Okay so remember when I said things were percolating? Well the brew is finished, because I just had to write this! Silentflux is my usual beta, but she's been so busy I didn't want to bother her with this (If you want to tackle...) Anyway unbetaed. Sorry.

Title: Far Too Human 1/?

Summary: Fall out from Revelations. What exactly happened to Spencer, and where does he go from there?

Spoilers: The Big Game, Revelations, LDSK, basically every episode.

AN: I was watching Stir of Echos. Thinking about Reid and this is what happened.

AN2: I'm starting this three months in. That means that the next part should be happening right after Revelations, sorry that's just the way it works. Suck it up.

Three months later...

Reid paced back and forth fingers twisting in complex spider patterns, tapping out rhythms and tunes that only he could hear. He seemed to lost in his own world, Morgan and Gideon, had no idea what they could do.

"Reid, man, we want to help you, but you have to help us help you."

Reid looked up eyes, wide, fingers tap tap tapping. "What? Yes help. Everyone needs help. Too much help, can't help them all. Catch the killers. Help the children."

"No Reid. Help you. We want to help you. Remember? After Tobias? He kept giving you drugs? Got you addicted? Remember?" Morgan grabs Reid about the shoulders to stop the dizzying pacing turns him forward, even as Reid turns his head away from him. Grabbing his jaw, Morgan forces Reid to meet his eyes. "Reid you had a psychotic break. You're in a mental hospital detoxing. You had a psychotic break from all the drugs." Reid's eyes roll in his head and Morgan wants to try anything to snap Reid outta it, to make him see what he did to himself. Anything to have the old Reid back.

Gideon pulls him away, hand pressing too hard into Morgan's shoulder. "It's not going to work. You're not going to reach him."

Morgan throws off the arms, angry at everyone, especially Reid. "You don't know that! We have to try!"

Reid's Doctor, Dr. Kirkoff, shakes his head sadly. "I tried to tell you, he's completely separated from reality."

Suddenly Reid turned, and his eyes were focused, "Not separated from reality too close. Too much reality. That's what the drugs were for. To make the voices stop. The death keeps speaking." Reid shook his head hair flying in his face a hanging curtain of defense.

"He seems to believe that victims of crimes are speaking to him. That he's getting messages from the dead. Like I said, completely disconnected with reality."

Then Reid was speaking again, and if it weren't for the white gown of a patient, and the red scratch marks on his arms, Gideon could almost pretend that it was 4am and that they all looked like hell and were gittery from too much coffee as they sat around a table trying to find a killer before he took his next victim. "I know that you don't believe me." Reid's eyes were suddenly so clear, lucid even with the bags hanging underneath them. "But I'll prove it to you. Jonny. She used to make you sit and play tea, called you Madame Pea. Sip, sip, she drank too much." Reid twirled away and Morgan felt dizzy just watching him. "Down, down circling the drain."

The doctor was taking deep breaths and was looking entirely too pale. Glancing at Reid and seeing that he was back inside his head some where Gideon, grabbed the doctors arm and guided him out. "What just happened?"

"Reid just rambled, that didn't even make any sense!" Morgan pounded the wall in frustration.

"No. That actually did make sense."

Their eyes shifted to him, heavy and intent. "My sister, did make me have tea parties, she died, drowned in the bath tub. Slipped and hit her head." He was pale and shaky with shock, "that was twenty years ago. It's not even in my records anymore. How could he know that? I mean I didn't even remember the Madame Pea thing until he said it."

They all turned and watched as the gaunt figure paced back and forth muttering, and the world tilted.