Disclaimer: I do not own anything, nor do I claim anything as mine!
Author's note: This is my first fanfiction of serious means... I do hope there is not too much wrong
with it and I am open to constructive criticism.
Word count: Story is approximately 655 words.
A small bottle clinked softly as it was withdrawn from Dr. Reid's messenger bag. He lifted his eyes to the mirror and did not recognize the person who peered back at him. Those eyes were duller and more defined with noticeable darker shades of skin under the lashes.
This was his second trip into an unoccupied men's restroom to stare thoughtfully at the glass container of Dilaudid. His fingers lightly stroked over the label on the bottle. Facts played slowly into his mind about his new crutch. Reid knew what this drug would do to him, but for once logic stepped aside. Only the memories of the effect this liquid had on him enveloped his mind.
Slowly, he turned the lid, and then set the lid on the pale counter beneath him. To hell with the risk of any agent suddenly popping in to discover him in the midst of his addiction. None of that mattered. He had been looking forward to the fix, and he could only stop himself for so long. The second visit to just look longingly at the Dilaudid proved that. Reid needed help and he acknowledge that. With that new thought he quickly put the lid back on. Still holding the bottle his eyes shifted from it to the man in the mirror. He was actually considering getting a fix at work?! Yes, he thought, he truly needed help. Nodding in agreement with himself he unscrewed the lid once more. Reid had been standing in the cramped room for at least ten minutes now. Weighing his options he came to the conclusion of what he needed to do.
A trembling hand cradling the bottled contents, hovered over the slightly rusted sink. Small tears trickled down his pale cheek. After taking a choked breath he tilted the bottle and watched with shame as the Dilauded spilled out the small opening. As it flowed down the drain, he only felt slight relief. This was just but one bottle in his stash. He felt the craving for what hid behind ordinary objects found in his medicine cabinet.
Quickly he shoved the bottle and its lid into his bag, roughly forced the zipper shut, and turned to look at himself once more. Reid held up a sleeve covered hand and wiped away what dampness remained on his face. Trying to keep a steady pace once out the door of the restroom seemed at the time to be one of the most difficult things he had ever done. Somehow he shuffled towards his cubicle. From a distance he appeared, for the most part, his ordinary self.
Reid shifted his gaze to his feet to keep their movements in check. He only had a few more feet until he could sit down at his desk and the task grew more improbable with each step. This is when he ran straight into Agent Morgan. "Hey careful man… are you okay?"
Reid's head snapped up.
"I-I'm sorry." He stammered. Morgan watched his brown eyes, the same eyes who instantly averted contact.
"Reid, there is something wrong. I can see it. If you want to talk about something you have my phone number and my address. You know this."
Sighing he replied, "Normally I would have said it is none of your business…"
Trailing off he continued, "…but I need- I would like that."
He finished his sentence in a softer tone, praying this conversation would end.
"Alright. Call me later tonight, or come over and we can talk about it." Morgan flashed him an understanding and comforting smile. As he walked past him, he patted him on the back.
Dr. Reid sat down, blowing out a breath of relief. He lifted his eyes to watch Morgan's form turn down a hall and disappear from sight. No matter how many bottles of Dilaudid remained, with his courage and Morgan's help, he would learn to pour every single one out.
