Reid tossed the ball in the air several times. The questions of the therapist were repeatitive and boring. He really just wanted to go home but apparently those were the only statements he said they wouldn't listen to.
"Spencer. Spencer! Please pay attention, this is very important," The woman clapped her hands.
"When can I go? I'e served my hour here and I'm ready to leave now," he continued to toss the ball.
She gave an exasperated sigh, "You can leave."
He hoped up and prepared to go home. With his release from captivity he'd been given some days off work, which was great
"Reid," Morgan called.
Oh great, "What?"
"How was day one of therapy?"
"Boring and repeatitive," he walked past.
"Want me to take you home?"
"I'm fine, but thanks. I'll see you later," he waved and left the building.
Morgan raised a brow but sighed. Spence had only been back a few days and he'd been angry with all of them. He even had a tantrum that put any toddler to shame.
FLASH BACK TIME _
"No! I'm not going to some therapy I don't need!" Reid glared at Hotch.
The older man sighed, "Lower your voice, Spencer," he said calmly, "This isn't up for discussion. You've been in captivity almost 6 months and you are going to therapy. You may even need physical therapy."
"No! I'm not going, I'm not, I'm not!" He stomped his feet and jumped up and down.
Morgan, Gideon and Hotchner looked at eachother. There was no real way to describe the confusion of the three men and it only got worse as it progressed.
"Spencer," Gideon looked at him, "Do you even no how old you are?"
"Of course I do!" he glared "I'm 25!"
"So then don't you find it odd you're stomping and kicking about?"
The young brunette glared and began to kick the wall and stomp. He jumped on the floor and then laid there, kicking the wall.
"I'm weirded out," the African man shuddered.
Hotch was losing patience, "Spencer Reid!" he said in a stern tone. Reid looked at him, "You will stand up and carry yourself as the adult you are!"
Spence looked at him, lip quivering and eyes watering. He continued to lay on the ground and began to sob and cry in frustration.
Gideon sighed and leaned down, rubbing his head, "We're going to have to set a date for his sessions."
"No!" he sobbed, "No therapy! I don't want to be in therapy!"
"You don't have a choice, Spencer."
