had suggested drugs again, but they didn't believe it. The last incident with it, he was the exact opposite. He was talking and into the investigations, but snappy and angry. They were left clueless.
It got even worse when he'd gone to the bathroom after briefing. He was in there for about ten minutes. They all shared worried glances, just as they were after he was continuously late while he was on Dilaudid. Hotch gave him a small glare, but quickly wiped it away when he looked like he was going to cry. Hotch walked up to him instead.
"Reid... can I talk to you in my office." Reid looked worried. Wondering if he'd found out, he obeyed his superior's orders and followed him into the fairly sized office. Hotch gestured for him to sit in a seat across from his desk. "I'm going to get strait to the point... what has been going on with you lately? Not as your boss, but as a concerned friend." Reid was confused. Concerned friend? Was he hallucinating. Must not have been because the stare, the unblinking stare, didn't fade away, but stayed solid.
"Nothing Hotch. I'm just... a little... laid back?" Reid wasn't sure of his choice of words, but it seemed to have some kind of affect. "I don't really know what you're talking about. I'm fine. Nothing different." Reid shrugged. He suddenly felt self-conscious over his arms. He folded them in a hiding something way. Hotch noticed the behavior and frowned.
"Well... whatever it is, you know you can tell me." Reid nodded, glancing at his arms. He desperately needed to go home. Lock himself in the bathroom to do what he felt need to be done. He had to do it... he desperately needed to feel the relief it gave him. How it made him feel so much better.
"If that's it... I'd like to finish my paperwork so I can go home." Hotch nodded in defeat. Reid was thankful he wasn't trying to push him on the subject. Spencer's mother had been reacting... differently... to her new medications, which was worrying her doctors and Spencer, also. He just needed to feel relief.
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He went for a walk instead of going home. He needed the fresh air, clear his head. Spencer didn't know why he felt so aweful, but he knew how he would feel better, but he didn't want to at the point. He sat on a bench in the park and fed the birds... just as Gideon did everyday after work. His love for birds astounded everyone.
Reid knew he wouldn't be able to fight the urge any longer... he desperately needed the relief. He started walking home. When he got there, he did what he had to do to feel relief. Afterwards, he grabbed a book and a cup of coffee. As soon as he started on the page, there was a knock at the door. The door was answered. It was Hotch.
"May I talk to you?" Reid shrugged and opened the door more to let him in. He reluctantly walked in and sat on the couch, Reid sat next to him. "Reid... I've been thinking. If you need time to deal with whatever you're dealing with, go ahead. You need some time off." Spencer crossed his arms from self consciousness again. And again, Hotch frowned.
"Why do you think there's something wrong?" Hotch's frown deepened. Reid kept glancing at his arm, but he did not dare to push the questions.
"Reid... I'm a profiler. Forgive me if I break the profiling rule, but... you've become more distant... almost self conscious. You avoid eye contact and seem slightly irritable..." Reid covered his ears.
"Stop... just stop. I already know. I have a right to a personal life, Hotch!"
"You do, and I'm respecting that. I'm just asking as a friend." Reid nodded, but buried his arms deeper into his torso, which made Hotch even more worried. "What is it? You're acting even more self conscious, especially about your arms... if I had to guess... well, you know. But I don't have enough evidence to back it up. So I'll ask you once more, are you sure?" Reid let the anger take over.
"Of course I am! Why can't you just believe me?! I'm just... tired." Hotch nodded.
"I'm going to let you rest, but I'm expecting a better answer within the next few days." Hotch got up and walked to the door. He didn't say anything as he left. Reid suddenly needed relief once again... he went to his bathroom to stop the urge... to get relief that he so desperately needed.
A/N: Sorry this is so short. This will probably be only two or three chapters, so, just think of it as... I don't really know! Just think of it as a mini series... sort of. What do you think the relief Reid is getting from? Bettcha can't guess. Hehehehehe, I know. Kinda obvious isn't it?
