A/N Sorry this is so late - I'm on vacation, and it sorta just slipped my mind! This chapter is dedicated to smacky30, because I'm making Reid suffer again! Sorry! :] BTW, all the statistics in this chapter are real, and taken from real medical journals.

Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds or the LiveJournal community from which I took this prompt list.

Character/Pairing: Reid centric, team, slight JJ/Hotch

Rating: T

Prompt: #53 - Incalculable

Reid likes math.

He knows there is a statistical chance that one day he'll find somebody to spend the rest of his life with. He also knows that people lose loved ones every day. Parents lose children, brothers lose sisters, children lose parents.

And Reid is no stranger to death. But somehow it's different when you're the one hearing 'There was nothing we could do'.

There's always something to be done, he thinks.

Spencer hides in his science and math because if it's useless anywhere else, the formulaic answers have always helped him run away.

Now he sits in the living room of the house that belongs to him and calls to memory all the information he can.

Schizophrenia affects 2.2 million people in the USA. Not counting the families, or the medical staff, or the friends. It is twice as common as Alzheimer's and five times as common as multiple sclerosis.

Reid hasn't heard from his father since. And he feels alone – it's with a heavy sigh that he realizes he is.

Approximately six percent of schizophrenics are homeless. Six percent are in jail. Twenty percent are living, or at least trying to, in supervised housing.

He really should be planning the funeral, because it's been 25 hours and three minutes and five seconds since his mother died.

The cost of direct treatment for patients with schizophrenia is $63 billion a year.

Absently, as if he doesn't really mean to do it, his fingers flutter over his arm, remembering and yet trying not to.

People with severe mental illness are two or three times more likely to die of heart disease or stroke.

The facts come faster as a fresh wave of tears threatens to appear.

In 2007, U.S. funeral homes employed 102,877 workers nationwide.

Almost 35 per cent of people are cremated in the US, and it's with a heavy sigh that Reid realizes his mother is going to be nothing more than a statistic.

And then the doorbell rings.

He wonders for a moment whether it's his father, but when the ring is followed by persistent knocking, Spencer can't understand why his dad wouldn't just use the key.

So he opens the door and stares in surprise.

Then Garcia is pushing past him with a basket of what he can only assume is food, and Morgan carries two small suitcases after her, and Rossi is already on the phone to the funeral home, and Prentiss is carrying another bag and the stillness is interrupted by the sudden flurry of activity.

Reid feels a wave of gratitude bathe him in warmth and he is unashamed at the tears that appear in his eyes.

JJ lets go of Hotch's hand to wrap her arms around him.

At one time he would have been jealous of the unit chief, but that was a long time ago and he's long since learned that there is no formula that could ever calculate the love between JJ and Hotch.

Reid is grateful, and he tells her so in a choked whisper, looking over her shoulder to let Hotch know the same.

"Oh Spence," JJ says, "Even a genius needs help sometimes."