I figured since I was so late on uploading chapters, I'd write two for you and post them at the same time; aka, when I got freaking internet. -.-" It's hard, man, not being able to post or look at anything. I hate it, so I'll be so happy when this is posted! :D Yeah, so feel the power of the chapter. Sorry if chapter three was a little weird, but I though the dilaudid added a nice touch to everything that was affecting Spencer. And the random phone call… well, that'll be explained at some point.

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Here's chapter four for you. R/R! I love hearing what you think!

Gideon was the only one of the team that was looking Reid in the eye. The rest of them were captivated by the scars trickling up and down his arms. It wasn't something Reid was comfortable with, that was for sure, since he kept trying to move away from them.

JJ was the first to say something. "Reid… what is this?" she asked, needing to hear it from the young man now. It was better to hear it than just assume for her. It might be easier to understand if the genius would explain instead of just pulling the sleeves to his sweater vest up and showing them all the scattered scars.

Reid bit his lip, contemplating on the easiest way to explain what was happening in his lip. He started to speak in a hushed voice, but the words got stuck in the back of his throat.

Morgan glanced over to him, their eyes meeting at a half-way glance across the room. "Would you like me to tell them what you told me?"

The younger man glanced towards his arms and pulled the sleeves back down, pulling his arms behind his back. His eyes met Morgan's once again and he gave a short head nod.

Morgan gave a nod in return to Reid as the team focused their eyes on him now and Reid went to go sit down around the table, his arms folded in his lap. "We all remember the incident with Tobias Hankel, so I don't need to go into depth on that. Reid was held captive, tortured, and drugged. The drug he was injected with is called Dilaudid. It's like store bought heroin. Apparently, Reid tried to stop way before we noticed any change in his behavior, and when it began to change, it was because he had cut cold turkey." Morgan glanced to Reid who was looking the other way and wasn't ready to face any of them. The former gave a sigh and turned back to the group. "I talked to him about it last night, but he wasn't ready to tell me, so I gave him his space. I got it out of him this morning, and now we're here."

Gideon stood up from a chair in the corner of the room, walking over towards Reid and placing a hand on the young man's shoulder. The genius glanced up, wondering what was going on inside Gideon's head. "Why didn't you tell us sooner?" he asked, his voice sounding hurt. The words stung Reid as he tried to explain his reasoning in his head so it wouldn't come out as a bunch of jumbled words.

"I didn't want to seem weak. I knew if I said anything, I'd be losing to the drug. I have headaches, worse than I've ever had before, and I feel like my skull is being crushed by the air around me alone. It's like my head's aflame and no matter how much water I put on it, it just keeps getting bigger." He tore his stare away from the floor and turned up to look at Gideon. "I swear I haven't had any for over two weeks. I just, I guess it's getting to me. Not having anything in my system."

The older man took a sigh from the bottom of his lungs and leaned on the conference table. "You're not weak, Reid. The fact that you came to us at all is saying you know what to do and you made the right choice and that you're stronger than the drug in multiple ways. You didn't let it get to you, even if it might be hard right now. The prize at the end is worth more than the ones you get along the way."

Aaron Hotchner walked over from the other side of the room and stood next to Gideon and Reid while the latter remained seated. "Think of it this way, Reid. You stopped taking it, and for a much longer period than people normally can. You came for help, and that's all that matters. They have NA groups for officers and people involved in the government. We can always sign you up for something; you can go to the doctor and see if he can prescribe something that'll get rid of the urges." The younger man shot up a glance at him.

"One of the reasons I feel weak is because I had to come for help, that I couldn't do it on my own. I've never needed anyone to help before, so I feel useless coming here, explaining all of this, and having a hard time just dealing with you all knowing." Spencer shook his head, getting more ashamed with each and every word he added. "If I'm such a genius, why can't I fix my own problems?"

"Pretty Boy," Morgan said, interrupting the little group posse on the other side of the room. The three looked over at him as well as JJ and Prentiss. "Being a genius doesn't mean you have to do everything on your own. It's knowing what an atomic particle is by the age of four and being able to give definitions to every word you've ever heard. It's being able to choose what you think about and being able to push the other memories away, even if you know they're things you should talk about. We are your family, Reid, even if we started out as just co-workers."

"And no matter what you decide to do about this, Reid, just know that all of us are here besides you. When we get back to Quantico, we can talk about this so much more," Prentiss added, smiling from the corner. It was a little comforting for Reid to hear, since the entire time he had been second guessing himself about doing anything about his problem, which he knew was a problem.

JJ turned to face him as well, a bright smile lighting up her face. "We're going to help you through this, Reid, as much as we possibly can." Her eyes shot towards the people beyond the conference room, getting ready for the unsub and geographical profiles. "But for now, we have a case to work on."

Reid gave a weak smile and rose from the chair, turning so he was facing everyone. "As long as I still get to work, I'm fine. It keeps my mind off of everything." His smile widened a tiny bit when Morgan gave a laugh from the back. "And I still get to do the geological profile."

Eight hours later the plane was leaving Clayton, New Mexico and Reid was reading a book he picked up at a gas station about the making of cars. He was intrigued, mostly because he didn't know a lot about wheeled vehicles, just a bunch of random facts about aircrafts and anything that belonged in the water. He flipped the page after tracing his finger down the paper, moving to the adjacent one, and then flipping the page again.

Morgan sat across from him, his eyes on the book as Reid mindlessly flipped through page after page, still in awe how the young genius could read that fast. He quirked his lips to the side and his eyebrows rose. "You can really read that fast?" he asked, giving a short laugh as the kid flipped another page.

Not noticing that Morgan was watching him for a moment, he continued reading until Morgan poked him, drawing his attention then.

"Why'd you poke me?"

"You can read that fast?" Morgan asked again, pointing to the book that Reid was holding in his hands, over three fourths the way done.

The genius glanced down to where the other agent was pointing and glanced up at him again, giving him a sloppy grin. "Haven't I said that times before? Yeah, I read that fast." He gave a short chuckle and glanced back to the book.

Morgan smirked. "I guess that's why you're Reid."

The genius huffed. "Funny, Morgan."

"Are you really that happy?"

That caught him off guard. What did Morgan mean, if he was that happy? Was he acting jollier than he normally did? Well, he was in a depressive phase for quite a long time and didn't really give a small to anyway, so maybe putting on the act that he was glad was too soon. For right now, the only problem that Morgan, or anyone else for that matter, needed to know about was his issue with dilaudid. Everything else would come out over time, and right now, this was not the time. He couldn't stay in his same mood, no, that would be too obvious there was something else up with him, but he might want to tone it down a bit, if Morgan was already seeing through the façade he was building.

Now he had two things to deal with, since the team had the entire deal with the dilaudid under their wraps: his nightmares and who ever kept calling the previous night. He was still trying to figure out what they wanted, their motive, but it looked like he was going to have to wait for him to call again. It wasn't like he could just go call someone. Reid was practically anti-technology. The only reason he had a cell phone was because he needed it for work. He had no internet besides the things he used it for on a work basis, didn't need any of those social networking sites, and barely watching television besides the history channel or a special about something interesting that would pop up on National Geographic or the Discovery Channel.

Then he was saved by the bell, well, ringer. He pulled his phone from his pocket and excused himself to Morgan and made his way to the bathroom of the plane until he hit the green glowing button on the device. He knew the number. Speak of the devil.

"Reid-"

"I know who you are, Dr. Reid. We need to talk."

The words he was going to say next got caught in the back of his throat, just as they had earlier. He was silent and then he voice went on.

"Are you alone, Dr. Reid?"

Yes, he wanted to say, but if this guy was telling him the truth, he'd know if Reid was lying. "No, I'm taking a flight on my way home. My entire team is aboard."

He tried to keep his voice even and low, and it was working. He didn't need anyone hearing the conversation that wasn't meant to. It was just going to cause problem for them all if anyone besides Reid knew about the conversations for the mean time. He'd tell them soon enough. But for now, this was his own personal battle.

"Have you made your decision, Dr. Reid?" the voice asked again, calm and unnerving.

"How much more time do I get? I haven't had a lot of time to think about it." Spencer remained calm as well, only answering when he talked and only answering with the things the other would want to hear.

The other end of the phone remain silent for some time before a long sigh came through the line. "You have until this time tomorrow to make your decision. Remember what I told you. Nothing more, nothing less."

Reid bit his lip, gnawing on the inner skin. He sat down on the folded down seat and ran his hand through his hair. "I know," he told the other end. "I remember."

"I knew you would, Dr. Reid," the voice said, Spencer hearing the smirk in his words. "I'll contact you then."

:o! Yeah, so wondering what the hell is going on with Reid and the mysterious phone calls? That makes two of us… my muse won't tell me what the hell is happening. Anyway, here's you chapter! I hope you enjoyed! Reviews are always appreciated! :D