Reid's Mind
Chapter One-Worrying
It has been said that time heals all wounds. I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue, and the pain lessens, but it is never gone – Reid
The mind is a delicate thing but the mind of the youngest agent seemed more so. The team knew that the Reid had a mind that was too old and experienced for his fragile persona and this made him seem a natural victim. Whether this was for teasings from his fellow Profilers or for the Un Subs his mind managed to catch.
Reid pondered about this whenever either occasion should arise. Each time making him feel more and more secluded and vulnerable and seemingly unable to cope in his job. He wondered about his sanity and how long it would be until he was in the home he had sent his mother to at the age of eighteen.
'No, I won't end there. I'm good at my job, the team says so.' Reid thought hard and defiantly about this. But the more he reminded himself of this the more he realized he would never call them his team, it would always remain the team.
Another case file was thrown across the large desk and he had to pull himself from his thoughts and once again focus his mind.
"So Reid, what do you think?"
"Excuse me?"
"The case."
"Oh ... mm ... well."
"Concentrate, Reid."
"Sorry, Hotch."
The meeting ended quite soon after and Hotch pulled Reid to one side.
"Reid, what's going on with you?"
"I'm sorry, Hotch. My mind drifted a little." Reid replied, honestly.
"That's not like you, Reid."
"I know, I'm sorry."
"Everything ok?"
"I'll be fine."
"We'll talk after the case, ok."
Reid nodded in agreement not wanting to cause an argument.
Hotch walked off leaving the younger agent to follow him in silence.