A/N-I know nothing about the medical aspects of this chapter. I did some quick research and that was it. I tried my best with it, so if i got any of it wrong, remember I am not a doctor (nor do i play one on T.V) Sorry this took so very long. I almost didn't realize it had almost been a month since my last chapter! My writing has taken a backseat because of work. But I promise I'll write more when ever i get a moment of free time.
I don't stop eating when I'm full. The meal isn't over when I'm full. It's over when I hate myself.-Louis C. K.
Spencer awoke the next morning, his eyes taking sometime to adjust to the light shining in through his window. He sat up, pushed back the covers of his bed and stretched. He felt peaceful this morning, knowing that Brendon wasn't anywhere to be found. If he knew it was this easy to get rid of him, he would have done it much sooner.
He swung his legs over the bed and stood up. The room was starting to spin. Spencer quickly placed his hand on the side table, trying to keep himself propped up from passing out. He closed his eyes waiting for the spinning to stop. The spinning subsided after a few minutes, he opened his eyes and Spencer straighten up. He shuffled to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water. He took a few quick sips and set down the glass. The water was hurting his stomach, making him nauseated. The water was heavy and weighing down his stomach. He narrowed his eyes at the glass, as if it was the enemy.
Spencer sighed at himself as he shuffled back into his bedroom to get ready for work. Spencer grabbed a pair of pants, a tie and a shirt. He slipped off his pajama bottoms and slipped on his pants. They had gotten quite big on him, but he shrugged as he would just tighten his belt. He put on his shirt, and that was oddly big on him as well. He stuffed his shirt into his pants and buckled his belt as tight as he could. He put on a tie and shivered, realizing he was going to get cold with a short sleeved shirt on. He went into his closet and grabbed a cardigan. He didn't bother to look in the mirror again, he knew he would just regret it. He grabbed his messenger bag and headed out the door of his apartment. He locked the door behind him, quickly made his way down the stairs and out of the apartment building.
"Good morning," Spencer sang as he entered the bullpen. His team turned to face him, their smiles quickly faded from their faces, then reappeared as though nothing distracted them.
"Morning," Penelope said, not in her usual bubbly had a perplexed look on his face.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"Reid, I need to see you in my office." Hotch said.
"Okay," he said slowly as he followed his superior. They walked up the steps and headed into his office.
"Take a seat, please." Hotch said as he shut the door behind him. Spencer walked over to the two seats in front of Hotch's desk and sat down. Hotchner walked over and sat down at his desk.
"Am I in trouble?" Spencer asked quietly.
"No," Hotch said with a smirk,it was a rare moment when Aaron Hotchner had anything but a serious look on his face. His smirk faded fast. "A member of the team has informed me that you haven't been taking care of yourself."
Spencer looked down at his feet then back up at Hotch. "I'm fine."
"No you're not. You look pale, your pants are big and baggy on you and you look like you can barely stand." Hotch informed. "We think it's in your best interest to either have one of us stay with you, or to put you in a rehabilitation center."
Spencer shot up out of his chair. "My best interest? I'm fine, you guys are freaking out over nothing."
"No, we are trying to help you." He heard JJ's voice from behind him. Spencer turned to see the rest of the team standing in the room.
"I don't need help!" Spencer shouted as he brushed past his team and headed out the door. No one went after him, they knew it was pointless to. Spencer shot out of the bullpen and headed to the entered the bathroom,he paced back and forth. He wanted to scream at how controlling his team was. How you couldn't do anything on the team without someone profiling you or catching onto you. Spencer took some in some deep breaths, slowly letting them out. He lightly shook his head as he headed out of the bathroom, stormed into the bullpen and made his way into the round room. He sat down among the rest of the team as Penelope started the briefing.
"Three women have been found in Minnesota,at various dump sites." Penelope pressed the remote, showing the three women on the screen, then them in crime scene photos. "They were sexually abused, each had thirty stab wounds and they had a piece of hair missing. The creepy part is each of them had many teeth and bones removed. As well as many types of injection sites on their skin."
"The unsub must be using them as test subjects," Spencer said.
"For what?" Rossi asked.
Spencer shifted in his seat, "He could be using them to test bone cancer. He many have cancer himself. He may have found his own way to try and cure it."
"Why would he sexually abuse them though?" Prentiss questioned.
"He could have had a spouse or girlfriend die from bone cancer, maybe he's using these girls as surrogates." Morgan said.
"The unsub has been killing every three days...tomorrow he will kill again...the local P.D wants us to get there as soon as possible." JJ said.
"So that means wheels up in twenty," Hotch said as he hastily stood up from his seat and headed out of the room.
The rest of the team gathered their things and headed out of the round room. Spencer stood up from his seat, he felt dizzy again.
Morgan took notice and said, "You okay Reid?" He asked.
Spencer nodded. "I stood up too fast," he assured as he shook off the dizziness.
"If you say so," Morgan said. Spencer headed out of the room and down the steps, and out of the bullpen.
Once the team landed, they headed to the local P.D. They got settled in and had Prentiss and Reid check out the M.E. The rest of the team to talk to the latest victims families. Prentiss and Reid made it to the M.E. They looked closely at the bodies, as the M.E gave her report.
"They had various amounts of sedatives their blood streams."
"He must have put them under, taken their teeth or bones and then stabbed them?" Prentiss questioned.
"Sedatives are used to subside pain, it doesn't make the pain go away completely, he must have used a tranquilizer to calm them down from fighting back. That way he could take their teeth and bones...but blood..."
"Blood?" Prentiss asked.
"Did they have all their blood?" Spencer asked the M.E.
"Yes, most of it, I did find stitching above the removed bones."
"He must have done so then stabbed them." Prentiss suggested.
"He could have just taken the bone marrow, why take the whole bone?" Spencer pondered. He thought for a few moments. "He's incompetent,he's experimenting," Spencer said.
"If he was smart he would have killed them then taken their bones, not the other way around." Prentiss said.
"Maybe it's a fantasy, think about it, he had a spouse or girlfriend, they took out her bone tumor and if she died on the table..."
"He's making them suffer without their bones..."
Back at local P.D the team went over their findings. Spencer was standing looking at the clues that were taped to a board. The room started spinning again. Spencer tightly closed his eyes.
"Reid?" He heard. He opened his eyes and turned to see Rossi, standing there with a look of confusion and concern on his face.
"Yes," Spencer answered.
"Just making sure you're okay," he said slowly as he made his way out of the room. Spencer turned his attention back to the board. The room started spinning again, Spencer stumbled out of the room and to the closest bathroom. He locked the door behind him, he stumbled over to a sink and propped himself up on the sink. He felt himself slip from the sink and fall to the floor, everything turning dark.
"Spencer."He faintly heard, the yelling got louder as he gained consciousness. He could feel himself fading fast again, he closed his eyes and the yelling slowly faded.
Spencer awoke again, this time on the couch of the P.D. He sat up as he looked around, and the team rushed to him. "What happened?" He asked.
"You passed out," Prentiss told him.
Spencer looked over at Hotchner, his arms were folded across his chest, and a scold was on face. "When we get back, Morgan is staying with you, for four days a week. And unannounced visits from him on days he is not there."
"Hotch, I..."
Hotch put up a finger, "There is no discussing it. This is for you and your well-being . Or would you rather go into a rehab center?"
Spencer sighed, "No sir."
"Good, now go eat something, anything." He pleaded.
"Right,"Spencer said as he slowly stood up. The rest of the team dispersed from the room. Spencer sighed as he walked out of the room.
Morgan walked up to him and said, "What do you want for a meal?" He asked.
"I can get it," Spencer smirked innocently.
Morgan shook his head, "No, I'll go get it. I'm getting the rest of the team food anyways."
"Salad...salad is fine,"
Morgan lightly laughed, "In all of the years I've known you, I've never seen eat a salad."
Spencer shot Morgan a blank stare, he blinked at him a few times,"Just go get me a salad." he said in an unamused tone.
Morgan chuckled, "Alright, alright. I'm going," Morgan turned on his heels and walked out of the Police department.
Morgan returned about a half an hour later, he made sure one of the local police officers came with him, so he wouldn't get lost but he told everyone it was so he could remember what everyone wanted. Morgan entered the room with the teams food, he set down the bags and everyone grabbed their containers of food, except for Spencer. He sat there, his chin propped up on his hand and his elbow sitting on the armrest of an office chair.
Eat. Morgan mouthed at him.
Spencer sighed and got up out of the chair. He walked over to the table, pulled out a chair, snatched his container of salad off the table and sat down. He placed the container in front of him, took off the lid and lightly dressed vinaigrette on the salad. Spencer grabbed a plastic fork off the table, stuck the fork into the salad and put the fork in his mouth. He slowly chewed, he could feel the eyes of his team on him, watching his every move. He looked up, everyone quickly looked away from him,trying to pretend they weren't just staring at him a moment ago.
"Water?" Morgan said, he was standing next to him, holding out a bottle of water.
Spencer snatched it from him, unscrewed the lid and took a sip. "Thanks," Spencer mumbled. He really wished Brendon would show up, talk him out of making the mistake of eating, but what choice did he have? Spencer screwed the lid back on the bottled water and slammed the bottle on the table in frustration. He needed someone to understand his pain and suffering that he was battling with inside his mind. It was like he was losing a battle against himself, a battle he knew that no matter how much someone helped, he was going to lose.
Happiness in intelligent people is the rarest thing I know.-Ernest Hemingway
A/N- I'm starting the next chapter as I write this author's note! Thanks for the reviews from the last chapter,they are great and make me very happy! Keep them coming! You guys rock and I'm glad everyone is enjoying this story(no matter how messed up it may be sometimes).