A/N: I was just really bothered to write a JJ/Reid Revelations fic. I know it isn't the best, but believe me, it could be a LOT worse. :]
She looked at his figure on the floor of his bedroom with the needle in his arm and sadness was etched into every single feature.
"I won't tell anyone, Spence, but… but you've got to stop this. I know it's going to be hell, but I can help you. I'll always be there for you, you know that, right? You've always got me."
And he did. He did have her. She made things just a little bit easier. She would call him every single night and talk him into oblivion, and usually he wouldn't pay attention. But it was just enough to take off The Edge.
She made her way into his life, and, little by little, The Edge was pushed its way out. That's how he made it out of his own personal hell; not by sheer will to live and survive alone, but by her. She was almost as good as the high he got from injecting Dilaudid. She weaned him off and he owed her his life. She was a sobering agent, but she was every bit as addicting.
And, really, was that such a bad thing?
A/N: It suuuuuuuuuucked. I know. Darn it all, but I had to publish it tonight. But every time you review an angel gets his/her wings! What could I have done to make it better? I want to knooooow.