~hello everyone! So here's a Spencer Reid Fan fic. It's my first story evvver so sorry if it's not the best lol. And I've done some research on dilaudid to make the story more realistic but it is only the research from Google. And the crimes in the story are just some things I made up as I went along. Anyway enough talk, I hope you enjoy the story, oh and please review, or not I'm not your Dady. K bye and i will update as much as I can. :)~

Another sleepless night, another meaningless shot of dilaudid. Thought Special Agent Dr. Spencer Reid as he tied a bandana above the knick of his already bruised elbow. It's not like he would have slept peacefully without it anyway. With another sigh of self pity he stuck the needle in his arm and pushed the liquid inside of his vain. 'For a genius you're pretty stupid.' Echoed in his head as he untied the bandana from his arm and leaned his head against his couch. With the rush of relaxation his eyes fluttered closed into a dreamless sleep.

BEEP ... BEEP ... BEEP

"Unnrrnn..." Reid moaned as he turned onto his side and reached over for the snooze button. Glancing at the alarm clock that was now on his living room table, 8:00. Only 3 hours of sleep. He needed to get up to catch the train to work.. And have time to look presentable (not like he had taken drugs 3 hours before) and have some breakfast if his stomach... Or he could call in sick. Again. Have the day to relax.. And refill his stash of dilaudid. Which he had been avoiding but he knew he would have to do it eventually, it's not like he could just quit cold turkey.. But "no" he said to himself sternly. His co-workers would get suspicious. Well more suspicious then they already were. Who was he kidding? His team had obviously noticed something.
BEEP ... BEEP ...BEEP
The blaring alarm departed him from his thoughts and back to reality. Time to get ready. He thought as he braced himself to get up, aching muscles and the shiver down his skinny spine told him that he needed another dose. With a sigh he tore himself from the couch and hobbled to the bathroom locking it behind him.
Walking through the elevator doors 20 minutes late Spencer hurried into his work at the BAU and into the Bullpen. His with-drawl symptoms now thankfully suppressed from the pills he had taken about an hour earlier. Putting his stuff down on his office chair realizing non of his team were around. "Meeting room!" he cursed to himself as he hurried through to conference room. Maybe he could quietly sneak in without making too much of a disturbance. Turning the handle oh so quietly and pushed the door halfway open. No one seemed to notice as JJ went on about something on the projector. He let out a sigh of relief as he took his first quiet step into the office only for his other foot to catch behind this fist step. Before he could reacted his body rammed into the floor with a load thud. Falling right through the door, so much for being quiet he noted dryly in his head.
"Woah Reid, nice of you to drop in!" Morgan joked as he got up and put his hand out to Reid while the others snickered.
Looking up at Morgan he awkwardly denied the helping hand and hurried to the only open seat in the room. Unfortunately though, that seat was right next to Hotch.
"Nice of you to join us Reid." Hotch said in a annoyed tone that made Reid shrink in his chair.
" Uhmm as I was saying.." JJ continued breaking the awkward silence that hovered in the room. "4 victims, all blond, all females and all found in remote sights strangled with lacerations on the chests and thighs, all missing jewelry and cash.
"Wheels up in 30." Hotch said as the team dispersed leaving Reid to stare at the files he was passed. Maybe if he hadn't been late he wouldn't have had to skip breakfast in order to catch up on the case. He cursed himself for not being able for get himself together in time to catch his train to work.
"Reid!" Spencer almost jumped out of his chair as he turned to face Emily Prentis. Who had apparently been standing there waiting for a responds for awhile.
"what?" Reid snapped, instantly regretting his harsh tone towards his friend and team mate.
Before he could apologize Prentis stated, "I just came in to give you this." She motioned to the coffee in her hand. She handed it to spencer and stalked out of the room confused as to why Reid had yet again snapped at her. She looked to Morgan who was waiting for her outside of the conference room. He gave her am epathedic look, Emily had been on the reseaving end of Reid's mood swings lately. She rolled her eyes and walked away leaving Morgan outside of the conference room. Damn it.. He grumbled to himself as he walked to get his go bag. There was obviously something going on with Reid but the last time trying to pry it out of him had resulted in the cold shoulder from him for a week. He figured he would just have to wait it out of him. Eventually he would have to get it off his chest, or maybe even get what ever help he needs. This can't last forever.. Can it?

"The cuts on the women were done post mordom.. That could point to overkill. Maybe the victims were representatives of someone to the Unsub." Gideon stated looking up form the files on his lap.
"Someone who rejected him." Hotch suggested. "But the way they were strangled confuses me. There where small bruises around he necks, not large ones that result from strangling. Meaning it didn't take much force to kill them."
"It could be a another women that's strangling them." JJ spoke.
"Reid what are the statistics on women stranglers?" Gideon asked impatiently as he rifled through the pictures.
When no response was made the team turned their attention to the young agent slouched over in an uncomfortable seeming position fast asleep on the couch. "Reid." Hotch said sternly and shook his shoulder firmly. Spencer opened his eyes coming to and tried to blink away the sleepiness to no avail. Only 3 hours of sleep had really gotten to him. Realizing how uncomfortable he was he sat up to see his team wearing concerned faces along with a irritated looks of Hotch and Gideon. "S-sorry." Spencer apologized a self consciously looked down, trying to ignore the nausea that threatened him. How long has it been since he had his last pill of dilaudid? "What?"
"Never mind. We will be landing in about 7 minutes. JJ start to get a press conference together." Hotch stated rolling his eyes at Spencer.
Gideon continued, "Prentiss and I will go to the crime scenes, Morgan and Hotch, you go the the places the victims were last scene..." Gideon paused and looked up at Spencer who was waiting for his job to be given to him. Gideon opened his mouth to say something but closed it noticing the young mans darker-than-usual bags under his eyes and his messy appearance. "Reid go to the hotel get some sleep." He demanded and put away the file he was holding.
"What?" Spencer chocked. "Gideon I'm fine. I can work."
"That's an order Reid. When you're more awake then you can start on a geographical profile but until then get some rest." Gideon stated getting up for a refill of coffee.
Spencer stood up to fallow him and protest but was stopped when Gideon looked back with a 'do not argue with me' look. Crossing his his arms and falling back into his seat like a pouting child he turned his head to look out the window. The team who had been watching the whole argument now looked among themselves and back at Reid as the awkward tension had set in. •••