Doesn't it Help?
Summary: All it took was one final straw that triggered Reid's downfall. Because of an accident, he falls back into his old drug habit and old nightmares plague the youngest agent. Can he recover with the help of the people he cares about most?
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own Criminal Minds. (I wish I owned Reid.)
Spencer had been tracking Erick Sinclair for two hours before he saw the man in his truck pulling into what Reid assumed to be his house- a rundown trailed in a rundown, trashy neighborhood. He parked a half a block away from the residence itself, cautiously inching towards where Sinclair remained in his house.
"I have the UnSub in sight," Reid cackled over the radio, rattling off the address, not bothering to wait for back up. This UnSub was dangerous and Reid wasn't going to let him get away. He could do this on his own.
He saw Sinclair inside of his house through a window when he shouted, "FBI! Open the door!"
There was no time to react to the bullet approaching. Just a blinding sensation in his chest and then overwhelming nothingness.
He woke up to JJ's scream. Everything was blurry, but he could feel himself shaking. Why was JJ screaming? And then suddenly he remember why.
The pulsing in his chest reminded him why.
He couldn't control the tremors that shook through his body. An almost inaudible moan escaped his lips. The adrenaline began to wear off, leaving him feeling every ounce of pain.
"Reid? Stay with me," JJ sounded desperate. "Stay awake, Spence."
"Don't let me go into shock," Reid whispered. He could taste blood.
"What?"
It was so freaking cold with the rain soaking Reid. That's why he was so cold, he told himself. He tried to focus on JJ's voice, but the darkness pulled him under.
—
"Never in my life have I ever seen someone do something so f—king idiotic. What in the world were you thinking?" Morgan all but yelled, pacing the hospital room.
"I'm sorry," Spencer mumbled.
"It's like you wanted to die!"
"Morgan!" Garcia cried, shocked, but remembered a conversation she had previously had partaken in with Reid.
—
"I hate looking at these photos," Garcia had mumbled as her and Reid filed through a case involving a child molester who turned to violent, ritualistic stabbing.
"At least you can forget it," Spencer said.
"What?"
"I said at least you can forget it.I remember every single case. Every detail. Every body we've ever found or looked at pictures of. They all appear in my dreams, along with Maeve," he confessed.
Garcia put down her paperwork and looked at Reid, really looked at him. His hair was slightly disheveled, his clothes were too loose for his frail body, and his eyes had deep bags etched underneath them. She didn't know what to say; she couldn't say anything that would make this better.
—
"That's not how it happened," Spencer defended. He could hear the shot ringing in his ear, and he started breathing quicker.
"Spence, it's okay. It's all over," JJ soothed, seeing the scared, faraway look in Spencer's eye. Suddenly, the heart monitor began to wail viciously, and Reid's eyes rolled into to the back of his head.
"Doctor!" JJ shouted, recoiling from where Spencer laid. Doctors and nurses alike rushed in. "No, no, no, no, no. No!"
"All clear!" One yelled, shocking Reid with the defibrillator. And again. Nothing.
'Oh my God,' JJ thought.
The third time there was a strangled gasp and the monitor began to beep again. Slowly, and it was no longer in a rhythmic patter, but his heart beat.
A/n: More? (This is just a prologue, next chapter will make a large time jump.)
Aufenthalt Gold lovelies,
- Alee XxX
