Disclaimer: Criminal Minds is made by a group of artistic geniuses, I am not an artistic genius, so I think it's safe to say I don't own it.
Hi lovelies! It's Sam, and I just wanted to let you know that I'm about to post a one-shot about Spencer Reid and his addiction to Dilaudid. It's called Needles I'd really love it if you guys would check it out! :)
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After exactly three weeks, JJ found it easier to make friends. She made friends with a girl named Lucy Fordham, who always called her JJ. Lucy would always color and draw with her, and was always nice to her. JJ was even invited to the Fordham household once. Lucy's parents, Jillian and Craig, were very kind and welcoming, and they had taken a liking to Haley and Hotch. They both were very understanding about JJ's situation.
Emily had been hanging out with Tara Lewis frequently as well. Haley was glad her two foster daughters had been able to make friends. She knew that foster children sometimes had trouble making friends, that's why she was okay if Emily and JJ each made one friend. You'd have a closer bond that way, anyways.
"The bus will be here in fifteen minutes, Emily! Hurry up!" Haley shouted at the bottom of the stairs. Emily was still getting ready upstairs, taking extremely long.
"Hold on! I'm putting my makeup on!"
Makeup?
...Nope, she didn't want to know.
"Well hurry up! You don't want to be late, now do you?" At the exact moment, Emily came running down the stairs with her face plastered with makeup. She tried to rush past Haley, but she quickly held her back by grabbing her shoulder, "Whoah, whoah, whoah!" Haley got a quick look of her face, "You are not going to school like that." Emily crossed her arms, and act of defiance,
"But it's my choice! It's my face!"
"It's too much! Try for something more gentle and less harsh-"
"Maybe I don't want to!"
"You look like a clown hooker!"
"Be quiet mom, I don't!"
No, get back upstairs and come back with less makeup! Less is more, I have you know!" Haley strictly said. Emily scowled and marched back upstairs, each stomp harder than the last.
Wait, did she call me mom?
Haley felt fuzzy and warm for the rest of the morning.
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At the tender age of four years, two months, and six days, Spencer knew his mother's entire schedule. Yes, in the one thousand, five hundred, and twenty eight days he's been alive, he already knew his mother's schedule. When she should take her meds, when she should eat, when she should sleep. There were good days, and there were bad days. He didn't know why his mother was like this, but he still loved her all the same.
Spencer overheard his mother and father fighting about this. It was right before his father walked out on them months ago. William Reid claimed that he didn't want to take care of Diana Reid, and he didn't want to see his son grow into the same madness. William said it was starting to happen already to him.
That confused Spencer more than anything. Spencer wasn't dissolving into madness or anything like that. Just because he liked certain vests, hated certain sounds, and had some other peculiarities, didn't make him a crazy person. He was unique as his mother put it.
His father was a weak man, everyone knew that. His mom knew that, Spencer knew that, and William himself knew that.
Therefore, he left. Spencer didn't like him anymore, anything or anyone that made his mother upset was not his friend. The special bond between him and his mother was unbreakable, even if there were bad days, it'd never be as bad as the good days were good. The days when Spencer would cuddle up against his mother while she read him Dickens, Twain, or Melville.
Since his father left, he had to step up, reminding her when to take her meds. He knew that she didn't want to take them, and he didn't want to see her pain, but it would prevent the bad things from happening. He hated the medicine because of his mother's reluctance, but was relieved with its effects on her. The only scary thing about that was how she'd react when he'd tell her to take them. As smart as little Spencer was, he never knows what his mother would do. Sometimes, she'd take it willingly, sometimes...she wouldn't.
"Mommy?" Spencer opened the door of his mother's bedroom slightly. She was laying in bed, which was never a good sign. A chill ran up his spine, something was...different about this time, "It's three-thirty, time for your medication, mommy." Diana Reid sat up abruptly, the motion makes Spencer flinch; today was not going to be a good day,
"No," She said forcefully, getting out of her bed frantically, "It's vile...it's poisoned."
"No, it's not," Spencer tried to reassure, "I promise. You've taken it before."
"...You take it," she snapped at her son. Spencer froze; she had never asked him to do that before. Surely, he couldn't take it. He was a child, he couldn't. Spencer mentally kicked himself for not thinking of a solution of this situation had ever had to occur,
"Mommy I can't. I'll get sick -"
SLAP!
Spencer raised his hand to touch his stinging cheek, eyes widening in surprise. His mother had never struck him like this in a while now. Diana's eyes were now crazed, darting around the room in fear, "You were trying to poison me!"
"M-mommy that h-hurt!" Spencer began to wail, incredibly fearful. Diana didn't buy his "trick", which is what she saw this as, she slapped him again , only this time it was harder than before,
"I'm not falling for it!" Diana shrilled, "You're crying to alert them! You're trying to get the government here!" Spencer didn't understand; what did the government have to do with this? Being confused and unsure only made Spencer wail even louder. With each wail, Diana hit him harder than the last. When it had been going on for more than ten minutes, he heard someone thrust the door open with a slam. Multiple footsteps had been scattered around the room. They were pulling his mother away, even then, Spencer was still in pain. When Diana was restrained, Spencer hugged his knees to his chest and never let go.
The noises, the screams, the blood he saw dripping down his nose, it was all too much for him. All his senses were conspiring against him; it hurt. He yearned for blissful silence. Someone was trying to talk to him, but he couldn't hear them, he was too overwhelmed. Spencer began to press hard on his ears with his hands, shutting his eyes. He had began rocking himself back and forth, humming loudly out of distress.
Other people surrounded him; it took them seven minutes to get him to calm down.
Spencer was still sniffling; he hated not understanding.
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"So how was school?" Hotch asked the two girls at dinner time.
"So. Much. Fun!"
"Hell..."
Haley didn't even have to look to know who said what. Their voices could be completely disoriented, and she'd still know. Emily was bitter sounding, and JJ was eager. Either way, the two girls are getting a chance of normalcy in their lives.
"What'd you do in second grade?" Asks Hotch.
"Mrs. Railing taught us fractions," JJ said excitedly, "If you cut a pie in two parts, did you know they're each called it's half?"
"No idea," Emily said sarcastically, as she took a bite of steak.
"Hey," Haley warned the girl, "What's got you so upset?"
"Middle school sucks," Emily went on to explain, glaring at Haley, "You wouldn't let me put on makeup."
"You don't even need makeup anyways," Haley replied.
"I saw a pregnant girl in my year, is that supposed to be a sign for me?" Hotch put down his fork,
"It better not be."
"No promises," Emily said with a smirk across his face.
"Don't joke," Hotch warned.
The home phone started ringing again, Haley had gotten up to answer it, "Hello?"
"Hey, it's Kate!"
"Alright, who is she?" Kate was silent for a moment, and chuckled loudly and said,
"What? I can't call you to say hi?"
"With your recent record...not really. Just tell Aaron and I who-"
"Tell Aaron what?" Aaron said from the table, getting up to stand next to Haley, "Is that Kate?" Haley handed the phone over to her husband, "Who is it?" He heard her sigh again in distress, this was seriously getting old,
"Tell your wife it's a he. Spencer Reid, four years old. His mother is a paranoid schizophrenic and she tried to attack him." Hotch sighed sadly, these stories just keep getting more and more sad,
"We have room," he said to Kate, which surprised Haley. She seriously thought that because she handed him the phone that he'd say no. Years after knowing him, things are starting to take an unusual turn. When he hung up, the two girls immediately started bombarding them with questions,
"Who was it?"
"What's wrong?"
"Did-"
"Shhh!" Haley fiercely hushed over the two girls, shutting them up quickly as she added, "A boy named Spencer is joining us, he's about four, and he should be here soon." JJ smiled in delight,
"I've always wanted a little brother or sister! Do you think he'll fit in dolls' clothes?"
"A little brother!" Emily squealed with joy, which was a much different reaction from when she heard JJ was joining the family. Haley liked the change, but her main priority was to provide safety for their kids.
It had become a maternal instinct that she was proud of.
At that moment, the phone rang again. Kate was calling again.
"Yeah, Kate?" Hotch says, speaking into the phone. Kate chuckled a little nervously,
"Oh yeah, one thing I forgot to mention," Kate started off steadily, "It's about Spencer, he's autistic."
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A/N: The character that 95% of the followers and reviewers were waiting for. It is semi-canon that Reid is actually autistic, so I want to interpret that into the story. After all, there are a lot of foster children that do happen to have special needs.
