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JJ: I couldn't.
Reid: What if I started taking Dilaudid again, would you have let me?
JJ: You didn't.
Reid: Yeah, but I thought about it. [Walks away]
~Quote from Criminal Minds, Season 7, Episode 2: Proof
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"Soooo, I heard you had an interesting conversation with JJ," commented Morgan.
"Why don't you get to the point," Reid shot back.
"If you were thinking about using, you could have come to me. You should have come to me."
"I hate to state the obvious, but you were more concerned with the dead than the living," Reid said casually, as he tried to side-step around Morgan and exit the break room.
Morgan slammed his fist on the counter. "What the hell Reid?! I thought that Doyle had killed Emily!"
"Exactly. Emily was dead and you were more concerned with finding Doyle and extracting your revenge than the people who were still here!"
"Well it's a good thing I was because now we have Emily back!"
"But you didn't know that was even a possibility, did you? No, you didn't!"
"What the hell do you want from me?!"
"Not a damn thing," he replied, once again trying to exit the break room.
"Are . . . are you using?"
"Excuse me?"
"Well it would explain your recent behavior."
"You know what explains my behavior? The fact that three of the people I trusted most in this world lied to me, two of them to my face, for months. Oh, and my so-called best friend, treats me like a pet project that he goes back to at his convenience when he doesn't have anything more important to be doing, so fuck you Morgan!" Morgan was so shocked by Reid's language that the smaller man finally succeeded in escaping the room.
Morgan quickly returned to his senses and followed him into the bullpen. "This conversation isn't over."
"As a matter of fact, it is. I don't have time to play this game; I have things to do and places to be. If you're really so concerned, use your key and search my place. I don't care. Either way, I'm leaving."
The stronger agent reached out to stop him but Hotch appeared out of nowhere and told him to let Reid go. Morgan didn't realize but the younger agent had been leaving early on Tuesdays – when they were in town – since Emily 'died' and Hotch was fairly certain he did so in order to attend an N/A meeting.
"He's not using Morgan," Hotch said quietly.
"How do you know?"
"He wouldn't care this much if he were high." Morgan pondered the statement and turned to address his boss but the man had disappeared.
"Stealthy bastard," he muttered.