in which Spencer reminisces on the not so good times.

When Spencer awoke later that afternoon, it wasn't who he wanted to be standing above him. "Please go away, I was dreaming." He murmured from under the covers, once he saw who was in his room.

"It's lunchtime, eat something, Dr Reid." His nurse sighed, and then Reid waited until her footsteps faded away until he emerged from under the comfort of his covers once again.

When he looked around Maeve was nowhere to be seen, so he decided to shower and freshen up a little before eating- what was the point though, I mean really. He always ate breakfast, since it was the most important meal of the day, but sometimes he felt like skipping lunch. The doctors would say that it was because the illness was making him forget to eat, but really he just couldn't be bothered.

"The answer is Duma, by the way." Maeve suddenly appeared behind Reid- wearing her glasses this time, as she scanned the crossword puzzles on the desk in front of them.

"You know, technically you're just my absent mind answering the puzzle for me." Reid rolled his eyes slightly, as he jotted down the answer to 'defunct Russian parliament.'

"I know," she smiled, placing a kiss on his cheek. Reid didn't smile back though, as he often preferred it when Maeve didn't refer to herself as what she really was- just a figment of Reid's shattered imagination.

"You only ate half of your lunch," Maeve commented, sitting on Reid's bed. A frown was written over her face, but to Reid she looked adorable.

"The food is worse than the canteen in the b.a.u." Reid chuckled for a moment, but then his face fell. It had been exactly two weeks and three days since any of the team had contacted him- I mean, it was his own fault. At first, they had contacted him non-stop, despite what his doctors said. They said it was bad for him to be reminded of the life he used to lead so often, and it was half true. He had experienced a lot of episodes when he first came in- imagining he was still working cases, which would wind him wandering the walls at midnight.

You know, he had hallucinated Maeve from the very beginning. She was his first ever hallucination, someone he loved so dearly revealing how broken his mind had become. At first Reid ignored her, but then he accepted her... Before finally accepting the real help that he needed.

"They're probably working an important case," Maeve reassured him, as Reid angrily slammed his crossword book shut. His doctor recommended this exercise for his brain, because it created order in his day to day routine.

"Yeah, more important than me." Reid shot her an extremely sarcastic smile. He walked towards his room door, and left. He knew that Maeve would follow him... I mean, technically she was him.

It wasn't often that he left his own confinements, since everyone in here just reminded him of what he was becoming. He had no friends in here, and he also wasn't intending on making any. It was nicest to walk around at night- there was one night nurse that wasn't particularly horrid, in Reid's eyes... Plus, nobody was usually around that late. Because of his early on mishaps, Reid was now on a locked ward, and his doctor had deemed this best for the foreseeable future.

Dodging every patient before they could come within a few centimetres of Reid's sweater vest, he was slowly making his way to the one place nobody would bother him... Dr Harrington's office. It was always unlocked, and Reid often found his way in there due to the wide range of books that he kept on his bookcase. The only book Reid had in his room was Thomas Merton's, and once when a patient had found their way accidentally inside Reid's confinements, and tried to take this book away... It didn't end too well for either of them.

Reid's doctor would be on his rounds right now, and he could be anywhere around the four psych wards that the hospital had inside its walls... So, Reid was soon peacefully engrossed in a novel that he had read many times before.

"Doctor Reid?" Someone's fingers were snapping quite rudely in front of his face, causing him to look up.

"Doctor Harrington." Reid's voice imitated the least interested person in the world, but the other man didn't seem phased by his lack of enthusiasm about his presence.

"Comfortable... In my office?" He asked, but Reid wasn't listening. He was laughing, because Maeve was standing behind the medical professional, and mimicking him in a rather sarcastic manner.

Spencer broke away from his amusement, as he heard the Dr. utter something. "I take it you're still seeing Maeve,"

"Who else would it be?" Reid mumbled, folding his arms out of habit. Apparently, when Reid came here it was 'an unconscious reach out for help.' But, really all he wanted was to do some reading without the chance of being bother by his nurses.

"Well, have you seen Tobias recently?" Reid's chest tightened a little. A few nights ago he had awoken in a cold sweat, tears stinging his cheeks because of... that man. If he ever had a nightmare, it was usually about Tobias Hankel.

Turning fully away from the doctor at his desk, Reid tried to focus on something good. But, how could he think of his team, when they didn't even want to talk to him anymore? He shouldn't have pushed them away, he shouldn't have shouted down the phone umpteen times at Penelope Garcia- the woman who worried the most. He shouldn't have snapped at JJ to go away, and never visit him again because Henry wouldn't recognise him anymore. Reid should've embraced their attempts to stay in touch with their 'genius', because without them... He felt like nothing.

"Doctor Reid... Calm down, it's just me. There's nobody here but me and you." A distant voice was calling Reid's name, but when he turned to look at them his breathing seemed to quicken even more.

"Get away from me!" Reid cried, jumping out of his spot on the sofa, which sent the neatly placed book tumbling to the floor. Tobias was back, and he was back to taunt Reid for losing everyone he ever loved.

"You're pathetic, bet you want some now... Don't you, boy?" Tobias laughed loudly, so loud that it echoed inside of Reid's head. He scrunched his eyes shut, trying to block out Tobias as he held the needle towards his arms.

"No! Please, I don't want it... JJ! Help, Maeve... Please!" Reid was cowering in the corner. He had nowhere to hide in this hospital... But, this wasn't a hospital anymore. How did he get here? Did Tobias kidnap him, and take him to his shack?

Everything began to spin, and Reid couldn't see Maeve anymore. He aggressively blinked away the tears, as he tried to stand up and fall into her arms. But, she didn't come... Instead, "looking for your girlfriend? I thought you didn't even love her?" A feminine voice giggled, but it wasn't Dr. Donovan.

"Diane?" Reid hiccuped from a sob, and the woman cackled.

"Sorry," she pouted, twirling a gun around on her index finger. Reid turned his gaze into the floor, and he gasped as he saw Maeve lying in a pool of her own blood. "No!" He fell down beside her body, another sob escaping his trembling lips.

He tried to hold her, but someone else had grabbed his arm from behind him. Was Diane going to kill him too... Maybe- maybe she should? Then they would be together, at least.

"Doctor Reid, I'm just going to give you something to relax... You'll be okay," Diane's voice seemed to fade away, and then a more unrecognisable tone took over. He tried to see her face, but turning around just made him feel dizzy. All of a sudden, he felt an intense scratch on his right arm.

"T-Tobias..." Reid slurred, trying to swat the foreign hand away from his body, but he failed.

"It's alright." The unfamiliar voice hushed again, and Reid felt himself feeling sleepy. As hard as he tried to keep his eyes open and search for Maeve again, he just couldn't do it. His surroundings were steadily turning hazy, and a few moments later they were all engulfed in a comforting shade of black.

part 3 coming soon!