in which the team want to make Reid happy again.

"Okay, I've been in here for at least two hours... Why aren't you letting me out?" Reid groaned, pacing around the padded floor impatiently.

Maeve was sitting cross-legged on his bed, being stubborn and not talking to him. She did this a lot when he wasn't playing by the doctors rules. He jumped slightly as the door finally opened, and in a familiar and unexpected face. For a few moments he doubted if he was even real, and it seemed he had read Reid's mind.

"I'm real. I see you're having a few mishaps, and I'm here to talk... About anything you like. If you want," the man took a seat on the bed that was placed in the centre of the pure white room.

Reid hadn't seen this doctor for a long time- his mother's doctor, to be precise. "Doctor Harrington called you?" Reid seemed a little surprised at how far he'd reached. Maybe Reid really was difficult, I mean he wasn't exactly your standard patient.

"Your mother worries about you a lot, you know. Do you call her often?"

"I'm sure you already know the answer to that, doctor." Reid scoffed quietly, keeping his back faced to the man. He had grown less and less fond of eye contact over the past few months.

"Would you like to take this conversation back to your room?" A newfound wave of relief rushed over Reid, who practically ran towards the door. "Uh... Please," he timidly turned his gaze downwards and towards his scruffy sneakers.

"As you wish," a one sided smile was granted, and then both doctors left the room.

After another hour of not really getting anywhere, the doctor left. Reid had talked a little bit- mainly about Maeve, as this was the calmest and safest topic for him. Of course, avoiding the topic of Tobias was a definite thing to do.

Reid was now sitting in his desk chair, trying to focus his attention on the crossword in front of him. He was just twirling his glasses around in-between his fingers, trying not to fall asleep sitting up. His routine meant that he could go to bed in half an hour, and from previous events in the day it seemed best to stick to his routine to the T, from now on.

"I know what's on your mind." Maeve whispered, but Reid didn't jump. He knew she was there five minutes ago, because she was turning the pages to one of Reid's books- Thomas Merton, to be precise.

"Don't," Reid let out a quietened sigh.

"Okay." Maeve replied simply, and when Reid turned around she was no longer perched on the edge of his bed... Only the book remained.

Quantico, Virginia. B.A.U Headquarters.

"Okay, I'm just gonna say what we're all thinking. It's Spencer's birthday on Saturday!" Garcia jumped up from her chair, breaking the silence that had loomed over the heads of each profiler in the room, for the past ten minutes.

They had just finished their paperwork for their most recent case. It had been a tough one- the unsub was a newly diagnosed paranoid schizophrenic, male, and just around Reid's age. A few times the members of the team had to take themselves out of the room to just regather their thoughts and prevent any tears from falling in public.

"We can't visit him." JJ dead panned, staring at the wall ahead of her.

"Wait, I have an idea! We could each write him a letter, it's- its, um what he always did for his Mom. Maybe we could send him videos too? I could make a montage," Garcia managed to crack a small smile, and Morgan stood up to join her.

"Let's do it, Pretty Boy needs to know we're all still here for him... He can't get rid of us that easily," Morgan laughed, but it had a hint of sadness in its sound.

"I could contact Emily, and Garcia could you call Blake?" JJ joined in, feeling a little more happiness now.

"What're you guys planning?" Rossi had just walked down the steps from Hotch's office, and the bossman himself was following shortly behind.

"We're each going to write letters to Reid for his birthday, this weekend! And make videos." Garcia was full-on grinning now, and it was nice to see her happier on the subject of their ex-teammate for once.

"Sounds like a great idea... You know, I still have Elle's CIA cell number somewhere." The corners of Hotch's mouth twitched a little, and the rest of the team followed suit.

"Mission wish Reid a happy birthday is go!" Garcia saluted nobody in particular, and then grabbed onto Morgan's arm so that she could drag him off to her office, in order to begin the preparations for their Junior G-Man's birthday.

part 5 coming soon!