A/N- I am sorry this is way overdue! I hit a wall with this chapter, I had some major writer's block. I didn't mean for it to take this long, I didn't abandon it, I could never do that! Once I start something, I have to finish it. Enjoy! Thanks for all the reviews and faves!

Spencer rolled up the sleeves of his cardigan after finishing as much of the salad he could. He felt so full, he could barely breathe. Even though he only had a few bites of salad, the food and the guilt sat in his stomach like a rock sitting at the bottom of a lake. He didn't realize Morgan was watching him, he saw the scars going across his wrists and forearms. Spencer looked over at him and quickly pulled down on his sleeves. Morgan walked over to him, he wasn't going to get away with it that fast.

"I saw Reid, I'm not stupid." Morgan sighed as he crossed his arms over his chest.

Spencer raised an eyebrow, "Saw what?" he asked innocently.

Morgan glared at him, "The scars." The agent whispered. Spencer frowned as he drew in a very deep breath. Trying to push past the pain of his full stomach. he pushed the air out of his lungs and realized he didn't feel much better. He hated this feeling, feeling full, it was a feeling that was never welcomed. It messed with his mind, he felt sluggish and tired. Spencer went back to his work as the older agent stood next to him. Morgan could see that Spencer's hands were shaking as he typed.

"Alright, we have to figure out what this man is doing with these bones," Spencer said.

Morgan pulled out a chair and sat next to Spencer. "Spence, if you can't keep..." Morgan trailed off.

"No!" Spencer shouted, cutting into Morgan's sentence. Everyone and everything fell silent. Spencer could feel the stares of the officers and his team. Spencer's eyes were wide, his hand balled up in a fist, sitting next to the laptop. He was just staring at the keyboard, hoping he was dreaming everything. He sat still, didn't move a muscle. After a few moments of silence, silence that dragged on like a long day and no coffee. Things started to pick up again, the officers got back to their work, the noises started up again and Spencer let out his breath. "I can keep going," He said, through a clenched jaw.

"Alright," Morgan said as he sat back in his chair. Spencer's head was throbbing, and his hands were shaking. His stomach wasn't happy with the sudden appearance of food. Spencer focused his attention back to the screen. Everything was going in and out of focus, he tightly closed his eyes, he drew in a deep breath and opened his eyes again. Spencer started to look up things on dropout medical students, those that had known someone with bone cancer and that were capable of the the horrible things this unsub was doing. "what's up with you Spence?" Morgan asked. "you seem so….not yourself lately."

"I'm fine," Spencer said as he continued to browse the web.

"Stop lying," Morgan spat. Spencer slowly looked over at the agent, a glare so angry and so evil was on his face. Morgan thought he was going to punch him or spit on him. But instead, he got up, walked out of the room and disappeared out of site. Morgan shot out of his chair and followed him. He already knew where he was headed, to the bathroom. Morgan made his way down the hall where the bathroom was, and just as he entered the hall, the bathroom door was shutting. Morgan jogged to it and opened the door. There was Spencer, standing in front of the huge mirror, and was leaning on the sink. Morgan checked under the few stalls to make sure no one was there listening in on their conversation. "Reid, I'm worried about you, we all are." Spencer didn't answer, he stood there, looking down at the sink, his hair covering his face so Morgan couldn't really make out his expression. "You can't keep going."

Yes you can.

Spencer looked up into the mirror, there was Brendon, sitting on the sink counter next to him. It looked like he was looking at Morgan's reflection, but he was looking at his demon. "Yes, I can," he said to the mirror. "I am fine."

"Cut the crap Reid," Morgan spat. Spencer's eyes instantly darted back to the sink. "We know something is going on, you have been quiet and haven't been…..you haven't been you."

"I know," Spencer mumbled. "I just...I can't tell you what's wrong. I can't tell you what i've been going through or…." Spencer trailed off.

Morgan waited a few moments for Spencer to continue, when Spencer stayed silent, Morgan said, "Or…" as he motioned his hand in an impatient circle, telling Spencer to spit it out.

Spencer lightly laughed as he looked back to the mirror, he looked at Morgan's reflection. He hated sharing his feelings, he felt vulnerable. He felt even more vulnerable because it was to Morgan. Morgan was always this strong, level- headed, show no fear kind of guy. Compared to him, Spencer felt like he was inadequate, that he wasn't manly or strong enough. Spencer straightened up, still looking at Morgan's reflection. "Or...the team will think I am weak."

"No one will think that Spencer."

Spencer balled his hands into fists then slammed them down on the wood counters. Morgan jumped a little, he could tell Spencer was frustrated, he only wished he would tell him leaned off of the counter and turned to face Morgan. "Yes they will. We see these broken and psychotic people everyday." Spencer said, looking at the wall.

"You aren't psychotic," Morgan retorted.

Spencer looked at Morgan, his eyes were sad. He looked at though he hadn't been sleeping well. "You don't know that," Spencer said in a sad tone.

"Yes I do," Mogan stepped closer to the agent, Spencer flinched uncomfortably. "I know something is wrong, those scars on your arm. I know those are self inflicted. I just don't get why….." Morgan trailed off. Tears were forming in his eyes, he had to look away from Spencer. "You don't deserve to be in pain."

"What I'm doing isn't bad, it isn't hurting me."

"But there is something wrong Reid, we can tell!" Morgan shouted. Morgan let out a heavy sigh and shook his head. "I just wish you'd tell us before something bad happens."

"Nothing bad is going to happen, I am fine." Spencer reassured. He walked towards the door, opened it and left. Morgan stood there, not sure of what to do next. He knew he couldn't believe Spencer, he had all of signs of being in distress. Spencer was in denial, he didn't think what he was doing, whatever that was, was wrong. Morgan knew something was wrong, he just wasn't sure what. But whatever it was, was eating and tearing his friend apart.

The doors of the elevator opened and the team was looking at the inside of the BAU. They had put the of the Bone Collector, as people were calling him, to still be an active case. He had stopped, out of nowhere, he was thought to escalate, but after a week of waiting for him to kill again, he didn't. So, they decided to head home, he probably knew they were onto him and he stopped. They really didn't know much about him anyways, the profile was pretty broad, except for the fact that he might be in the medical field, but that didn't narrow it down very much.

The team stepped out of the elevator and made their way into the bullpen. None of them looked very happy, spending a week to see if someone would kill again wasn't much fun and they became homesick quickly.

"Morgan, Reid, my office, now." Hotchner spat as he hurriedly made his way past the desks and to his office. The two followed him, their head down, as if they were dogs with their tails between their legs. Hotch opened the door to his office and stood next to it as Morgan and Reid walked in. Hotch quickly shut the door and walked over to his desk. He sat down and gestured for the two of them to sit. They swiftly walked over to the chairs and sat down, both were unaware of their reason for being there. Hotch sighed as he put his elbows on the desk and neatly folded his hands. "I understand that there is something going on Reid," Hotch started, his tone was low but sympathetic. "we can't have you passing out and running off while on a case."

"Please sir, let me-" Spencer started to say.

Hotch put up a finger, "I don't want to hear it. You don't want to tell us what is going on, fine. You are suspended for the next two weeks. If you can't tell us by then, well then we will put it behind us and leave you alone."

Spencer opened his mouth to talk, just to close it. He sat there for moment, unsure of how to proceed. "Morgan doesn't have to stay over?" He asked.

"If you want him to, and think it will help you to tell us sooner."

Spencer drew in a deep breath, "Alright," he said letting it out. He didn't want to tell them, he knew they would figure it out eventually. Especially with Morgan staying with him. Then they will be able to help him get out of his own personal hell.