Hey guys! So this is the Pilot for a little series I am hoping to start. I hope it grabs some attention! I will continue if the response is decent, so please let me know what you think!

"Really, you're just like your mother. You always have been. And when this is over, we'll still be here. Then you'll finally see it for yourself. Because as much as you've always denied it, you know you're destined for the same schizophrenic path she went down. Then what will you do? Your friends will have no choice but to lock you up with her!"

The young male laid on the bathroom floor, body curled in on itself. Reid tangled his fingers in his hair, gripping tightly. "No, no, no!" He screamed, each word becoming louder than the previous. "I'm not like her!"

"How can you say that? Look at yourself. You're rocking back and forth on the bathroom floor, crying uncontrollably, waiting for someone to come take care of you. Isn't that always how your mother acted? Crying like a scared child."

Reid's stomach contracted and he felt the familiar feeling of bile rising in the back of his throat. Moments later, he became violently sick into the porcelain frame he sat beside. They wouldn't actually lock him up, would they? No. Morgan would never let that happen to him. Wouldn't they understand?

"Of course not, Spencer! They have jobs. With the FBI. Do you really think they have time to take care of your ass?"

They were right. Whoever they were, they were right. He couldn't keep fighting them away. Eventually, he would become so worn down, so tired, he would have to submit to them. Maybe it was better this way. He'd retract into his own mind and completely forget who the BAU team was anyway. And they'd forget him. He'd forget everything. Everyone. Rossi. Hotch. Garcia. JJ. Prentiss. Morgan... Morgan. No, not Morgan. The male's long fingers somehow gripped more hair as sob after painful sob escaped his body.

The initial scream had brought Morgan out of the deep sleep he'd been in. The sobbing was what startled him awake and onto his feet before he knew what happened.

"Reid?" He called, holding the side of his head in a dizzying disorientation from waking so quickly.

The only answer he received were more sobs coming from the bathroom and what he saw next broke his heart.

"Don't send me away," Reid begged as soon as he saw Morgan. He scrambled his way to the older male, latching onto his leg with every ounce of strength he had left in him.

The younger male cried hysterically, "Youw-won't f-forgettabout me, right?"

Morgan collapsed on the floor beside Reid, unable to stop himself from gathering the broken male into his arms and hugging him. His best friend – only actual friend - truly thought he would be sent away. Morgan rubbed his back, trying to calm his erratic breathing. For a moment it seemed as though it was working. "You're not going anywhere, kid. I would never let that happen."

But Reid wasn't convinced, and seemed to become more hysterical by the moment, "Yes you would! Look at what you're letting happen right now! Look at me! This is all your fault! W-what if it never goes away after this? What if I end up just like h-her?"

Morgan set his jaw, grinding down on his teeth. The words cut him like a knife, leaving a stabbing pain his chest. No inquiry was required to know Reid was comparing himself to his mother.

"In fact, I hate you right now," Reid concluded, struggling against Morgan's arms until the older male released his hold. Reid wrapped his arms around himself, afraid he may shatter.

Tears stung at the back of Morgan's eyes, but he refused to let them fall. He simply stood from his position on the floor, crossing his arms, "I'll be in the kitchen when you change your mind."

Once he had made it to the kitchen, Morgan slid down the front of the refrigerator, resting his body against the cold frame. The male allowed his head to collapse into his arms. This was harder than he'd ever imagined. Harder than he'd ever prepared himself for. Silently, he broke down those emotional walls he'd built so tightly for Reid's sake. Silently, he let the tears fall.