Hey ya'll! I just recently saw the episode, "The Fisher King" and felt I should write a fic about Reid and his mother's condition. I may accidentally make his mother a little OOC. So bear with me, and if I get an important fact wrong, don't hesitate to tell me!

I hope you enjoy!

Hiding From Reality

Chapter 1

Albert Camus once said, "An intellectual is someone whose mind watches itself."

Dr. Spencer Reid stood at the entrance of the room his mother was in at the sanitarium. He spotted Diana Reid sitting in a chair in front of a window, lost in thought. He smiled sadly at her as she rested her head on her hand and pulled out her journal. She began to scroll through the pages and sighed. Reid straightened his yellow polo shirt and walked over to her. He smiled as he set a gentle hand on her shoulder, causing his mother to look up at him in shock.

"Spencer," she gasped and gave him a tiny smile. "You frightened me." Reid faintly chuckled and sat in the chair in front of his mother.

"You surprised?" he asked after gently taking his mother's hand in his own. Diana nodded and sway their hands side to side slowly.

"Why didn't you tell me you were coming over in your letters?" she asked.

"Well, the team and I are working on a case about an hour away so I figured I would surprise you," Reid answered. Diana nodded again and released his hand.

"How are your friends, Spencer? I never see them anymore," she asked.

"They're good. The job can be stressful at times, though," Reid said.

"All adventures get stressful, Spencer," Diana said. Reid nodded at her. He loved it when his mother called the cases he worked on 'adventures'. His eyes grew with realization and he reached into his back pocket.

"I almost forgot," he mumbled. "I brought you something." Reid pulled out a pen and handed it to his mom.

"A pen?" she asked with a curious smile.

"Not just a pen, that pen has special ink that will last you seven years. Perfect for your journals," Reid explained. Diana examined the utensil and looked back at her son.

"Thank you. I'll defiantly be using this," she said. She set the pen to the side and stared at the grown and began to cover up half of her face with the palm of her hand. Reid sat forward, getting closer to her.

"Do you want to get some fresh air, mom?" he asked her. Diana studied him for a little while and nodded. They both stood up, Reid grabbed his mom's arm and gave it a small pat before gently smiling at her.

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The mother and son walked through the park that belonged to the sanitarium. Reid noticed as his mother began to look around and over her shoulder here and there, as if she was just looking for something. Reid grew worried at her actions and couldn't hesitate to question her.

"Mom, are you okay? You look a little paranoid," he said. Diana gave him the most troubled look that made his frown sink lower. "Mom?"

"Why are you questioning me like that, Spencer?" she asked quickly.

"You're worrying me," Reid said and stopped in his tracks, his mother stopped as well. She balled her fists and placed it in front of her mouth, squeezing her eyes shut. Reid noticed her move her face to the left, as if she was beginning to tick.

"Mother, have you been taking your medication?" he asked her seriously. Diana snapped her head up and looked at him nervously.

"Why would you ask me that? Stop it, please," she begged softly. Reid set his hands on his mother's arms to calm her down.

"Mom, please answer me. Have you been taking the medication?" he asked again sternly.

"…no," she said and wiped some tears off her cheeks.

"Oh, Mom…" Reid said in a disappointed tone. "Why didn't you tell someone?"

"I'm getting tired of taking it," his mother wined.

"Mom, you can't take care of yourself without it," Reid argued, shaking her shoulders gently.

"I can too."

"How long have you been going without it?" he asked.

"That's none of your business, Spencer," Diana snapped, beginning to back up a bit.

"I'm just concerned about you, that's all," Reid said trying her keep her in his grip, he didn't want to lose her. Diana set her hands on his cheeks and smiled at him.

"Don't be concerned, honey. I'm fine," she said. Reid took her hands and took them off his face slowly.

"No, you're not," he said softly. "I'm going to call your doctor," he said, beginning to pull out his phone. Diana's eyes lit up.

"No, no, please," she said and took a few steps forward but found herself stumbling on her own feet. She reached her arms out and leaned against Reid to support her balance. Reid, not seeing it coming, lost his balance and feel onto the concrete, his elbow scraping against the hard ground. He hissed at the pain and tried to examine his elbow, which was bleeding. He looked up at his mom, who was looking at her hands and crying.

"I pushed my own son!" she cried. Reid stood up quick and placed his hands on her shoulders.

"No, mom, no, you tripped. We're clumsy people remember?" he said with a forced smile, trying to make her laugh but Diana cried harder.

"No, I pushed you and I'm so sorry, Spencer," she said and ticked her head to the side.

"Mom, mom, calm down. I'm fine, I just have a scratch and that's all, see?" Reid said and lifted his elbow. But his mother panicked more at the blood sliding down his arm.

"Oh my gosh I made you bleed!" Diana cried. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" Reid struggled to keep his mother's arms down as she screamed and tried to hit her head. Two male nurses finally rushed over and grabbed his mother away from him.

"You may have to come back tomorrow. We'll try to take care of this," one of them said.

"Mom, you'll be fine," Reid said as his mother began to cry out to him. The second she was dragged out of sight he wiped away a few tears that streamed down his face. The memories when he had sent her away began to come back to him. Maybe he wasn't helping her, maybe he made everything worse for her.

I hope I got Diana okay enough. Now that I think about it, I might have made it a little too dramatic. Oh well.

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