The End and What It's Worth- Chapter 3

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".......ok, so last chap sucked. hope this ones better!!! please R&R!"

Spencer Reid threw his suitcases into his car, and drove out of the Las Vegas Rehab. He was excited about going home, but knew there was something he had to do before he left Las Vegas- he had to visit his parents. Although he didn't particularly want to jump up and down at the chance to see his father, he knew it was something he had to do. If the situation was reversed, he would want his father to visit him,too. Reid wouldn't mind seeing his mother again, because of the guilt he felt about leaving her in the sanitarium and not visiting more frequently.

He turned up the radio to try to clear his mind off of his father. He drove as the music filled his mind- successfully keeping his mind occupied. He grimaced when his father's work came into his view. His mind started panicking as he drove into the parking lot, and his hands left the wheel. "Damn it!" he yelled. He pounded his head against the steering wheel and screamed. He couldn't do this- he had to leave before he started panicking again. Reluctantly, he put his hands back on the steering wheel, and started driving to his mother's sanitarium. He would come back after he visited his mother, no matter what.

'Why couldn't I do it?' Reid thought. He groaned in frustration, and felt like a failure. He felt weak and stupid for not being able to talk to his own father. He drove without thinking of his father, and reached Bennington a few minutes later- he had been speeding, and there was very light traffic. He drove into the parking lot, and parked his car. Then, he got out, and walked toward the door.

Reid took a deep breath- trying his best to calm his nerves. He walked in with a slow stride, and comfronted the nearest nurse. She smiled at him, and waved him over. "Welcome back, Spencer! I'm assuming you're here to see your mom?" she greeted.

"Yeah, my mom." he nodded his head- making it all-too obvious he was very nervous.

"Why so nervous? You've seen your mom plenty times before." She asked with a frown.

"Um....it's just....I haven't seen her in a while, and I haven't been sleeping well lately." He didn't lie- he just didn't tell her the other reasons why he was so nervous.

"Oh, okay. Well, she's just in here- as you already know- and just call me if you need anything!" the nurse said- just a little too cheery.

Reid nodded dismissively, and walked into his mother's room. He nervously knocked on the door, and smiled as his mother looked up at him. "Hi...uh...mom." he said- his voice squeaking as he spoke.

"Well, this is a nice surprise." she smiled, and starting walking over to her son. There must've been something in his demeanor to give him away, because she frowned when she looked him over. "What's wrong? You're hand is shaking." She walked over to Reid, and stroked his cheek. He shuddered at her touch, which made her frown deepen. "Spencer, you're shaking. Is something wrong? What aren't you telling me?"

'Damn.' Reid thought. 'Withdrawal symptoms suck!' Now, he had to think of an excuse for the shaking. He knew telling her the truth was out of the question- his mother was a paranoid schizophrenic- she couldn't understand the truth.

"Um....it's just that I'm really cold." Reid said- trying his best to be convincing. "I'm getting over a flu." he added.

His mom shook her head. "No. I KNOW when some-thing's wrong. So what aren't you telling me?" she asked, grabbing her son's hands. Reid glanced down at their hands, and closed his eyes. He was getting dizzy, and the room was starting to spin. Unfortunately, his mom noticed. "Spencer? Are you okay?" she asked, stroking his hair now.

The room around Reid started to spin even more until it turned black. His hand started pounding, and he couldn't see anymore. "Spencer, you're scaring me. What's wrong?" she said with panic.

"I......I'm fi...." But before he could finish his sentence, he was on the ground screaming. Two nurses rushed to Reid's side, and yelled, "Get some help!"

Another nurse rushed to calm Diana- having no other choice but to sedate her. The nurse dropped down to Reid, and asked, "What happened?"

"I don't know! He started gripping his head and screaming!"

"Do you think....?" All the nurses knew she was implying Reid being schizophrenic, but they all knew that none of his symptoms fit schizophrenia.

"No- none of these are symptoms of that." Another nurse said. "Spencer? Spencer, can you hear me?" The nurse felt Reid for a pulse, and sighed in relief when she could recognize it. His breathing, on the other hand, was shallow. "His breathing's labored!"

A doctor came in, and asked the nurses what happened. They told him, and the doctor sighed. "They sound like withdrawl symptoms. Do you know if he was ever on something?" the blond doctor asked.

The nurses shook their head. "No- not that I know of. But I guess you could ask his father- he works at Summerlin. Maybe he knows."

"For now, get him a room. If it is withdrawals- there's nothing we can do." With that, the nurses and doctor moved Reid to a hosptial room........

The nurse dialed the number that the doctor had said was his father's, and waited patiently for an answer on the other side. "Hello?" A voice finally said.

"Hi, I'm from the Bennington Hospital, and I am calling about your son." she started.

"My son? What happened? Is he okay?"

"Um..not exactly. He was visiting his mother, Diana, and he suddenly passed out. Now, all his symptoms point to withdrawals, but we aren't sure. Do you know if your son ever used drugs?" she asked.

"No..............I don't think he ever did, but you would have to ask his team- the BAU in Quantico-Aaron Hotchner's team.. They would know. I haven't seen my son in a very long time, and I can't be too sure." William said.

"Oh, okay. Thank you, and I will let you know once we found soemthing."

"Thanks."

"Good bye!" The nurse hung up. She dialed the operator number, and said for the number for the BAU in Quantico. They gave her the number, and dialed it eagerly. A few seconds later, some one answered. "BAU offices. How may I help you?" a female greeted.

"I'm with the Bennington Sanitaruim in Vegas, and I'm here on behalf of a Spencer Reid. The doctors would like to know if you were aware of any drug addictions he may have had."

"Did something happen to him?" JJ asked.

"Yes." She explained what had happened- and JJ realized she had no choice but to tell the woman about the dialudid.

"There was a case where Reid was tortured and drugged for two days- and after the incident, he developed a problem with the drug. Dilaudid." JJ said.

"Alright- thank you very much. Do you want me to call you if we find anything?"

"Yes, absolutely. Umm... here. Call me on my cell." she rattled off her number, and then thanked the woman. After that, they both hung up.

JJ told the team the news,and they were all shocked. All of them were under the impression that Reid had stopped using, but, then again, Reid had always kept to himself, and didn't ever share much.

"Damn it!" Morgan shouted.

"How could he do this?" Garcia cried.

Hotch, trying to get his team under control again, yelled at them all to listen to him. "Reid's in trouble, and he needs our help. Wheels up in 10. Be on the jet by then or we leave without you. I'll deal with Strauss later." With that, the team filed out onto the jet, all hoping it wouldn't be too late to save their Reid....

".............ok, so that was short- but im begining 2 regret not making this a oneshot, so unless i get some reviews saying that i didnt totally screw this up, ill start freaking out and throw this story into the pile marked "Crap I will Never Update Again" which is ever-growing. me = sorry. ive been a little off lately.....Please R&R!"