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Reid had just come home, from talking with the team, and telling them he would be away for a couple weeks, on a vacation. He had been ten months clean now, but suddenly everything was crashing down in his head again. He hadn't even been able to focus at the last case they had been assigned to, something that was extremely unusual for him. All he could think about was how that drug was able to seep through his body and make everything okay again, and God, how he needed things to be okay. The flashbacks had started coming back a couple of months earlier, at first it hadn't been so bad, but surely it had gotten worse in a matter of weeks. He was lying on his bed now, studying the coin John had given him, representing his one year mark of being clean. He didn't understand why he had given it to him, even though he wanted to. But his thoughts wouldn't stay with him, as the pictures of what happened started creeping up in his head. He clutched his other hand, in which he had his already prepared shot. The first thing he had done when he came home was to prepare it, and now he was lying here, trying to find reasons why he shouldn't take it. But he was running out of them.
He knew everyone in his team loved him and was there for him, as he was for them. But in some strange way he had never felt more alone then he did now, more hopeless. He dragged himself sitting up in the bed, and carefully placed the coin on his nightstand, before he lifted the syringe and studied it, while slowly turning it around with his slender fingers. He leaned back against the wall behind him, and slowly pulled his sleeve up. He bit his lower lip as the needle went into his vein, and closed his eyes as he pushed what he now considered to be liquid gold into it.
It didn't take long before that warm sensation started creeping up on him, and before he knew it he was slowly drifting off, visiting old memories in his mind, this time good once, a much needed change.
Morgan was sitting in his car outside of Reid's apartment, looking up at the window he knew lead into the young man's bedroom. He had been worried about him this past week that he had been gone, even more so when neither of his teammates had heard a single word from him. He wondered where he was, how he was. That protective feeling he so often had for the younger teammate seemed stronger then even now. He didn't even know why he was here, Reid had said he was going away, but something in Morgan's mind told him to come here. He slowly turned off the ignition, and got out of his car. As he walked towards the entrance he pushed the button on his keys that locked the car, before he opened the front door and went inside. A rush of something hit his chest, and he didn't know why, but his feet started running up the stairs to Reid's apartment, where he quickly grabbed the set of extra keys he had to it, and unlocked the door.
There was a strong smell in the apartment, closed in, different than what it used to be. Morgan cleared his throat before he called out the younger teammate's name, and closed the door behind him before he stepped out of his shoes. A quick look over the apartment told him that Reid hadn't left since he came here, and the disturbing images of empty cans of soda, and clothes scattered over the floor scared him. Reid had always been tidy, needing to have things set in a special kind of manner, and even how much it had annoyed Morgan, this was more frightening than anything. This wasn't Reid.
Time seemed to pass by extremely slow as Morgan made his way towards the man's bedroom, and he placed his hand on the doorknob, and kept it there for some seconds before he slowly opened it. The smell that met him was intense, a sort of burnt smell. Something wasn't right. He fumbled after the light switch, and felt his heart dropping hard in his chest when the lights came on and he saw his younger teammate lying unconscious in bed, with dark rings around his eyes, with a sort of starved look to his almost naked body. "Reid!" he shouted out, a jolt of fear going off in his body as he made his way to him and started shaking his body. His hands started shaking when he couldn't wake the boy up, but he could also see he was breathing by the way his chest moved. Morgan cursed loudly as he pulled Reid up and hugged him close, and his eyes looked around him in his bed and on the floor, where syringes laid scattered around, and on his nightstand a little pile of the drugs he had used. Fuck, how could I have let this happen, I was supposed to protect him, how could I not have seen this coming?
"Reid, please, wake up." He whispered, the hurt apparent in his voice, he couldn't describe what he felt like, or why the feelings where now so intense. But holding his somewhat cold and lifeless body in his hands made his heart break, and he quickly grabbed the blanket and put it around the boy, while his strong hands hugged him close. "I'm so sorry..." he whispered against the young man's hair, before he closed his eyes with his head leaning down on Reid's.
A/N: This is the first fanfic I have ever written, so reviews would be greatly appreciated! There will be more to this story, well, depending if anyone wants it.
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