Chapter 2

Reid tiredly drove to the hotel the rest of the team was at. As he drove he thought about his mom and how she had freaked out over the smallest problem. He glanced down at the blue band aid placed over his scratch on his elbow. He hated the fact that no one at the sanitarium ever noticed his mother skipping her medication. He wondered when she last ate or gave herself exercise. Reid just wished his job didn't require so much time; he wanted more time to see his mom. Maybe if he did, she would take care of herself more. Daily letters just aren't enough, he thought.

Spencer pulled into the hotel parking lot and exited his car. He made sure he locked it and walked inside. He stepped into the nearest elevator and pushed the button to the floor he was on. As he stood there and waited for the elevator to stop, he continued to think of his mother and her condition. What if he was going to end up like his mother? Would Hotch have to kick him off the team? Will his friends treat him differently? He shook his head from the thought as he realized the elevator doors opened almost a minute ago. He quickly exited before the doors could close.

Reid walked down the hallway to his and Morgan's room. He pulled out the key and unlocked the room door. He stepped inside to see Morgan looking through case files and sipping some water. He looked up at his friend and closed the file.

"Hey, how was your visit?" he asked. Reid looked at the ground, wondering if he should tell the truth or not. He looked back up quickly to make sure his emotion wasn't obvious.

"It was fine," he said and collapsed onto his bed after throwing his messenger bag to the side.

"Was she surprised to see you?" Morgan questioned. Reid rolled over onto his back and set his hands on his stomach.

"Yeah," he said quietly. He kept his eyes glued to the ceiling and took in a deep sigh.

"Have any new bodies been discovered since I was gone?" he asked after rolling his head over to meet Morgan's eyes. His friend shook his head. "Good, because that's the last thing we need." Reid looked back up at the ceiling after realizing his voice was growing dull, he hoped Morgan didn't notice. But it was really hard having a group of friends that are all profilers.

"You alright there, Pretty Boy?" Morgan asked. Reid nodded and rolled over to the side, facing the wall.

"I'm just tired," he answered. "I think I'll go to bed early." Reid began to kick off his shoes and then pulled the tucked covers out from under him and covered up his body.

"Alright then, night," Morgan said. Reid closed his eyes and fell into a deep slumber.

"Spencer, please don't do this to me…" Reid could hear his mother beg. It was the same thing she had said before he sent her to the sanitarium. He jolted awake in his bed and looked around with sweat running down his forehead. He felt his blood run cold as he realized he wasn't in the hotel room he had fallen asleep into. He pulled the covers off slowly and looked around the room.

"Morgan?" he called. His friend was nowhere to be found. Reid jumped as the door opened by itself and a bright light beamed into his room. He shielded his face and walked closer as the light began to fade. He walked out of his room to find a lobby with people sitting around in.

"Oh, good morning, Dr. Reid," a female voice said. Reid jumped and turned around to see a woman with blonde hair and a smile.

"Who are you?" he asked her. The blonde stranger cocked her head to the side.

"I'm your doctor silly. You know, Dr. Jones?" she said. Then it was Reid's turn to cock his head, his eyes darted across the floor apprehensively and he looked back up at her.

"Where am I? And where's my team?" he asked almost in a demanding tone. His heart dropped as the doctor frowned and stared at him with the most confused look he had seen.

"Don't you remember? Your team sent you here once you were diagnosed with schizophrenia almost a year ago," she said. Reid stumbled backwards; he set his hand on the wall to catch himself and took in deep breaths.

"No, no, you're lying. You have to be," he denied. His doctor took a step forward and tried to help him but he backed up. The more steps he took behind him, the more she walked towards him; he noticed a devious smile spread across her lips as she walked closer. He shivered as he saw her mood change dramatically. What was going on?

"That's right, Spencer. You can't take care of yourself, just like your pathetic mother. Now you're stuck here while the rest of your team is living their lives now that you're out of them," she mocked. Reid continued to walk backward as she walked closer to him.

"You're lying!" he began to yell.

"Just face it, Spencer. YOU'RE STUCK HERE!" the doctor screamed. Reid found himself stumbling backward as he backed into a wooden chair. His back hit the chair and he fell backwards to the ground, screaming on the way down.

Reid jolted awake and sat up quickly. He found his trembling hands gripping the sheets tightly and he was sweating. He ripped the sheets off and slid his fingers up his brown hair after taking in a large and shaky breath. He could hear Morgan rolling over in his bed to face his friend.

"Reid, you okay, man?" he asked meekly. Reid looked at him for a little while.

"Yeah, yeah. I just had a b-bad dream that's a-all," he replied quickly, stuttering from his trembling form.

"Okay, just checking," Morgan mumbled before falling back asleep. Reid sat his head back on his pillow; his body was too hot to cover himself back up. He rubbed his eyes as the sight of his doctor's evil grin. The memory burned into his mind forever. He sighed deeply as his body was still shaking, his breath as well. He already knew what had triggered that terrible nightmare; his mind was already going back to the day before.

He remembered his mother being dragged away from him, apologizing over and over. It was never her fault he scratched his elbow, all she did was trip. Maybe if he could've kept his balance he wouldn't have fallen and his mother would have been calmer. He rolled over and stared at the clock beside his bed. It was only three-thirty am. He couldn't go back to sleep. Not after that.

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