A/N Okay so I have all these story ideas in my head but some of them I'm not even sure would get very far as a story goes. So I am going to post chapters that are Oneshots and if there is one that you would like to get more of them review and I'll see what I can come up with.
Fighter
It was just a normal day in the BAU. They didn't have any cases they had to go on so they just stayed at their desks doing paperwork and consults. Reid had been trying to catch up on missed time he was late for work that morning thanks to the subway being late. Hotch didn't drill into him he understood that Reid always takes the subway to work. The only time he gets a drive is if there is an urgent case and they headed straight to the airport. Only then does Reid get a ride for the subway doesn't go there and it was always Morgan that picks him up. Only Morgan knew where he lived he was the only one that was allowed to come by. Reid wasn't proud of where he lived, but it was the only thing he could afford with the medical bills from his mother and her prescriptions. The only place he could afford was a rundown apartment in a building that was questionable at best. The area wasn't a bad area for crime it was more of a rundown block. The buildings looked like they were going to fall over, there was graffiti on them, and half of them had squatters in them. The building that Reid lived in half of the time there was no hot water, the power would go out, there was no security system so anyone could come into the building, the roof in his apartment even leaked and in the winter the heat was none existent. Regardless of how much he hated living there he didn't have a choice it was all he could afford. He could put his mother in a different place that was cheaper, but he couldn't do that to her. She loved being there; she had friends and a routine. Reid couldn't just take her away from all of that just because he didn't want to live in this place.
It was the end of the day and Reid declined a ride from Morgan. Reid had this self-independence pride, since he was ten he had to be the adult so he doesn't let anyone really do anything for him. He's always taken care of himself and to be honest he really didn't know how to let someone help him. So he went outside to face the cold from the starting of winter. Reid was waiting for the subway he wasn't looking forward to going home, the heat didn't work and it was always freezing in the apartment. He had gotten a small heater but until it warmed up the place was just as cold inside as it was outside. Reid finally got home and he unlocked his door. He walked in and placed his bag down by the door before closing it. He went to turn around and lock it when he felt the blow. The blow landed to the back of his head knocking him down to the floor. He turned around as another blow lands across his face. That's when he realised that the person was swinging a bat at him. He still had his gun on his side trying to fight back the pain he went to get his gun. Only for the bat to smash his wrist against his side Reid was sure he heard a snap but he didn't linger on the thought. He was trying to get to his gun so he could defend himself. He finally got it out but he didn't get the chance to fire a shot before he was hit out of his hand. Reid knew he was in trouble he had to get the bat away from this man he had to stand and fight. So pushing past the pain he kicked out at the man standing in front of him knocking him back long enough for Reid to be able to get up on his feet. Reid then didn't waste a minute he lunged at the man trying desperately to get the bat out of his hands.
In the mist the man didn't expect for Reid to lung at him and he instinctively dropped the bat to grab Reid as he came at him. They fell to the floor and the man didn't waste a second before he started to punch Reid in the face and torso. Reid started to throw his own punches landing them wherever he could not caring where they landed. The problem was this man was twice his size Reid knew he wouldn't stand a chance. Reid was able to flip positions so the man was off of him and Reid quickly got up to run out his door so at least he was outside. He got there but the man was fast he grabbed him and turned him around before punching him in the face making Reid spin around and hit the door. The man grabbed the back of Reid's shirt and threw him into the wall just beside the door where there was a mirror. Reid's face and hand hit the mirror causing it to break. Reid went down again but he didn't get long to register the pain. The man grabbed the front of his shirt and threw him across the room breaking the coffee table as Reid landed. The man climbed on top of Reid and started to punch him over and over again. Reid was trying to get the man off of him but each blow was stronger than the last and it was getting harder and harder to stay awake. When the man stopped Reid thought he was going to leave only he didn't. Instead he reached into his pocket and pulled out a switchblade. In that instant Reid's fight or flight mood took over and he started to punch the man hoping to knock the knife out of his hands. Reid lunged at the man pushing him off of him as they wrestled on the floor. Both were fighting for dominance and the knife. Reid knew that if this man had the knife that he would be dead.
Reid was finally able to get the knife out of the man's hand only for it to slide away on the floor out of Reid's reach. Reid started to crawl away from the man to try and get the knife. He got his hands on it as the man grabbed his leg to pull him away from it. As Reid turned his body around with the knife in his hand he didn't even think he just plunged the knife into the man above him. It took a moment for both parties to realise what had just happened. There in his attacker was the knife sticking out of his neck. That wasn't where Reid was aiming, but if Reid was honest with himself he wasn't really aiming in a specific place to begin with. The man's blood was on Reid's hand as he still held the knife that was in the man's neck. The man fell off to the side pulling the knife out as he did it. The man started to bleed out on the floor and Reid was frozen. He didn't move he didn't know how to wrap his mind around this. Yes he had shot people before and he killed a couple, but that was in the line of duty and with a gun. He had just stabbed someone to death. Reid couldn't fool himself he was too smart he knew that that man was going to die if not already dead and there he was with a bloody knife in his hands with the man's blood on him.
Reid was trying to get his mind to work he knew he needed help, he knew he was injured how injured he didn't know. He had to get help Reid was in shock he didn't even let go of the knife as he went over to his fallen messenger bag and dug out his cell phone. His mind was working on autopilot he just dialed whatever number that came to him. He was silently hoping he would answer the phone after a few rings there was a voice on the other end.
"Morgan"
Reid didn't talk he didn't even know what to say he was completely lost in shock that his mind wouldn't even function. He was sitting on the floor trembling and a bloody knife in one hand and the phone in the other. He tried to talk but the words wouldn't come out.
"Hello?"
Reid closed his eyes and tried to get his mouth to work he just needed Morgan to come over then everything would be okay. He would know what to do.
"Der…Derek"
That had Morgan sitting straight up on his couch. He was originally laying down watching a football game when he got home from work. The way Reid sounded and the use of his first name automatically had put Morgan on alert. Morgan knew something was wrong so as he spoke he got up to get his shoes and coat to head out.
"Reid what's wrong?"
"I…"
That's all that Reid could manage to get out he didn't know what to say. Hey how are you? By the way I killed a man. His mind wasn't working in that moment he could start to feel all of the pain that his body had taken from the fight. He couldn't think.
"Reid where are you at home?"
Reid nodded completely not realising that Morgan couldn't in fact see him.
"Ya"
"Okay stay there I'm on my way. Just hang tight alright?"
"Ya"
"Reid are you hurt?"
Reid didn't say anything he didn't even hear the question. He lowered the phone without even hanging up. He leaned back against the wall that was the entrance to his tiny kitchen. He just sat there with the phone now in his left hand just sitting with his knees off to the left side of him with his right hand still holding the knife. He couldn't take his eyes off of the now dead body in the middle of his living room.
Morgan tried calling Reid's name out a few more times before he gave up and hung up. He didn't know what was going on but he knew something must have happened so he made a judgement call. He dialed a number into his cell phone and waited for the other person to answer. All Morgan could do was hope that Hotch wasn't pissed that he called him. Morgan was hoping that Hotch was still at work and not at home with his family.
"Hotchner"
"Hotch are you still at work?"
"Yes why do you need something?"
"Something is wrong with Reid. I don't know what yet but he just called me and sounded horrible. Can you meet me at his place?"
"Yes but why do you need me?"
"I just have a bad feeling that something is really wrong and you might be needed."
"Alright what's his address?"
"105 Huntington Avenue apartment 6"
"Alright I'm on my way."
Both hung up their cell phones after that. Morgan was speeding across town so he could get to Reid as fast as he could. He was hoping that Reid wouldn't be pissed at him for telling Hotch where he lived. He understood why Reid didn't want people to know where he lived especially the team. His place was almost the definition of a crack shack. Morgan had tried a few times to get him to move out and move in with him. He owned a three bedroom house he had space for Reid to live with him. He also wouldn't have minded the company of having his best friend. He had Clooney but he did get lonely it would be nice to have some adult company. Reid refused said he could take care of himself no matter how many times Morgan tried to explain to him that he wasn't looking to take that away from Reid. The problem was he had been taking care of himself and his mother since he was just ten, he didn't know how to ask for help or to accept it. Morgan pulled up out front of Reid's apartment building. He turned off his car and headed inside. One of the reasons he hated this building so much was there was no security what so ever. Anyone could come in and do whatever they wanted to the building. Morgan headed up the stairs to the top floor where Reid's apartment was located. He went over to the door and knocked waiting for Reid to answer only he didn't. So he knocked again and called his name out still nothing. Morgan reached out and grabbed the handle to see if the door was unlocked he was relieved that it was in fact unlocked. He opened the door and nothing could have prepared him for what he saw.
There right in front of him was a dead man, blood everywhere, a broken table, glass on the floor, and a bloody bat. Morgan's eyes instantly went about finding Reid; he didn't have to look long. Reid was off to the left side of the door leaning against the wall that lead to his kitchen. Morgan instantly ran up to him and bent down so he could see Reid more clearly. Half of his face was covered in blood; there was blood in his mouth judging by how some of it was running down his chin. There was blood going down the back of his head and down to his neck. His shirt had cuts in it as well as blood; his right wrist had his bone popping out of his skin. In his left hand held his forgotten cell phone, but in his right hand was a bloody knife. The knife explained the cuts on his torso it also explained the dead body. The problem was Reid was in complete shock he didn't even register he was there.
Hotch got in his car right after he got off the phone with Morgan. He punched in Reid's address into his GPS then headed out. He had never been to Reid's place before and he couldn't help the slight curiosity that was creeping up at him. Reid had always kept where he lived very private only Morgan knew and had been to his place before. Reid was a private person but to be so closed off as to have no one over to his place had always been weird to Hotch. Even now he knew the only reason he was going was because Morgan had called and said something was wrong. Normally Hotch wouldn't have come, but it was Morgan and if he had a feeling that something bad had happened then he would go, Hotch had learned to trust Morgan's feelings over the years of working with him and now he didn't even question them anymore. Hotch had been driving for roughly twenty minutes before he got into Reid's neighbourhood. He couldn't believe what he saw the area was rundown; there were homeless people all over the sidewalks, prostitutes and drug dealers in the allies. The buildings looked like they were supposed to be condemned. Hotch found himself stuck between hoping Reid lived in this area and that he didn't live in this area, but was here to buy drugs. Finally he pulled up to Reid's address and saw Morgan's truck here. He got out of his car and made sure he locked it twice before he headed up inside. He pulled on the door not expecting it to open. He figured he would have to call Morgan so he would come down to let him in only the door did open allowing anyone to come inside. Hotch went inside and started to search for apartment 6. When he finally came to it he didn't expect the door to be open he also didn't expect to find a bead body, a horribly injured Reid and a stunned Morgan.
Hotch immediately took charge and went over and bent down next to Morgan so he could look at Reid. His injuries were terribly he needed a hospital.
"Did you call an ambulance?"
"Ah no I just got here and found this."
"Morgan go find something we can push against his head we need to stop the bleeding."
Morgan got up and headed down to the bathroom where he knew he would find towels. Hotch pulled out his cell phone and dialled 9-1-1.
"9-1-1 what's your emergency?"
"I need an ambulance and police to 105 Huntington Avenue apartment 6. A federal agent is injured."
"Alright they are on their way. Is the agent conscious?"
"Yes he is, but he's in shock."
"Are you going to stay with him?"
"Yes I'm his boss."
"Alright stay with him and keep him awake the ambulance should be there shortly."
"Thank you"
Hotch hanged up the phone just as Morgan came back in with a towel to press against the back of Reid's head. Hotch turned his attention to what was in Reid's hands. He gently took the cell phone out of his left hand and then he took the knife out and just placed it beside him.
"Reid can you hear?"
Reid didn't even move at the sound of Hotch's voice so Hotch tried a different approach. He used his voice that he only did when he was speaking with Jack.
"Spencer, hey come on look at me."
That got Reid's attention whether it was the soft voice or the use of his first name Hotch didn't know, but he also didn't care at that point.
"Hotch"
"Hey Morgan's here to. How are you feeling?"
"I don't know."
"You took a nasty blow to your head man. Just hang on the ambulance is on its way." Morgan said trying to get back in the game.
"Spencer can you tell me what happened?" Hotch asked
"I didn't mean to kill him. I was just trying to get him away, get him off of me." Reid's voice was soft and distant it was clear that he was in shock.
"It's okay is that your knife?"
"No it's his. He pulled it out."
"Okay spencer I need to ask you something very important before the police get here. Were you here to buy drugs?"
Morgan looked over at Hotch he couldn't believe that he would ask Reid that question. But that's when it occurred to him that Hotch thought he didn't live here.
"Hotch he lives here man."
Hotch looked over at Morgan and couldn't hide the surprised look that was on his face. Morgan just nodded his head answering the silent question. Before any more could be said the paramedics showed up at the door. They got Morgan and Hotch to move out of the way so they could look at Reid. The police came in a few minutes later.
"What's going on here? Who are you guys?" The one officer asked clearly the one in charge out of the two of them.
"My name is SSA Aaron Hotchner this is Agent Derek Morgan. That is Agent Dr. Spencer Reid. All three of us work for the FBI on the BAU team."
"My name is Officer Stevens and this is Officer Jones. What happened here?"
"We're not sure we just got here a few moments ago ourselves. I received a call from Agent Morgan about thirty minutes ago saying for me to come over here which is Dr. Reid's address. I came in and found him like this with Agent Morgan beside him."
"Alright Agent Morgan what happened?" Officer Stevens asked
"I got a call from Dr. Reid roughly thirty minutes ago he was completely out of it. I knew something was wrong when he called me by my first name. I was home so I got dressed quickly and drove over here. On the way I called Agent Hotchner and asked for him to come."
"Why did you ask him to come?" Officer Jones asked
"I felt that something had happened. Dr. Reid was completely out of it I knew something bad must have happened. It was really just a feeling so I called Agent Hotchner he is our boss and he agreed to meet here. I got here maybe two minutes before he did and found Dr. Reid injured and the place looked like this."
Officer Jones went over to where the dead body was and quickly checked for a pulse. He didn't find out nor did he think he would.
"Do you know who this man is?" He asked as he stood over the dead body.
"No we don't and I don't even think Dr. Reid does." Hotch answered.
"Whose knife is beside Dr. Reid?" Officer Stevens asked
"That was in Dr. Reid's hand when I got here. I removed it and placed it beside him where it is now. I asked him if it was his he said it wasn't. That the man pulled it out and they fought over it. We only got here two minutes before you did. We really don't have many answers for you right now." Hotch answered again
"We need to get him to the hospital he has some serious injuries." One of the paramedics said
The two paramedics had been working on Reid while the conversation had been going on. His injuries were serious and they didn't want to waste any time in finding out the details. They got him on the stretcher and headed out the door and into the ambulance. Hotch wasn't going to stand around here all day with these two officers he had an agent to take care of.
"We will be heading to the hospital. If you have any further questions you can find us there. We will be with our Agent."
"Your Agent is a suspect of a murder case he will be questioned once he is stable."
"You are more than welcome to question him as long as his lawyer is present and when the doctors say he is stable enough to answer those questions. Murder investigation or not he is a federal Agent and from the looks of things I would say it's a clear case of self defense. For now this conversation is over."
With that Hotch walked right out of the apartment followed by Morgan. Hotch wasn't going to let some local police officers harass Reid and call him a murder suspect. The man was clearly twice Reid's size plus he stabbed the man with his own knife. This was an easy case of self defense and Hotch was not going to let anyone bully his agent for it. Reid would have a hard enough time dealing with the fact that he stabbed someone and they died from it. Both Hotch and Morgan raced off to the hospital they both held off on calling the rest of the team until they knew what they were dealing with. Right now Reid wasn't going to be able to handle a bunch of people around him. They got to the hospital and went straight to the ER trying to find their agent. They saw a nurse and Hotch didn't waste any time.
"I'm SSA Aaron Hotchner I'm looking for my agent that was just brought in by ambulance Dr. Reid."
"Yes they just took him into surgery to reset his wrist as well as handle the internal bleeding. If you want to just have a seat in the waiting room when we know something we'll let you know."
"Thank you."
Morgan and Hotch went over to the waiting room to wait till they heard anything from the doctors. Morgan sat down in a chair while Hotch paced he was trying to get his thoughts together. There was one thought he just had to make some sense of.
"Why was Reid living there?"
Morgan let out a sigh and ran his hands over his bald head. He knew this conversation was going to come the second Hotch saw the area that Reid lived in.
"It's all he can afford."
"How can that be all that he can afford he makes the same amount that you do?"
"Yes but I only support myself, same as JJ, Emily, Rossi and yourself. We all own our own house or condo in JJ's and Emily's case but we only have to look out for our one unit. You take care of Jack and Haley, but the money is going to your household. Reid pays close to five grand a month for his mom's care. That leaves him just over a thousand bucks a month to live off of. That place he's living in now costs him eight hundred."
"That dump costs him eight hundred?"
"Oh you only saw it for a few minutes you wouldn't believe what's wrong with the place. If he's lucky he'll have hot water maybe twelve days out of the month. The ceiling leaks, the windows are painted shut, there's no heat just the little heater he bought so it's freezing in there all winter long. When the landlord doesn't pay the hydro he loses power sometimes for weeks. The door doesn't look out front so anyone can come in. His place has been broken into six times in the five years he's lived there. Thankfully he was on a case when it happened. He's been mugged three times in five years. One time he was without water and power for two weeks during the winter. It took him three days before he asked if he could spend the night at my place so he could shower. I asked him what happened and he told me, three days it took him to ask."
"How long have you known he's living there?"
"Two years. I've been trying to get him to move out and move in with me. He won't though no matter what I say. He doesn't know how to ask for help and even worse he doesn't know how to accept it. After all the bills are paid he's lucky if he has two hundred bucks to his name. That's why he doesn't have a car he can't afford to get one so he takes the subway. Half the time he doesn't have food. This is why when I notice he is more tired and looking thinner I bring him something to eat. At first he would get defensive but now he just says thanks. Hotch man; I don't know what to do anymore."
"We'll figure it out. Reid is stubborn when he wants to be. He had to become an adult when he was ten and because of that he doesn't know how to let someone help him. He's always had to be the one to handle everything it's time he started to learn that he doesn't have to go through it all alone. I'm sure there are times when he needs to talk about what's going on with his mother but he doesn't. He needs to talk and let people in."
"He doesn't talk about her even when I know something is wrong he won't talk about it. It's funny, because we all talk to him whenever we have a problem. Even Rossi has gone to him to vent and he just sits there and listens yet whenever he is going through something he doesn't talk to any of us. We all treat him like he's our shrink. Five years he's been on the team, five. We hardly know him, but he knows everything about us. How is that right?"
"It's not and to be honest I don't really think we all try very much to get to know Reid. That's something we need to work on changing. Reid's the youngest we look out for him in the field, but we don't outside of work. There's no excuse why I didn't know that Reid had been robbed or mugged that's something I should know that's something he should feel able to tell me. We have a lot of work to do with him and his relationship to us and the team."
"It's gonna take a lot of work, but we have to do it. He can't keep going like this I get that he's putting his mom first, but he needs to also make sure he's okay to. "
Hotch sat down next to Morgan as they waited for the doctor to come and tell them how Reid was doing. Three hours later a tired looking doctor came out.
"Spencer Reid?"
Hotch and Morgan both stood up.
"That's us."
"My name is Dr. Roberts I was operating on Mr. Reid."
"Dr. Reid." Morgan interrupted.
"Dr. Reid. He had internal bleeding, a fractured skull, his wrist bone was through his skin and we needed to set it. His internal bleeding has been repaired; we were able to reset his wrist it is being placed in a cast right now by a nurse. We need to keep him here for a few days to keep an eye on his head injury. Aside from that he has three broken ribs and four bruised ribs, he's covered in bruising and shallow cuts, and he has stitches on his forehead as well as his cheek. Finally his jaw bone is deeply bruised needless to say he will be in a great deal of pain afterwards. Now I know his chart specifies no narcotics, but I must recommend him to rethink that decision."
"I don't think he will, but when we are able to see him I'll speak to him about it. It's ultimately his decision." Hotch said.
"If his concern is a drug relapse that might not be a factor depending on what drug he was addicted to of course. I'm not saying that's his reason for not wanting any narcotics, but if it is I want to make sure he is fully informed so he can make a proper decision."
"It was dilaudid." Morgan answered seeing that Hotch wasn't sure if he should release that information.
"Well there are other narcotics we can give him that are a more of low grade morphine. If he's got a strong will power then he won't go through any cravings. Again it's his decision on what he would like to do. A nurse will come and get you when he is set up in a room if you have any further questions feel free to have a nurse page me."
"Thank you doctor." Both Hotch and Morgan said.
It was another two hours before they could go and see Reid in the hospital room. He was asleep with an oxygen mask on. They couldn't believe how horrible he looked he was black and blue. Never had they seen him look so young before. It was another three hours before Reid had started to wake up. Both Hotch and Morgan were sitting in chairs beside the bed. They hadn't called anyone yet on the team for they didn't know how Reid would react to it.
"Reid man wake up it's alright." Morgan said gently as he took Reid's uninjured hand into his. Slowly Reid managed to open his eyes and saw Hotch and Morgan sitting beside his bed. The beeping behind him and the mask on his face told him he was in a hospital. He moved his hand out of Morgan's hand to pull the oxygen mask off of his face.
"Morgan"
Reid's voice was soft and raspy it was obvious how much pain there was in his jaw.
"Hey man how are you feeling?"
"Sore"
"Reid you probably should keep the oxygen mask on."
"It's okay my oxygen levels are normal."
"How do you know that?" Morgan asked
"The numbers on the screen. My levels are normal I'm fine."
"Spencer I want to talk to you about something. The doctor wanted to know if you would like any narcotics for the pain. Now before you say anything I want you to make sure that you know all the information before you decide."
"No narcotics I don't want any I know the information and statistics I don't want any."
"Reid man if you're in pain."
"I'll deal with it."
"Spencer are you sure about this?" Hotch asked
"I'll be fine. No narcotics."
"Reid if you're worried about relapsing you're stronger than that." Morgan said trying to get his best friend to understand.
"You might think that but I don't and I don't feel comfortable taking them. Promise me you won't let them please."
"Alright we promise we won't let it happen." Hotch said
"Thank you."
"Reid do you think you could try talking about what happened?" Morgan asked
"I got home and everything seemed normal. I put my messenger bag down, I closed the door and then I turned around to lock it. That's when I got hit in the back of the head. I guess it was from the bat. He hit me a few more times. My gun was still in the holster I hadn't taken it off yet so I tried to get it, but he smashed the bat into my wrist I heard it snap I knew it was broken. I couldn't feel anything though somewhere along the way I lost my gun. I knew I had to get the bat out of his hands so I lunged at him and he dropped it. We fought on the ground for a while. I thought I had him down for a few minutes so I got up and ran to the door but he recovered. He threw me against the door, then against the mirror and the coffee table. I got a few hits in but he was so much bigger than me. He had me down one last time before he pulled the knife out and I knew he was going to kill me if I didn't get that away from him. That's when it gets a little fuzzy, because I remember fighting and wrestling for the knife. I don't remember getting cut or hurt. The knife fell out of his hands and skidded across the floor and I crawled off of him to get it he grabbed my leg and then the next thing I knew there was blood. I didn't mean to stab him in the neck I just. He grabbed me and I had it in my hand and he turned me around and I meant to hit him in the stomach or the side something that would keep down long enough. I didn't expect him to be right there. He didn't even realise it either there was so much blood and as he fell the knife cut him more until it came out. It felt like forever before I even moved but it was only a few seconds. I knew he was dead. I don't remember anything after that. How did I get here?
"You called my cell phone. You sounded really out of it. I knew something was wrong, because you called me Derek and you only do that when something is wrong. So I told you I was on my way, but at some point you put your arm down so you couldn't hear me. I called Hotch on the way and had him meet me there. When I got there you were in shock you still had your cell in your hand as well as the knife. Hotch arrived just a minute or so later and he called for the ambulance and the police."
"What are my injuries?"
"Skull fracture, broken wrist your bone actually poked out of your wrist, internal bleeding, three broken ribs, and four bruised ribs. You have stitches to your forehead and cheek. You also have a bruised jaw bone which is why it hurts to talk. As we ask you all these questions. Sorry man."
"It's okay. When can I leave?"
"In a few days the doc said."
"You saw my place?" Reid asked Hotch hoping he wouldn't make a big deal out of this.
"Yes that is something we really need to discuss. Spencer you need to learn how to accept help."
"I don't need help."
"Yes you do."
"No I don't. I needed help when I was ten trying to go to school, take care of my mom and pay the bills. I don't need help now."
"Come on pretty boy you can't tell me you like living there. You have talked to me about it before I know you hate it there. That place should be condemned no one should ever live there and yet there you are the nicest guy I know. I know why you live there I know that's all you can afford with your mom's bills and I admire you for that, but Reid enough is enough."
"So what am I supposed to do? Move her to some crappy facility because I don't like where I live? How is that right? Not to mention the fact that she won't understand she's been there for nine years I can't just move her. It took me six months to decide to place her there and I was terrified that she would hate it for the rest of her life, but she doesn't. I can't do that to her."
"We're not saying to at all Spencer. I agree I think you should leave her there she obviously likes it. I know she'll never love it, because she would prefer to be home. However, that doesn't mean you should be living in that place. Spencer you can't go days without eating, or power or hot water. You shouldn't live in a place that is falling apart around you and has no heat for winter. As your friend I can't let you keep living that way and as your boss I can't let you live in a place where it gets broken into and you get mugged. Spencer you could have died tonight that place isn't safe and you need to be safe, because we can't lose you. That has nothing to do with your mind and everything to do with who you are. Between the three of us we can figure this out, but you have to let us help you Spencer."
Reid took a deep breath and let it out. He didn't accept help from people, but he knew that Hotch and Morgan weren't going to let this one go and part of him was glad for that. He knew he couldn't keep living in that place he knew it wasn't safe. If he was honest with himself he knew in a few days when he could leave the hospital he would be asking Morgan if he could crash at his place for a little while. He knew he wouldn't be able to go back there and see the blood everywhere. So for once he was going to accept help and finally let people into his life.