Quick note: italicized means over the phone and underlined means on tape.
*Two weeks later*
Hotch was sitting at his desk, trying to concentrate on the paperwork Strauss had demanded he do when his phone rang. "Hotchner." He answered, hoping it was the call he'd been expecting for the last week.
"Agent Hotchner, this is Doctor Peter Madison. I'm calling about Doctor Reid, would you be able to come in so we can talk about it in person?"
"When should I come in?"
"Is five o'clock today good?"
"That will be fine."
"Thank you." he hung up.
The rest of the day was hard one for Hotch to stay focused and get work done. Though he had to tell the team why Reid wouldn't be joining them on cases and where he was, he was not going to be telling them about the meeting today. It was for their own good, they need not worry like he was. By the time the work day was over and Hotch had finished packing his things, Morgan was the only other profiler left on the floor.
"Hotch?" Morgan asked from the office door. He motioned for him to come in. "It's been two weeks since they took him, why haven't we heard anything yet?"
"I don't know why-"
"The gut said it might be a week, but it's been two. Why haven't they called?"
"Morgan, they called today, and I'm on my way to meet with the doctor now."
"I'm going with you."
"No, Morgan, you're not."
"Yes, I am."
"You are going to wait until tomorrow like everyone else. End of discussion."
"Hotch, please." He pleaded.
"Goodbye." he left.
The car ride was just over an hour long, and the wait to talk with Doctor Madison seemed even longer. Finally, the door opened, there walking out was a couple that looked in their forties" their eyes red rimmed and faces blotchy. Hotch could only imagine what they had just been told.
Behind them, holding the door open stood a fifty-ish man with short white-gray hair, a gray beard, and glasses. "Aaron Hotchner?" He called. Hotch stood up. "Right this way, we'll be heading to my office to talk." he was lead down a long white hallway filled with many door. Of course, Doctor Madison's office was the very last.
"Please, sit down." he said as he sat himself. "We are here about Doctor Reid, correct?"
"Yes." Doctor Madison pulled open drawer to get out three things: a notebook, a manila folder, and a CD. Each thing was labeled 'Spencer Reid.'
"First, I need to go through background information on Spencer. I do this for two reasons, one to back up what little he gave us, and so we have a better understanding of him. The men who brought him here said he had cooperated but whenever I would try to talk with him, it would be a whole different story. His full name is Spencer Matthew Reid with the title of Doctor?"
"Yes."
"His date of birth is October ninth, nineteen-eighty?"
"Yes."
"What is his home phone number?"
"702-555-6981."
"And his cell?"
"702-555-0103."
"What is hid address?"
"Um, 5555 Sunset Ave, Quantico Virginia, 73650."
"Who would his emergency contact be?"
"That would be me."
"What is your full name?"
"Aaron Michel Hotchner. My home phone is 702-123-1234, and my cell is 702-987-8765."
"I will need the basic of his mother and father."
"His mother is Diana Ellis Reid and William Lee Reid was his father. Diana is schizophrenic and a resident of Bennington in Las Vegas. His father had left him as a child and still lives in Las Vegas also. He has high cholesterol and ulcers."
"What can you tell me about the job?"
"He is a profiler for the FBI; he shot, drugged, and tortured. He has been around guns, explosives, we are frequently flying on a jet and it can be very stressful. He has dealt with death as in he has shot people, he's seen corpse, and he's witnessed someone die."
"You said he was drugged, can you tell me more about that?"
"He had been abducted by a man with MPD- one would physically cause him pain, the second would mentally, and the last would try to help him. When this man was younger, he had an abusive father and in order to escape the pain, he turned to the drug dilaudid. So to help Reid, he gave him the same drug. After he was addicted of a few months and has now been three years sober."
"Has he abused anything else at any time, including alcohol?"
"No, I would like to add that he is very ashamed about what happened. He is in constant fear that he will relapse that he doesn't take any kind of painkiller, even after he was shot, he refused."
"Agent Hotchner, no matter their history, I think no less of my patients after gaining knowledge about them than I originally have. I think very highly of each and every one of them. My opinion of Doctor Reid has not changed, if anything I have more respect for him after hearing what he has been through. Now, what types of medical history can you tell me, that includes allergies, visits, as an adult and kid, and other medical problems?"
"I do not believe that he is allergic to anything. I know that he was bullied to an extreme, but I don't know how often he needed to be taken to the hospital. He has been taken to the ER a few times due to work related injuries. He has lately been suffering from strong migraines, sensitivity to even dull light, and now he is hallucinating."
The doctor nodded and asked, "Is there anything else you feel I should know?"
"Yes, we recently had to fake a close friend's death in order to keep everyone involved safe, they couldn't be told, and they very recently found out that that person was alive."
"Well, Agent Hotchner, I have been keeping a record on Doctor Reid. I requested him to keep a notebook that he could write freely in and for one hour a day he would be recorded. As I said before, he hardly cooperated with me, which is natural, but he refused to write anything." he said, flipping through the notebook.
"We were able to get more out of him through the videos. He was much more verbal. I have selected four days to show you." he said, putting the DVD and pressing play. "This is the first night he was here."
Reid was pacing the length of the room, as if he were in thought. All of a sudden, he stopped dead in his tracks, turned slowly to face the door and finally ran at it; it didn't budge. He had to steady himself to stop from falling. After possessing himself, he mentally counted down from three before kicking at the door that time he fell to the ground in pain. "How the hell does Morgan do that?" he screamed, holding his leg.
It was about ten seconds after that when a nurse showed up. "Doctor Reid, is everything all right in here, I could hear you screaming." She asked before seeing him on the ground. He was rocking back and forth, still grasping his foot, he shook his head.
"Can you stand up dear?" he tried and succeeded. "Good, good, now try walking." Again he succeeded. "We are going to walk down to the infirmary then, okay? We'll make sure you didn't get hurt" he nodded then followed her out.
He paused the footage to skip around on the disk and say, "He was just fine, he only stubbed his toe, but we couldn't tape him any more for the day. This is from the fifth day he was here."
Reid was standing to the side of the door; the side where if the door were opened, he wouldn't be seen by the person opening it. That is exactly what happened. The same nurse from before stepped in. In her hands, she held a tray of food. As she was setting it down, Reid bolted out the door and turned left. The nurse shook her head, knowing there was no exit the way he turned.
She walked down the short hallway to find Reid looking as if he were trying to push the wall over. "Why have you locked the doors, what if there was a fire?" he asked.
"Doctor Reid, there are no doors there and you are close enough to the main entrance for you to get out and you have emergency windows in your room."
"I already tried those, they are locked too."
"Yes, so that you don't hurt yourself. They have an automatic fire detector so if there was ever a fire, they would unlock themselves."
Doctor Madison paused it again, saying, "We are going to skip to his ninth day here and then I have one more day after to show you." he continued it.
Reid was sitting on his bed, his back against the wall "Aaron Hotchner is an ass, yes oh yes he is and Derek Morgan is one too, screw-oo-oow them." he was singing to the tune of 'Old McDonald.' Abruptly he stopped, and then started screaming at the top of his lungs, "I don't know why they won't let me be with you. I can't stand not being with you!" He stopped and took a few deep breaths. He yelled, sounding as if in an immense amount of pain, "Kayla!" the pain was unbearable to hear, the poor man was in near tears.
Doctor Madison skipped to the last part. "Day thirteen."
Again, Reid was lying on his bed, but was now curled into a tight ball, just lying there, silent, as if dead. His eyes were wide, blank, staring into nothingness. His tray of food untouched.
"He hasn't eaten since we first found him like that. He's move only slightly to use the bathroom, but he keeps returning to that possession. At the moment, I think his mind is trying to make sense of what is going on. I think it will work to an extent, but not completely. When you first called, you suggested that it may have just been stress and I can see where that assumption could be made. However, I don't believe that is the case. I do believe that it is schizophrenia, I'm sorry."
"Has he been told yet?" Hotch asked, trying not to show any emotion
"His nurse is informing him of the diagnosis now. We plan on moving him to a permanent room, with that he will be given access to the court yard, common room, therapies, and the library. Do you have any questions?"
"No."
"When you tell the rest of you team you need to show your emotions, it will help them cope with this." he said, trying to be helpful. Also he seems more aware of what is going on around him than most people that come through here, if we can start the medications early enough, he may be able to have it under control enough to go back to his own how and back to work too, it all depends on how well his body takes the drugs we will be giving him."
"Thank you." Hotch said again before leaving to go home. When he got to his car though, the tears he held back were now flowing; he didn't dare trying to drive at the moment. As his eyes ran dry and the last droplet slid down his jaw, he pulled away.
When he parked in the driveway, he knew that Jack would be sound asleep and that Jessica would be waiting, awake, ready to listen if Hotch needed to talk it out; he didn't he would wait and just talk with his team he said, sending her home.
As she drove out of his sight, he walked up the stairs, stopping at Jack's room, silently walking over and giving him a kiss on the forehead, trying not to wake him.
"Daddy?" he asked sleepily when it didn't work.
"Hey, buddy. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you, and I just wanted to wish you a good night's sleep though."
"I love you daddy." he said, snuggling into the bed.
"I love you to Bud, goodnight." he said to his son who was already asleep again.
Hotch walked into his own room, not bothering to turn on a light, as soon as his head reached the pillow, he was asleep too, cloths on and everything. After all it had been a long day and tomorrow was only going to be longer.
A/N: I finished it in one day, surprise :) and that means only one last chapter that I have to type tomorrow, wish me luck on that one. I am considering writing a sequel to this; let me know what you think on that too, and what you've thought so far, I loved input. Thanks to the reviewer: jayje 15, I hope that was enough of a Reid scene, freaking out on Hotch in a way. Anyways thanks to everyone who added this to their alerts and favorites. Please leave a review!