Chapter 3

Back in the bullpen, the rest of the team was readying their go-bags. Garcia was in her office gathering as much of her equipment as she could, she was coming with the team. The second victim was tech savvy and they needed Garcia to get in and see what she could find.

"Hey Reid, how do you know so much about ADHD?" Morgan asked. Reid didn't turn to Morgan but he could tell that Reid was uncomfortable with the subject.

"You've known him how long?" JJ asked as she walked in the give them their files.

"Morgan, even Rossi stopped being impressed with the things Reid knows and he hasn't known him as long as you have." Prentiss closed a drawer on her desk and walked with JJ to Hotch's office.

"What's with you? You're acting weird?" Reid zipped his bag.

"Nothing man," Morgan said. You're the one whose acting weird he thought. He knew that Reid knew just about everything. But when he started talking about ADHD, it was almost like he was saying a prayer. He talked of it with reverence, like he knew someone with ADHD.

Morgan watched as his friend walked away with his bags. Reid turned his and made an odd glance before completely turning from Morgan to meet up with the rest of the team.

"What is going on in that big brain of yours Spencer?" Morgan whispered to himself out loud. He hadn't called Reid, Spencer in a long time.

Morgan flashed back a few years ago. In Atlanta, Georgia, where for two days, Reid was nothing but an image on a computer screen. For two days, Reid was tortured, drugged, beaten literally to the edge of death. For two days, Morgan could do nothing but watch as his brilliant, young, terrified friend drift in and out of consciousness, wept and cried, begging for it to stop. When they found him, he was digging his own grave, weak from the malnutrition and dehydration. But what tore Reid down the most, wasn't the beatings and the abuse. It wasn't being forced to choose people to live and people to die. It wasn't watching others be killed because of the choice he made. What tore Reid down were the injections he received from the unsub. Dilaudid. The narcotic painkiller he was given. Reid soon became addicted to it. He needed it.

Morgan sat there, feeling helpless for the months that ensued. Reid didn't tell him about his problem and now Morgan feared the worst.

It all came down to trust. Did Morgan trust Reid? When it came down to it Morgan would trust Reid with his life. But Reid was an addict. They will say and do anything sometimes. Morgan just watched as the rest of the team gathered to get to the jet.

"Talk dirty to me, Sugar Cake," came a voice from behind Morgan. Behind him was none other than Penelope Garcia, carrying very large pink bags, no doubt, they were filled with complicated computer equipment.

"Morning Princess."

"What's wrong with my Statuesque God of Chocolate Thunder?" Garcia pouted.

"Nothing, just distracted."

"Does this have to do with why you want me to snoop around Reid's computer?" Morgan turned to face her. "What are you worried about?"

"I'm not sure," Morgan looked at her. "How did do that so-"

"These hands…are magic."

"I believe that," Garcia skipped away and Morgan followed her to meet the rest of the team.

"Angel Bunny, promise me that that's our little secret."

"It shall never pass these lips." She blew him a kiss and they were on their way to board the jet.

Author's Note: I don't know why i write short chapters. Chapter 4 is currently under construction so give a day or two cause were takeing exams right now. I know right? who has exams after break. anyway i just HAD to put a Morgan/Garcia scene in there give you guys some comic relief. i hope im getting the characterizations right.

Anyway, do you guys know Reid's secret? You think you do, huh? Do ya? do ya? do ya? You wanna piece of me? (Sorry was watching finding nemo) Well, do you? Well, you might think you know, but you have NO idea. (watched shark tale yesturday) anyway, id like to see what you guys think the secret is. shh.