Even though I have one sick Reid fic out there it doesn't hurt to have more! :)
Cancer.
The word slammed into Reid's ear. He was going to have to go in for chemo treatment soon.
He swallowed. He should tell the team, he knew he should. he just...couldn't...
He had to schedual some vacation time, though. At least it was summer. Time off wouldn't be out of the oridinary. He could always say he needed to go to Las Vegas to see his mother. Hotch would believe him.
Of course he would, because he never lied to Hotch before.
A sharp pain hit him in his chest as walked to the office.
Should he tell them? He saw them laughing and smiling over JJ's new pictures of Henry.
No he couldn't tell them, not now.
"Hey pretty boy!" Morgan waved to him and he gave a short nod. He saw Hotch walking to his office.
"Sir? I need to talk to you."
"Sure, what is it?"
Reid lowered his eyes.
"In private?"
Hotch frowned, nodded, and gestured to his office.
"Everything okay?"
"What? Oh yeah," Reid quickly lied. "I just need some vacation time, to visit my mom for a week or so."
Hotch nodded.
"I hope nothing's wrong with her."
"What? No..."
Hotch studied him and saw how nervous Reid was.
"Reid? Is there something you want to tell me?"
Reid shook his head.
"I just feel guilty for not seeing her that often," he mumbled. "And didn't want everyone thinking something was wrong."
Hotch nodded.
"Sounds reasonable. You've rarely used any of your vacation time. How long do you need?"
Reid felt awful lying to Hotch, Hotch being so trusting and willing. But he just...COULDN'T...not yet. It was still too soon.
"Two weeks?" He asked hopefully. Hotch nodded.
"All right, two weeks. If anyone deserves this time off it's you, Reid."
More guilt. He left the room and then joined in with his BAU family.
"You okay kid?" Morgan asked. He could sense something was up.
"Yeah, just going to see my mom next week for a couple of weeks."
"That's wonderful, Reid!" Garcai said smiling. "You never get to see her."
A twing of guilt about his mother now. He wasn't really going to be seeing her this time.
But he couldn't tell them that. Morgan was trying to figure out why Reid looked so tired and so sad.
They watched him leave the room,seeing how it was a friday night.
"You have any idea what that was all about?" Garcia asked Morgan shook his head. He decided to follow Reid to his place, and find out what was going on. He didn't like the feeling he was getting. But Reid didn't go back home...in fact he went to a...a bar? Morgan was stunned. He had never seen Reid drink any alchohol. Something was definently up. He waited for a while in front of the bar. He didn't want it to look like he had been following the kid.
Finally he couldnt' stand it and went inside. There sat Reid looking almost completly wasted.
"Reid?" He asked in a stunned voice as he walked up to the kid. The kid's eyes widened in shock.
"Morgan? What...what are you doing here?" His voice slurred.
"I go to bars regularly," Morgan said with his arms folded. "I should be asking you that question."
"I'm not allowed to get drunk?" Reid arched his eyebrows.
"No, not without a reason."
"Maybesss I have no reason." He was really slurring his words now. Morgan sighed.
"All right Reid, let's get you home."
"What's the point of going home?" Reid demanded.
"I don't want you making a fool of yourself or getting hurt."
Reid started to laugh suddenly, a drunken kind of laugh that Morgan hadn't heard from him before. He didn't like it.
"Doesn't really matter if I get hurt," he muttered. "Won't make a bit of difference."
"Just...humor me, okay?"
"You think bald guys look hot?"
"What?" That question threw Morgan off guard.
"You think hot guys look bald?" This time the words were twisted but they still meant the same thing and it threw Mogan for a loop.
"I...I uh don't know. I'm not into dudes, man."
Reid gave another slurred laugh. Morgan and the bartender looked at each other.
"I don't know why I don't drink more often...really it's very rewarding...don't feel a thing. That's nice. I like not feeling."
That was enough for Morgan.
"Come on let's go home." He pulled Reid up to his feet and Reid stumbled and almost fell but Morgan caught him.
"Oh look it's my favorite song!" Reid declared, as he listened to the kereokee. Morgan struggled to get him to the door.
"Don't you want to sing, Morgan?"
"No I don't and boy you really are druink," Morgan muttered as Reid started to sing along with the music. Reid was going to be really embarrassed when he hears about this incident.
He paid the bartender Reid's drink and the bartender gave him a grateful look. Finally the kid stopped singing when he got to the car. Reid was half out of it during the ride home. It was when Morgan was undressing him and putting him in his bed did Reid speak.
"I don't want it to happen." He sounded so sad, so scared that it frightened Morgan. Morgan looked shocked.
"You don't want what to happen?"
"Death...I don't want to die."
"What? Reid no one's talking about dying, where did you get that from?"
But Reid had already passed out on the bed. Puzzled, and a little frightened Morgan placed a blanket around Reid and sat in the liviingroom and turned on the tv to wait for morning to come. So he could finally ask Reid was was going on.
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