Addiction

by A1fictiongrl

I know this has probably been done before, but I wanted to write my own take on Reid's struggle with addiction after he was kidnapped by Tobias. I didn't like how little of his struggle they showed in the show so I decided to write it. Please read and review! I'd love to know what you think! Rated T for protection, contains drug use and possible murders in later chapters. COMPLETE

11. Chapter 11

I do not own Criminal Minds and all mistakes are my own. Thanks to those who reviewed, followed and favorite! Enjoy!

Chapter 11

8 a.m.-26 hours clean

REID

Reid sat at the table, nibbling at toast that was only slightly burnt, while Morgan stood at the stove, cooking a more substantial breakfast for himself.

"You know, you actually have to bite and swallow for it to reach your stomach, right?"

"Ha ha, Morgan. Very funny." Reid was not amused at all. He was nauseous and did not feel like eating. Couple that with the other symptoms and it did not make a very happy Reid.

Reid sighed and took a bite of the toast. It actually didn't taste too bad.

Reid finished the toast and drank the orange juice that Morgan had given him.

Muttering his thanks, he got up and went over to his bookshelf. He stood there for a moment, browsing the titles, until he came across one of his favorites, a book of medieval poetry, written in French.

He settled on the couch to read it, but didn't get far before his phone rang.

Looking at the display, he panicked. It was Hotch.

He took a deep breath and answered the phone.

"He- hello?"

"Reid. Morgan called me this morning and told me you weren't feeling well."

As Hotch was talking, Reid had a sharp pain in his stomach and couldn't help but groan.

"Reid, are you alright?"

"Yeah, Hotch I'm…" Reid didn't get to finish his sentence because all of a sudden he knew he was going to throw up.

He dropped the phone on the couch and ran for the bathroom.

"Reid. Reid?"

MORGAN

Morgan sat down to eat as he watched Reid walk over to the bookshelf, grab a book, and sit down on the couch.

Morgan chuckled. Even when Reid was in a mood, he still sat down so proper.

Morgan stopped laughing when Reid answered his phone. By the way Reid paled when he saw who it was; Morgan had to assume that it was Hotch. He knew Hotch would call, he just didn't know it would be so soon.

He went back to eating, keeping one ear on the conversation.

He stopped when he heard Reid groan. Then he saw Reid jump up and run to the bathroom.

Uh oh—Morgan thought.

He could still hear Hotch calling Reid's name over the phone and was about to go over and pick up the phone, when Reid came out of the bathroom.

He nodded at Morgan and grabbed the phone.

"Hotch, I'm here." Man, he really did sound awful.

"Reid, what happened? Are you okay?"

"I'm not feeling well at all."

"Get some rest, okay Reid? Take all the time you need." "I hope you feel better soon."

"Thanks Hotch." Reid said, and hung up the phone.

Morgan immediately went over to Reid.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm great. Just fantastic" Reid forced out, clearly in pain.

"Do you need some ibuprofen?"

"I don't think it will do any good."

"What do you need, Reid?"

Reid grimaced. "What I need you can't give me."

With that he got up and went down the hall, muttering something that sounded like "I'm going to lie down".

Morgan sighed and went back to his breakfast.

REID

Reid went into his bedroom and shut the door. Then he promptly lay face down on his bed. He closed his eyes and tried to get some more sleep, but it wasn't happening.

He got up and started to pace, sat down, lie down; repeat.

He realized he was shaking and he felt like the walls were closing in on him. He was cold, but he was sweating.

How was he supposed to get through 9 more days of this?

He looked at his watch. It had only been an hour?

Reid couldn't stay in his room any longer. He went back into the living room.

Morgan was in the kitchen washing dishes. Reid stopped.

Morgan was washing dishes?

Morgan noticed him and looked almost embarrassed. Reid snorted and went over to his DVD collection. Reid grabbed a random season of Dr. Who and put one of the DVDs in the DVD player and turned on the TV.

He sat down and tuned into the show.

When Morgan was done with the dishes he sat down at the other end of the couch.

"How're you feeling?" he asked Reid. Reid's only response was to grunt. Grunt.

So this was how it was going to be.

So. This chapter was hard to write. I feel like it started out great and then went to so-so towards the end. Please let me know what you think! Review please please please. What I may do is time jump to about the 48 hour mark or so. If anyone has ideas, please share! :-)