"Hot arm warmers!" JJ laughed.

Reid began to cry and ran into the men's room.

"Should I follow him?" Morgan asked confused.

"I wouldn't!"Garcia said. "When he's upset he gets pissed if he gets caught crying!"

"Well then what do we do?"Morgan asked.

"Wait," Prentiss responded.

Meanwhile in the bathroom Reid was hiding in a stall crying, he had just ripped the damn arm warmers off and stuffed them in his messenger bag. He hadn't wanted to wear them in the first place, but it was the only way to hide his cuts.

Reid had thrown his whole wardrobe out to make room for his new clothes; the only problem was he hadn't bought any long sleeved shirts.

After he had got dressed this morning Reid had began to freak out when he saw how apparent the cuts were. He was about to call in 'sick' when he remembered the pink arm warmers Garcia had given him for Christmas that were still in the bag.

Ugh . . . Garcia. The bitch who stole his man. He was pissed off enough that he had to wear something she had given him, but when people started complimenting him on them, it made everything worse. Reid pulled a pocket knife out of the pocket of his black skinny jeans and cut his wrists.

"Are you sure I shouldn't go in there?" Morgan asked worriedly. "He's been in there for a really long time . . . and he's like a little brother to me-"

He was cut off by Garcia leaning over and passionately kissing him just like the other day. Morgan didn't want to use her, she really wasn't the object of his affections, but he needed a distraction so he just went for it.

Reid walked out of the washroom with the arm warmers back on still sulking a little expecting Morgan to come over and comfort him like usual.

But it turns out that Morgan was just going to hurt him once again. Reid looked over to the bullpen to see Garcia and Morgan passionately making out once again.

Well I guess they're public now. Reid thought to himself. Just fucking lovely, now he'll have to put up with seeing them like this every god damn day of his life! Yay!

Reid was absolutely furious and knew that he couldn't just skip work again, so he did the only thing he could think of.

Morgan and Garcia were just separating their lips when Reid stormed over.

"Here you can have your fucking arm warmers back bitch!" Reid screamed at Garcia.

Morgan went to say something, but Reid stopped him with a quick 'go fuck yourself.'

Reid then continued to take the arm warmers off and throw them at Garcia causing his cuts to be fully visible.

"Reid have you been-" Morgan began to ask before being cut off once again.

"Fuck you Morgan; you know this is your fault!" Reid said angrily.

"But-" Morgan started, but Reid just gave him the finger then walked towards JJ's office.

What Reid didn't see, unfortunately for both him and Morgan, was when Morgan began to cry and ran off in a deep depression.

Garcia followed quickly after him and they headed towards her office for some privacy.

Garcia closed the door behind him and went to say something, but Morgan had already burst into a rant.

"I don't understand! What did I do? I mean Jesus Christ, how could I destroy Reid, I mean sweet innocent Reid. The kid who doesn't even understand sex jokes! Now he's cutting! Did you see that Garcia? There were distinct cut marks!"

"Oh, I don't think it could be your fault honey!" Garcia soothed. "He's just mad at the world and needed someone to blame!"

"Well if he's blaming me, why does he need to cut?" Morgan asked.

"I don't know hon. I don't know," Garcia responded.

"And now I'm on the path to hurting you!" Morgan grumbled in between sobs.

"How's that, I'm thrilled with you right now!" She responded.

"Exactly," Morgan screeched beginning to hyper-ventilate. "You're not the one I like; I'm in love with someone else!"

"I suspected so," Garcia answered. "And that's fine; it has been for the last who knows how many years."

"I've just been using you," Morgan continued. "You're just something to release my energy into, and that's not fair."

"No, it is!" Garcia argued. "You need someone right now and if you need me I'll be there. Even if you're just using me. I'm a big girl, I know that, and this is my decision. So don't be afraid to ask for my help!"

Meanwhile in Jennifer Jareau's office:

"Hey Reid, what do you-" JJ started. "Wait are those cuts?"

"Yes," Reid answered in an annoyed tone. "But they're just a one-time thing, I'm fine now!" He lied.

JJ recognized the lie, but knew calling him out on it would just make matters worse.

"Look I know you like Morgan," She said.

"Really?" Reid asked. "How?"

"You aren't hiding it very well you're acting like a middle school girl with her first crush," JJ responded.

"Well if it's that noticeable how come Morgan and Garcia don't notice? Or are they just making out in front of me for spite? . . . I wouldn't put it past them!" Reid grumbled.

This is a vicious cycle. Thought JJ. Reid's depression brings anger, which brings Morgan's depression, which brings Morgan and Garcia together, which makes Reid depressed even more.

"Reid, you're depression is pushing them together," JJ told him.

"So then what am I supposed to do be happy-go-lucky when inside I feel like complete dog-shit?" He asked.

A/N: I hope you liked this chapter! PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW FOR THE SAKE OF POOR SPENCEY'S MENTAL HEALTH; IT'S TAKING A DOWNHILL PLUNGE, QUICK HURRY! This chap was kind of sad all around . . . I hope to update soon. Thanks for reading. Also to all those Criminal Minds writers check out my Criminal Minds Monthly Writing Contest here: .net/forum/Criminal_Minds_Monthly_Writing_Contest/79041/

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