Once they got home after a great meal at an italian restaurant, they didn't talk much about what Reid revealed earlier. Gideon figured it wouldn't get them anywhere.
"Spencer, I need to talk to you." Gideon said after talking on the phone for nearly twenty minutes. Reid thought it was about what happened at the BAU earlier. Reid sat down opposite of Gideon in the dining room. "In about a week, I'm... I'm going to have to leave..." Reid interupted Gideon's sentence.
"What do you mean 'leave'? You're not moving are you?" Reid was somewhat nervous.
"No... no, just for about a month. I was talking to one of the professors at the university of Colorado, and they want me to fill in for just a month." Gideon noticed the confusion and sadness in Reid's eyes. "Don't worry, you won't do this alone. I'm sure Hotch will fill in for me." Reid's expression nearly grew into tears.
"But I don't want him to help me... I want you to." Reid had a pool of tears in his eyes, Gideon did too.
"I know that, but you'll be fine. I trust you. Those three words are what you need to beat your addiction. I'm not as happy with this as you are, but I'm sure you can do it. When I get back, I want to see improvements."
"I'm not going to be able to improve without you. Sure I have my family, but I won't have a father figure." Reid started to let the tears stream down his face.
"Yes, you can. Do not ever say that you can't." Gideon grabbed Reid's shoulders. "I know you can." Reid jerked his arms away.
"Without you here... I don't know what'll happen. I couldn't even do it with you here. That's why I haven't been going through withdrawal, because I can't stop." Reid started getting anger in his voice.
"Spencer, please calm down." Gideon knew the night wouldn't end well.
"No, I just want it to end. Now I can't even hope. The only person that's like a father to me is leaving at the worst time of my life. How do you expect me to deal with that?!" Reid was yelling.
"Reid." Reid looked at Gideon, shocked that he called him by his last name. "You need to go to your room and cool down." Reid gave Gideon another look. "Now!" Gideon tried to keep his voice calm. Reid went to his room. Gideon was expecting him to slam the door again, but he didn't, he just quietly closed it. Gideon heard sobs but decided he can calm down himself this time.
About an hour later, Gideon decided to check on Spencer. He walked into his room, but he was asleep. "Spencer..." No reply. "Spencer." A little bit louder. Gideon walked to Reid's bed and noticed a vial on the bed next to him. "No... no, no no, no" Gideon looked dissapointed. "I can't do anything now, but when you're up, I don't know." Gideon decided to just wait until he was awake, which wouldn't be long if he didn't take too much.
Reid woke up half an hour later and noticed the vial still next to him. He quickly put it in his drawer, along with the syring and torniquet. He turned to the door, which was open slightly. He had the feeling Gideon knew he used. He walked into the livingroom.
"Hi Gideon, I'm sorry... for what I said earlier. I really didn't mean it. I'm just... I'm sorry." Reid finally concluded.
"It's alright... sit... I need to talk to you." Reid hesitantly sat across from Gideon. "I don't know how to put this... I don't believe you've given me all the vials... I know you didn't. I would appreciate it if you'd bring me all you have." Gideon had a tear in his eye.
Reid nodded. His face went more pale, if it was possible. He came back with two vials. "I really am sorry this time... " Reid noticed his continuous apologies.
"I think you should go back to bed. Get some sleep." Reid nodded and walked back to his room but didn't go to sleep.
The next morning, Reid was in a happier mood. "Spencer, since you're in such a good mood today, I think I'll go with the rest of the team to help with a case in D.C. If you think you can stay here by yourself." Reid looked up from his breakfast smiling.
"Yeah, I'll be fine. I think I'm just going to write my letter to my mom. I haven't been lately, I guess I just need to get back into routine again. After that, I'm going to read my books." Reid took another big bite. Gideon knew the only reason he was happy is because he took drugs the night before.
"Okay, then I have to leave in about half an hour." Gideon put his plate in the sink and went down the hall towards the bathroom. 25 minutes later, Gideon left.
"Finally, I'm alone. Don't ever leave an addict alone!" Reid said to himself. He walked into his room and took a vial and syringe out of his drawer. "Tonight, don't want to waste you."
A/N: Wow, I proof read this and noticed it was very short. Just for my screw up in making it miserabley short, I will update tomorrow. I hope this chapter didn't upset too many of you.
