Here's the next chapter...

Warning - Attempted suicide in this chapter along with scenes of self harm. Please read with caution. You've been warned.

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"Is Henry sure?" Morgan questioned JJ as the team sat around Rossi's dining room table.

"He said that Spence has bandages all around his arm. Spence was wearing a long-sleeved shirt when he came to the door. My guess is that Henry wasn't supposed to see the bandages. Is he hurting himself?" JJ said.

"Reid wouldn't that," Garcia shook her head, refusing to believe that her junior g-man would purposefully hurt himself.

"We don't know what Reid is capable of," Rossi sighed. "He's pushed us all away. I spoke with his neighbor two days ago when I went to do the daily check up on him. He hasn't left that apartment in three weeks. Groceries have gotten delivered and he pays a young man to bring his mail to him every day. We need to get in there and make sure he's not doing permanent damage to himself."

"He let Henry go in and see him," Blake pointed out. "That's a good sign."

"He would never upset his godson and Henry wanted to see him. Reid can't say no to his godson, he just doesn't have that inside of him. I agree with Rossi, we need to get into the apartment and make sure he's not self-harming. If he is, we may have to place him in psychiatric care where he can get the help he needs," Hotch stated.

"Hotch, we can't do that to him," Morgan argued. "His biggest fear is ending up in a mental institution. We failed him before, we can't fail him this time. He won't let us into the apartment and breaking in won't go down too well. Besides, Will told JJ that Reid has installed extra locks and chains on the door."

"Are we seriously discussing breaking into Reid's apartment?" Garcia said in disbelief.

"Yes, we are," Morgan snapped before reeling himself back in. "I'm sorry, baby girl. I just can't stand the thought of him being all alone in that apartment and possibly cutting himself."

"Why would he cut himself?" Garcia asked.

Morgan answered before everyone else. "He thinks of himself as broken and used so he doesn't really care about his body now. He could be feeling so numb that he's using self harm to make himself feel just something that he couldn't feel before. It could be way of releasing all the dark emotions in his mind. He's on a road of self-destruction and we need to help him get off it. If he keeps going the way he is, I doubt he'll be here this time next year."

Hotch and Morgan crouched by the window centered by the fire escape. Hotch watched as Morgan began breaking into the apartment. "Morgan, where did you learn to break into a secure window?"

"Let's just say that I learned a few things during my rebellious time as a teenager. That's why I'm so good with hairpins and handcuffs," Morgan shrugged. They had informed the neighbors what they were doing and after explaining, the neighbors had agreed it was the best thing. It seemed that the team were not the only ones worried about Reid. Morgan gave the latch one more hit before the window released. "Got it. We're in."

Morgan knew Reid's apartment like the back of his hand. He slid the window open as quietly as he could before sliding through the gap and into the apartment. Hotch followed him and soon both were in the apartment. They had entered through the living room. Hotch turned on a light to find Reid asleep on the couch. Quietly, they walked over, both seeing the white bandages around Reid's arms. As Morgan stepped around, a creak sounded through the apartment causing the two men to freeze. Reid didn't make any kind of movement.

"He's not going to wake up," Hotch said before walking to the table. He picked up a small packet and read the contents.

"What are they?"

"Sleeping pills and powerful ones at that," Hotch sighed. "He'll be out till the morning. Go and let the others in. I'll check out his arms."

Morgan walked to the front door and unlocked all the chains and locks that Reid had installed. Hotch lifted Reid's arm up and began to unwrap the bandage. He gasped as he finished and saw deep cuts all along Reid's arms and wrists. "Oh, Spencer. Why?"

Garcia and the others gasped as they came into the apartment. All of them felt sick as they saw the cuts and bite marks along the arm. Hotch turned to Garcia.

"Garcia, get me some hot water and some antibacterial soap, I need to clean these, they look a little red."

JJ and Garcia rushed into the kitchen while Rossi stepped forward. "He looks like hell. He can't be left on his own, especially in this condition."

Hotch finished bandaging Reid's arm up. The rest of the team cleaned around him, the apartment was messy and in a state of disarray on some rooms. Gently, he lifted Reid into his arms and carried him to the bedroom where he laid Reid in bed. He brought the blankets up and made sure it wasn't too chilly in the room. His gaze drifted to the floor of the bedroom. A shiver came up his spine as an image flashed in his mind of Reid being held down.

"We're going to help you get better, Reid."

Reid moaned as he woke up sluggishly. The pills made him a little drowsy but he accepted the side effects if it meant he could sleep without the nightmares.

"Morning, kid."

His head snapped up the see Morgan standing by the door with a cup of coffee in his hand. "What the hell? What are you doing in my apartment?!" Reid yelled. "Did you break in?"

"Yes," Morgan answered simply.

"Get out," Reid shouted as he tried to get out bed. Morgan rushed forward as Reid lost his balance and collided with the bedside unit. Reid pushed him away and ran his hand through his hair. "You're not supposed to be here. Get out or I'm calling the police."

"Fine," Morgan shrugged. "Call them and tell them what you've done to yourself. Henry saw the bandages around your arms and told JJ. Reid, we broke in because it's clear you can't be left alone. You're a genius and you know thousands of statistics on self harm, depression and rape, you know that this isn't going to end well. We had to clean your arm last night because your cuts look angry and near infection."

"It's none of your business what I do with my life."

"Yes, it is. I'm so sorry that I wasn't there to protect you when Norton hurt you. Hell, I'll say it, when he raped you."

"Stop talking," Reid shook his head.

Morgan grabbed Reid by his upper arms. "No, I won't. He raped you and I know how much pain he put you through. No-one should ever hurt you like that but he did. I wish that I could go back and stop him from hurting you, but I can't. Hurting yourself isn't the answer. Your arms are a mess and your apartment is in a state too. You need help and we're here to give it to you."

Reid pounced at Morgan causing both of them to fall to the ground. He grabbed Morgan's shirt in a tight grip. "Help! I came to you for help when he first hurt me. I told you everything he did to me because I thought you would protect me. YOU DIDN'T! He came into that room with a smile on his face and held his hand over my mouth while the drug did its job. I had six other men watch as he violated me. I am disgusting, weak and a shell of my former self. You weren't there to protect me. I wanted you all to so desperately to knock on my door and save me but you were all nowhere to be seen."

Reid looked to his arms.

"I can feel the disgust crawling inside of me, Morgan. There is so much of it inside of me and I want it gone."

"You can't cut it out of yourself," Morgan said gently.

"It lets out everything I feel, almost as if it's a door to let it out."

Reid got back to his feet and walked into the living room to find the rest of the team. They stared at him in silence, all of them trying to avoid looking at his arms, something Reid knew was for their benefit and not his.

"You have no right being in my apartment. I could have you all arrested," Reid threatened.

"You won't have us arrested and I doubt you could anyway," Rossi said calmly.

"Why's that, Dave?"

"You're not in a good place mentally," Rossi answered truthfully. "You need constant supervision till we can trust you not to harm yourself."

"I don't need your help!"

"Yes, you do," Hotch shouted causing Reid to flinch. He walked over and looked into Reid's eyes. "What happens when you cut too deep? You'll be all alone as you bleed to death. As your boss, I'm telling you that unless you want to lose your job at the BAU, you'll sit down and do what we say. As your friend, I'm telling you that we'll be here for you until you get better because we will not survive losing you to suicide."

"I wouldn't-" Reid began to before Hotch grabbed his arm. He winced at the pressure on his cuts.

"This is the first step and you're one bad nightmare away from going over the edge. That's why you're taking the sleeping pills. You want to knock yourself out at night so you don't dream about what happened in this apartment and in that house."

"You have no idea what I went through," Reid growled.

"Norton held you down and forced himself on you, that's what happened. It's okay to be angry and upset, it's okay to feel hurt but we don't want you to feel alone."

Hotch hugged Reid close and didn't let him go. "It's okay to cry. Let it out."

Hotch felt Reid begin to shake his arms, he grunted as a fist hit his chest and watched Reid stumbled away. Reid dodged under Morgan's arm and ran into his bathroom. The lock clicked just before Morgan got to the door. "Kid, open the door," Morgan ordered calmly.

Reid sat against his bathtub and began to sob. Nothing was safe anymore. His team had broken into apartment. What stopped another man like Norton from doing the same? He flinched as a Morgan hit the door.

"Reid, open the door or we'll break it down."

"They're never going to leave you alone," a voice came from beside him. He turned and smiled.

"Maeve, I don't know what to do. I don't want to feel like this anymore. All I want is peace and happiness, I felt that when I spoke with you. Your words were so beautiful."

"We can be together," Maeve smiled, her hand reached out and stroked his cheek. "You know where it is."

His eyes flitted to the razor by the sink.

"Don't you do it, boy!"

His eyes widened as Tobias Hankel sat in the corner of the bathroom. "Not you. Please, not you."

"You do it and you'll burn in hell," Tobias growled, his father's personality in control.

"He's lying," Maeve said gently. "Please, I need you. We'll be so happy together and there will be no pain. Norton isn't able to hurt you if you're with me."

"Devil will have you burned for your sin if you destroy the life that God has given you!" Tobias yelled.

Reid grabbed the razor and placed it by his wrist, he looked up to Maeve. "I'll see you soon."

As he went to press down, the door smashed open.

"Reid, no!" Morgan screamed before lunging forward and grabbing Reid's hand, he carefully pried the razor from his hand and threw it across the floor.

"No, no, no," Reid fought. "I have to do this. Let me go!"

"Rossi, there is a small case in my jacket pocket. Grab one of the needles and bring it in here. It's a sedative."

Rossi disappeared without asking any questions. Hotch held down Reid's legs while JJ and Garcia looked on in horror at what state their friend had fallen into.

"Maeve, do something," Reid cried as he stared at the bathtub.

Rossi came back into with the needle and knelt next to Reid. He uncapped the needle and quickly injected it into Reid's thigh.

"Ah," Reid yelped before relaxing in Morgan's arms, his eyes fluttered for a few seconds before closing. He laid limply in Morgan's arms with his mouth open slightly.

"Where the hell did you get this?" Rossi questioned Morgan, holding up the syringe.

"Savannah managed to get them for me. I thought we might need them and I was right. Jesus, he almost killed himself."

JJ fell to her knees and stroked her hand through Reid's hair, feeling relief as she could finally touch him. "It'll be okay, Spence. We're here."

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Note - Reid has not developed schizophrenia, just want to assure you all beforehand. An explanation for his hallucinations will come soon.