Hotch flipped through his stack of papers, deciding what to work on. His morning had been filled with just reviewing cases, and he was starting to get bored. Monday's were usually like that though. He looked up to his window, and saw Reid walk through the doors. Hotch immediately noticed Spencer's slow walk and tired eyes.
He got up, and walked out of his office. He watched Spencer sit down at his desk, placing his bag beside him. Spencer looked up as Hotch approached him. Hotch tried not to look surprised as he saw Reid's face. His eyes had dark bags under them, and his face was very pale. It was worse than last week.
"Reid. You look sick. I think you should go home and rest." Hotch had a feeling why he was sick, he just hoped he was wrong.
"I'm fine, Hotch." Spencer said curtly, and looked down at his paper work.
He started to work on it, ignoring Hotch as he stood there.
"I can tell you're ill. I'll get JJ to drive you home." Spencer glared at Hotch.
"I said I'm fucking fine!" Hotch was taken back.
He had never been sworn at by Spencer.
"My office. Now." Spencer glared at him as he got up, following Hotch to his office.
As soon as Spencer closed the door, Hotch spoke.
"I don't appreciate being sworn at, no matter how annoyed you are with me." He said sternly.
"Well maybe just stay out of my business!" Spencer snapped, and Hotch glared at him.
He knew it. Spencer was using again. He felt his heart clench at the thought of last time, and how much it affected Spencer.
"I'm not letting you do this again, Reid." Hotch said, and Reid took a step closer to Hotch.
"Do what?" He spat.
"You know what."
"Fucking say it then!" Spencer yelled, anger in his eyes.
"I'm not going to let you destroy yourself again, just to get high." Hotch watched as fury flashed through Spencer's face.
"You don't know fucking anything!" He turned around quickly, punching the glass frame holding one of Hotch's certificates.
Hotch watched, stunned, as the glass shattered, falling to the ground. Spencer stared at the glass, breathing heavily. He looked down at his hand slowly to see shards of glass poking out of his skin. Blood flowed over his hand, and he looked up at Hotch.
"I-I'm sorry, Hotch." Spencer said quietly, tears in his eyes.
He began to back away to the door, but Hotch walked over to him, and grabbed his hand gently.
"You might need stitches." He said, looking at the deep wounds on Spencer's hand.
"Come here." Hotch walked over to his desk, and pulled out his first-aid kit.
He sat Spencer down in the chair, and pulled out tweezers, wipes, and cloth. He began to get the tiny shards of glass out, then pulled out the big ones. Spencer whimpered as Hotch gently put the cloth down over his hand, putting pressure on it.
"I'm going to take you to get stitches." Hotch said, not waiting for an answer.
He walked with Spencer outside, and got into his SUV. Spencer looked down at his hand the whole ride, not looking up at Hotch. Hotch knew he felt guilty, and Hotch also felt guilty for making him upset. He couldn't let him do this again, though. Hotch knew Spencer was stressed, especially about Derek leaving.
Spencer had been off since his departure, and even when they tried to talk to Spencer about it, he shut them down. Hotch pulled into the parking lot of the hospital, and walked with Spencer up to the front doors.
"Hotch." Spencer stopped at the doors.
"I'm sorry." He looked at Hotch, tears in his eyes.
Hotch gave him a reassuring smile. "It's okay." He said, and patted Spencer's arm before opening the doors, and walking into the waiting room.
A/N: Idk if this is a oneshot or not, I guess we'll find out later.