Hotch looked at the subordinate sitting on the ground pouting and talked with his coworkers, "She said all he did was sit there and play with a ball. The entire time."
Gideon sighed, "We'll never know if this can be reversed if he doesn't talk."
"I know. He's still pouting about us bringing him home."
Morgan leaned and looked to the side, wondering if it was best to bring him back. He was worried about his kid brother but he wouldn't behave like an adult long anough for anything to be known other that the prolonged captivity has most likely done some difficult to reverse to his mind.
"Spencer," Gideon began, "Get off the floor and sit in a chair."
He looked to the side and stood, "I thought you said I didn't have to work these weeks. Why did you call me in?"
"Because you need to go to therapy and I am coming with you to make sure you actually do something other than play," Hotch looked.
Spence crossed his arms indignantly.
Hotch sighed and talked over with the other two men. He was talking too quietly for Reid to hear. The young man looked and tried to crawl over to hear but by the time he got within hearing distance they'd ended the conversation.
"Spencer, Gideon told you to get off the floor, now get up," Hotch told him. Reid kicked his foot and stood, walking to the therapist office.
In the office Reid grabbed at the same red ball he had yesterday. He smiled and tossed it in the air several times until Hotch took it from him.
"Hotch!" he complained.
"She asked you a question, now answer it," he said calmly as he ushered the young man to the couch.
Reid sulked and reached to get the ball out of Hotch's hand, the older man merely held it out of reach and gave him a look. He sighed and crossed his arms.
After twenty minutes of avioding questions Hotch was losing patients, "Will you give us a moment?" he asked the woman. She nodded and left the two, "Spencer, stop playing games."
"I want the ball."
"No, answer the questions and I won't tell you again," he said sternly.
"I don't want to be here! I wanna go home!" he stood and began to walk the door.
"Spencer Reid! If you do not stop this behavior I will spank you!" he warned.
He stopped mid stride and pouted, "But I don't want to..."
"Sit down. Now."
He sniffled as if ready to cry and walked to the chair and crossed his arms. Hotch gave him one last look as he called the woman back in.
Spence answered most of the questions. Even after answering the few he seemed to be almost happy. He was very delighted to describe his time with Travis and mirthful when talking on the time he had with Jenny.
Hotch just listened closely. This was saddening.
"Thank you Spencer. I'm happy we got into more conversation today. I'll see you tommorow."
He sighed and hoped out of the chair going out of the building. Hotch was going to talk with him but he left to quickly.