"OH MY GOD, what happened to my baby boy, did someone hurt him oh my god" Penelope chanted as she trotted on over to Morgan, who was slouched in a hospital waiting room along with Rossie, J.J., Emily and Hotch.

Morgan looked up at the happy person in front of him, how was he supposed to let her know, how was he supposed to break her heart when he loved like he did family.

"Um Reid, he uhh" Morgan once again was searching for the right thing to say but as quickly as it came, it faded. He stood up.

"He um, he overdosed, purposely, I found him in his bathroom, his whole apartment was trashed." Morgan felt his throat tighten.

Garcia's face told eveything she was thinking, her mouth was open, tears swelled her eyes and she almost began shaking. Morgan hugged her to stop her fainting.

"Well can we at least see him, we have to be there for him" Garcia pleaded.

"He is in room 306 but he is still unconscience" Morgan said as he turned to look at the floor. J.J. stood up to accompany Garcia.

The two of them found room 306, knocked on the door, there was no reply, they opened the door, and sat down beside him. His eyes had bigger circles than any of them had ever seen him with. His skin was pale and covered in beads of sweat. His hair had knotted and matted into balls.

Everything was dark for Reid. Then, suddenly he was back in the library. The one where he danced with Maeve. He spun his head, looking for her, anywhere but he couldn't find her, he sat down at the metal framed table, and breathed in the smell of dust and old books, and there, in front of him, Maeve appeared. He smiled and he hugged her. He smelt her hair and kissed her forehead.

"I'm sorry" he said as a single tear fell down his face, "I'm sorry I couldn't save you" his throat felt like it was on fire " I'm sorry I couldn't get to you in time. I miss you every day and I promise I'll never let you go" He hugged her again and felt her arms wrap around his back like he wish they had gotten to do. He closed his eyes, as if, if he never opened them again, he'd never have to leave her.

He squeezed her tighter only for her to disappear, he quickly opened his eyes and the library was gone, he was back in those concrete walls. Maeve lay on the floor her blood making patterns of tree branches from her head. The life in her had flooded away.

He ran to her and held her head he cried and weeped and screamed as loud as he could. But she too disappeared from his arms.

Now he was back in the hospital, he knew the familiar scent of sick people and hand sanerizer. He kept his eyes closed as he knew there was someone else with him, he knew he'd stopped dreaming.

"Spence" instantly he knew J.J. was with him, no-one else had ever called him Spence. He felt a hand on his cheek wipe away the tears. He didn't realised he had been crying

He slowly peeled his eyes open to see JJ. He couldn't speak, it was like there was no air in his lungs. He felt thick leather on his wrists and ankles. He knew he had been restrained, there was no way of escaping.

A doctor walked in the room with a clip board. "Well it's good to see you're up but visiting hours are over" he said unfortunately rather happily.

"But can't we ju." Garcia was cut of by the doctor telling them to leave. The two of them promptly left, waving behind them to Spencer.

The doctor walked over to Spencer who at this point felt so sick he thought he might throw up, withdrawal symptoms. " well it seems you've got yourself in a bit of a sticky situations. You have your family emergency contact as D. Morgan. Well you can either go stay with him on a suicide watch, or you can check yourself into a rehab centre." The doctor said.

"I can't go stay with Morgan so, rehab I guess" Spencer was surprised at just how quickly the words came to him after not being able to speak a word to JJ. He thought about himself, god, the famous intelligent Dr.Spencer Reid, reduces to a suicidal mess.

"Tihank god you picked rehab because I already called them over to escort you." Following that, two big men in white uniform, similar to the ones that had taken his mum away now started to unstap him. Oh go, he thought back to his mum, how would he explain this to her, who would take care of her.

He stood up and the two men held either of his arms. They walked the opposite direction from the waiting room, thank god he wouldn't have to face any of them.

The rehab center was huge, of corse Spencer knew the statistics on the amount of drug addicted people entered rehab programs.

They took him to a small white room, in fact everything was white, the lamps, the bedsheets, the bathroom. He saw a plain pair of jeans and a red t-shirt sat on the bed, god! he thought, he might as well be in prison.

The door promptly shut on him and the two men had left. He began to change out of his hospital gown, into his t-shirt and jeans.

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Garcia left Reid's room and ran to the waiting room. Crying desperately into her hands Morgan hugged her. "It's okay baby-girl, he'll be okay. We just need to be there for him." Morgan said supposedly to Garcia but actually to himself, trying to calm down.

An hour had passed and still no word from the doctor about Reid. When the same doctor that has dismissed Garcia walked passed her, she stood up and grabbed him.

"Has there been any changes, is he okay, what's happened to him." Garcia said as she began to hyperventilate.

"Oh, has no-one told you, he checked himself into a rehab center down the road."

Hotch stood up in a fit of rage "What, are you serious, where is he, I need an address"

The docor was slightly taken back, it he reached into his pocket and pulled out a card, " here you go, but you won't be able to visit him, but I guess you can watch him."

The whole team stood up in unison and made there way to the exit.