Derek watched as Reid walked into work the next morning. The kid looked exhausted; he walked as if there was a crushing weight on his shoulders. Derek was afraid that if he didn't talk to the kid soon Reid would do something drastic.

Reid felt absolutely miserable. When he got up that morning he swore that he would never use Dilaudid again. And now as he stepped off the elevator he was certain that he could feel everyone staring at him, silently passing judgement over him, silently knowing what he'd done at home and ridiculing him for it. He knew that realistically speaking no one could know, it was hi own feelings of guilt making him paranoid and irrational. And he knew that as terrible as it was, a lot more was going to have to happen to make him stop.

He quietly walked to his desk, putting his messenger bag under his desk and proceeding to go through his reports; making sure that they were perfect before handing them in. He knew that there was nothing wrong with the reports but he needed something to keep his mind occupied.

Derek watched the young genius. The more he watched him, the more he realized that Reid was just going through the motions. If he was going to save Reid he was going to have to make his move or risk losing him forever.

He decided that ambushing the young man while they were at work was not the smartest of plans. He was stumped, he knew that if he asked him to come over, Spencer would be nothing but suspicious. No, if this was going to happen it would have to be somewhere that Reid was comfortable. He knew what he was going to do.

Reid was immersing himself with his work, going through reports at a speed that was fast even for him. He was trying not to think of the things he'd done, the act that he felt everyone secretly judging him for. He was so lost in his won feelings of misery, that were mixed with the notion that he'd betrayed his team and was somehow on his way to either rehab or jail, that he never heard Derek get up from his desk, nor did he hear him walk over to Spencer's.

When Derek finally spoke Reid jumped with a quick intake of breath, which Derek was certain, would have been an unguarded scream or a squeak had he had enough air.

"Hey Pretty boy. What's the hurry? Big date tonight?" Derek flashed a smile.

Reid looked up and smiled back, although it didn't escape Morgan that his smile didn't reach his eyes. "Not likely. It's just been a long day and I'm looking forward to going home."

Derek was sceptical of what Spencer said. He knew that the kid was ling, what he didn't understand was why. It just didn't make sense. Spencer wasn't one for lying so Derek didn't understand what was so important that he'd start now. "I just thought that maybe you'd like to go for coffee tonight?"

Spencer knew that he should say yes. But his blood was a raging fire in his veins, he felt like there were millions of bugs crawling all over his skin, his stomach was starting to cramp, he had the beginnings of the shakes and a headache. "I'm sorry Derek. Not tonight. Maybe next time."

Derek tried not to show his disappointment. If Spencer was saying that he didn't feel like coffee, then the situation was more serious then he thought.