Hey, everyone. Here is a new story for you all. This is going to be a Diabetic Reid story and I am going to be co-writing this story with the amazing autumnamberleaves. We'll be writing the chapters in turn but they will all be posted on this story and on my account. This is actually autumnamberleaves brain child and I am really looking forward to writing this with her. I've done the first chapter and she will be doing the next one. Enjoy and we both look forward to hearing from you all.

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Reid moaned as his alarm blared next to his bed and blindly hit out at it till he hit the snooze button. He pulled his duvet further over his body and wanted to stay under it with the warmth that cradled his body. He had no choice but to move the covers away as he had the sudden urge to go to the bathroom. As he did his business, he struggled to shake off the heavy feeling of fatigue that was battling to rule his body. It seemed no matter what he tried, the feeling of needing another ten hours of sleep never went away and it was getting harder to hide it from the team. Reid washed his hands and then grabbed his toothbrush. A slight tremor came through his hand as he tried to put the toothpaste on the brush.

Reid put down the toothbrush and shook his hands. "Come on, Spencer. Hold it together."

BAU

Garcia walked into the bullpen to see Reid looking flustered as he tried to complete all his paperwork. She walked over and touched his shoulder. He tensed under her touch before bringing his hand through his hair.

"Reid, are you okay? You look a little out of sorts," she said before touching his cheek with the back of her hand.

He pushed his chair away and turned his head sharply to face her. "Garcia, you don't have the right to touch me whenever you want. You know I don't like people touching me," he snapped.

She brought her hand away and bit her lip. Reid had never spoken to her like that before and she couldn't stop the small ache in her heart from being snapped at like that. "I'm sorry."

Reid sighed and then dropped his pen. "I'm sorry for snapping at you, Garcia. I'm just tired and I really want to get this paperwork done. I didn't mean to snap at you like that."

"It's okay," she said shakily. "I'll just let you get back to your work."

Reid watched as she walked away and caught the sad look in her eyes. He didn't know what was wrong with him. Garcia was always pleasant to be around and he had never minded her touch before. Now, she was upset and it was because of him. She was the one person in the world he didn't want to upset. Slamming down his pen, he ignored the looks from his team and other fellow agents and made his way to the kitchen area. He took a bottle of cold water from the fridge and twisted off the cap. The water soothed his dry throat and quenched his ever growing thirst. Half the water in the bottle was gone before he lowered it away from lips. Morgan walked over to him and cornered him.

"What did you say to upset Garcia?" Morgan demanded. "I know when she is upset and I don't like seeing her upset. She was just checking to see if you're alright."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Reid huffed. "I don't need someone hovering over my shoulder every two seconds. I'm a thirty four year old man and I can take care of myself. I'm just trying to get my work done. Instead, I have everybody distracting me. Now, on top of everything, I'm in trouble for snapping at Garcia even though I apologised to her. I'm fine."

Morgan grabbed Reid's upper arm and led him into an empty room roughly. He locked the door and faced Reid. "You're not fine. You haven't been fine for the last few days and we have all noticed."

"Why is my life any of your concern?" Reid argued before opening the water bottle and gulping down some more water.

"Are you using again?" Morgan said calmly.

"Screw you, Morgan," Reid growled angrily before trying to leave the room. Morgan grabbed his arm and pushed him away from the door. "Morgan, let me out of the room."

"Not going to happen till you tell me the truth."

"I'm not using and I don't need you talking about it here. This is not the place and you know it."

"Why don't I believe you? You've been irritable, angry and you look like hell. There is no colour to your skin and you're not acting like yourself. Why are you drinking so much water?"

"I'm thirsty," Reid shouted before bringing his voice to a lower level. "It's not a crime to be thirsty."

Reid put the water bottle on the table and shoved up his sleeves before showing them to Morgan. "Are you happy now, Morgan? See, there is nothing there. I'm not lying and I have to get back to work."

He stormed out of the room after grabbing his water but had to stop when the world around him seemed to sway violently. The water bottle was crushed in his hand as he tightened his grip to try to keep himself from losing control. His skin became cooled as he leaned against the wall and took in deep breaths. Bringing the bottle back to his mouth, he swallowed some more water and managed to stop the world spinning in front of him.

A few hours later

As he washed his hands, he wondered what was wrong with him. This was his fifth visit to the men's room today and it was only one in the afternoon. The tremor in his hands had become worse and no matter what he tried, it never seemed to go away. The whole team had avoided him since his argument with Morgan. Looking up, he examined his reflection in the mirror and didn't see his usual self. His cheeks looked gaunt while his skin was pale and dry. Dark purple circles covered the bags under his eyes and made him look like a ghost.

Checking his figure in the mirror, he swore that he had lost weight and he knew it was weight that he couldn't afford to lose. His mother already thought he was too thin.

'I've been eating more than I usually do. Why am I losing weight?' he thought before dropping his arms to his side.

As much as he wanted to talk to the team, he still felt angry at them for presuming that he had turned back to drugs. After everything, he thought that they trusted him but it seemed he had been wrong. A few bad days and they had already turned on him. As he walked back into the bullpen, the world swayed again and he began to stumble backwards.

Two arms caught Reid and helped steady him. "Whoa, easy there, Reid," Emily said gently as she kept a tight hold on him.

Reid opened his eyes and tried to ignore the nausea that tried to overwhelm him. He heard Emily call for Hotch but couldn't focus on her words properly. A glass of water was placed against his lips and he drank greedily from it. The glass was taken away from his lips and he let out a small cough. Hotch and Emily came into focus as he found himself being led to Hotch's office. Emily lowered him to the couch and knelt in front of him.

"Reid, I think you're sick," Emily said as she put the glass back to his lips. As he drank, the world became a little clearer. Hotch sat next to Reid and examined his pale face.

"Could be the flu," Hotch suggested. "I think you should go home for the rest of the day and get some sleep."

"I'm fine," Reid shook his head. "I just got a little dizzy."

"You're not fine, Reid," Emily sighed.

"Go home, Reid, and that's an order," Hotch said in an authoritative tone that Reid knew not to argue with. "Emily, can you take him home?"

"Yes and I'll get him settled into bed too. Oh, Reid. Don't worry, we'll have you up and running again in no time."

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