A/N: Hey ya! I'm back with yet another multi-chapter. It's a little different because there will be journal entries (not suckish either!) along with the story. Each chapter will be the same way, story along with the journal entry, blah blah, you'll get it.
Summary: 'You have two months to sort this out or you'll be sent to rehab.' Warning: Substance abuse.
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Dear journal, I don't feel like getting up today, so I'll just call in sick for work. I think the rest are on to me though, but I don't care. The only thing I care about is my drug. My drug is relieving, and if it makes me feel better, why does it matter? They don't really understand, they don't even know me. I'm so high right now, I can't even grab my phone, but I'll get it once the high starts to fade, then I'll call in sick, then I'll shoot up again. I hope they don't know...
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Hours later:
"Reid, answer your phone, I need to talk to you." Gideon said. Reid was knocked out after shooting up the third time that day. "Fine, I'll just go over there and pick your lock, but we are going to talk."
Half an hour later, Gideon showed up at Reid's apartment and picked the lock. When he went inside, Reid was just waking up from his drug induced sleep.
"Why are you here?" Reid asked innocently. "I'm sick."
"Don't try to lie. You're not good at it. And I told you I was going to come over, but you didn't anser your phone." Gideon said calmly.
"Well, what's that supposed to mean? I could've been in the shower, or sleeping, which I was!"
"Hey, just calm down. Hotch wanted me to tell you that if you don't stop in two months, you'll be sent to rehab. And you do know what he means by that. Yes, we all know, so I suggest you get on your way to stopping your addiction. And don't think we won't be here for you, 'cause we'll always be there for you as long as you let us help. I need to go now." Gideon left, closing the door behind him, leaving Reid shocked, confused, and angry.
He looked at his needle and vial and thought about shooting up, but instead, he just sat back down on his bed and wrote more in his journal.
Dear journal, I'm back. I just found out my whole team knows, and if I don't stop using in two months, I'll be sent to rehab. I don't know what to do, but I know either choice I make, I'll be forced to quit. So I guess I'll quit on my own so I can get back to work. How bad can withdrawal be anyways?...
TBC
A/N: Well, this was just the prologue, and the real chapters will be much longer. I just wanted to give you a gist of what will be happening in the hopefully near future. Hope to break my own record of reviews. It would make me happy!