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Author's Note: Hey, again. Sorry for the suckish last chapter. I wrote it like, 30 minutes before I left for vacation so it kinda stunk. Anyways, I feel kinda good about this chapter. It's a little different. And sorry it's so short, I ended it early because it's like, 11 and I can't write more without spoiling the next chapter. Anyways, enjoy and PLEASE REVIEW!! It makes my day better when I check my mail before school. Thanks guys!! You are the best! Updates soon!!
Reid's POV
I looked into the mirror. Usually I saw a genius, with an IQ of 187 and an eidetic memory. The youngest member of the BAU, but the one with the most PHD's. Not this time, though. This time I saw the bloodshot eyes of a tired looking boy. My eyes were not only red, but also tired. The bags under my eyes got even bigger, and my eyelids were half-shut. I heard someone pull on the handle. I shoved the diluad back into my bag and turned around. Morgan walked in.
"Hey, man. What's up?" he said, not noticing. I looked down to cover my face.
"N-nothing Morgan. Uh, hi." I stuttered. He gave me a strange look.
"You okay, kid?" he asked. I nodded, and reached for the bathroom's handle. "Uhm- no, you're not." He grabbed my arm and I looked up. "Reid?" my eyes watered up with embarrassment. I put my hand on my bag and felt it. He looked down and saw my hiding something. "Reid, what's in your bag?" I didn't answer. "I wanna help, kid." He said, as he walked slowly towards me. I turned to run towards the door but Morgan, (not surprisingly) grabbed me and pulled me back. He swung me around so his back was on the door and I had no way out. I was scared. It felt like the time I came out of my room and saw my mom crying at her desk.
*FLASHBACK*
I heard a choked sob from the living room. I got out of bed and pulled on my socks. Mom always told me that she'd rather have dirty socks than cold "pigies".
"Mom?" I asked. She jumped, and turned around in her chair.
"Spencer! I didn't see you there!" she answered, swallowing her next sob.
"Are you okay?" I asked. I stepped closer to look at her desk. She grabbed some papers off and put them quickly into the desk.
"Yes, I am. Everything's fine, Spencer." She said, eyeing the desk. My eyes watered at her harsh tone. She sighed deeply. "Come here, honey." She said, pulling me in. She hugged me tightly.
"I love you, Mom." I said. I saw a tear roll down her cheek.
"I love you too, Spencer." She smiled.
*END OF FLASHBACK*
I gasped and opened my eyes. I was sitting on the floor in a ball next to Morgan, who was staring at me with wide eyes. He knew.
"Spencer- I though you were done." He said. He opened his hand, revealing the diluad. He waiting for my next sentence, but I couldn't think of anything to say. I leaned my head against him and let a tear fall to the ground beside me.
JJ's POV
*DELUSION*
I lifted up the fork next to me and stabbed another piece of my salad. I lifted up my fork and put the food in my dry, tasteless mouth. Mmm... I thought. It tasted so good. His hand reached over and wiped my mouth clean with the cloth. It was soft. I could feel each piece of the fabric rub against my skin. It felt like home again. I felt safe. I looked up and smiled at his sharp, clean face. I inhaled deeply and smelled that cologne that I had been getting used to, ever since Spencer changed his. It made me smile. I wanted to bury my face in his chest and fall asleep, waking up only with a magic kiss like in Sleeping Beauty or Snow White. Spencer Reid was my Prince Charming. I lifted the red wine glass to my lips and tipped the glass. The sweet red liquid drained into my mouth.
But then, the sweet taste turned into the bitter taste of the unsanitary water I had been drinking the past 2 weeks. I choked and spit it out.
*END OF DELUSION*
Brian laughed.
"Sorry, you don't get the best water around out here." Hmm, I wonder why. Maybe it was because we were in the middle of nowhere.
I looked at him with sympathy.
"It's okay, Brian. I understand completely." I said. He gave me his original blank stare. Ever since he told me his name, I was using it against him. I knew enough about profiling to understand that some things hit people's nerves, such as calling them by a first- name basis, when they were only called that by their closest friends and family. He turned.
"Are you hungry?" He asked. I nodded. He hesitated, probably wondering whether he should give me real food instead of the crap he usually gives me.
"You know, it's the good food you gave me that helped make me a little better." I explained. "Thank you."
He nodded at me and walked away. I slowly stood up, careful not to hurt my broken ribs that were slowly healing. I stretched my arms and legs and sat back down. Brian, my kidnapper, had begun to stop tying my arms and legs and trusted me not to run away. Of course, who could really run with a shattered kneecap? But, overall, I was feeling better. Something I said must have gotten to him, because he stopped hurting me and gave me good food, sometimes. He came back in with a plate full of my favorite- pancakes. I smelled the sweet aroma as soon as he walked in. My mouth instantly watered. He sat down in his chair and handed me one, picking up his fork and starting to eat the rest. So what if I only got one, it was still real food. I thanked him quickly, and bit into it. It tasted like home. It reminded me of when the team and I stayed overnight at the BAU and made microwave pancakes. They weren't that good, but the memory was something that would last together.
"I've been thinking about what you said, a couple days ago." He said.
"What about?"
"Do you really want to help me get Hannah back?" he asked me, wide-eyed. I hesitated. Was it a bad idea to say that? I was dying, crazy. I said anything to get him to lighten up. But I did remember. He lost his daughter. I can't even imagine how painful it would be to loose someone so close to you.
"Yes. I do, Brian." I said. "I will." I smiled at him.
"Really?" he said excitedly. "Really, JJ?" he asked. I almost laughed at how young he looked. It reminded me of Jack, when he came to work with Hotch on "Bring Your Child to Work Day". Jack was so excited to be there, running around and saying hi and hugging everyone. I nodded at Brian.
"I will. I want too." I said, cautiously. He smiled. Big, white smile with dimples on his cheeks. He got serious.
"Thank you, so much. I knew I picked the right one." He said. I gave him a confused look. "I knew that as soon as I got you here, I would kill you. I wanted revenge for what you did. I hated you with everything I had. But over the weeks, it's changed. Now I know that I finally found someone to help me. Your so nice, kind, amazing. I don't know if I'll be able to give you back!" he laughed. I smiled fakely at him. He jumped out of his chair and ran out of the room.
Reid's POV
I lifted the cold glass of water to my mouth, and took another small gulp.
"That's it, Reid." Morgan urged me on. He rubbed my back in small circles. I took a deep breath. It had been 2 and a half hours since Morgan found me in the bathroom, 2 weeks since JJ got kidnapped, 1 week since we watched her get tortured, and 1 day till I would be punching the walls wanting more. Addiction was a bitch. I nodded my head, and Morgan took the glass away.
"I have to tell Hotch." He said. I shook my head.
"No. Morgan, you can't tell. I could get sent home. Then, I won't be able to help find JJ." I swallowed down my last word.
"Reid-" Morgan shook his head. He turned around and mumbled to himself." "I can't believe I'm doing this. He walked to his desk and unlocked the drawer. He pulled it opened and shoved the diluad into the drawer. He turned the key around and stuck it in his pocket, walking back over to me.
"It's gonna be really awkward if you try to get it now." He laughed, looking down at his pocket. I smiled.
"Thanks Morgan." I said, feeling better already. I knew I could make it through this, and I knew JJ would be okay.
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