I managed to update somewhat quickly! I'm a lot less busy now and have some more time to write. I would have updated earlier, but for some reason it wouldn't let me upload anything. I hope you all enjoy this chapter, please review and let me know what you think!

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The team, minus Reid, was gathered in the conference room. JJ has called them in on an early Saturday morning, and told them nothing; just to meet in the conference room at 7. Understandably, they were not very happy, and were expecting another case.

"Why can't serial killers take the weekend off?" Morgan groaned. He had stayed up late last night worried about Reid and his phone call; how he had seemed detached and withdrawn.

"We don't have a case, Morgan. I'm sorry that I made you guys come in so early, and on Saturday, but it's important." JJ, too, had not gotten any sleep last night, staying up watching over Reid, making sure he was okay. She had slipped out around 4 am, leaving a box of cereal and some milk on the table, leaving him note telling him to eat something.

"What's important?" Rossi had noticed something off with JJ when she had walked in, and was starting to worry about whatever was going on.

"It's Reid. He… Well, I thought he was doing better but… he's not. He's not okay and he needs our help, but he won't- he's stubborn. We all know that, we know Reid, and I think he's-"

"He's withdrawing himself from us." Morgan interrupted JJ. "Yesterday I called him around noon, and I tried to talk to him, but he just dismissed me, and hung up. I was shocked he even answered. Most of the time he doesn't pick his phone up."

"Well, yesterday, around midnight, Reid called me. At first he wouldn't talk to me, and I knew something was wrong because he was crying. All he told me was that he needed help, so I rushed over and… I found him sitting on his bed with… his phone in one hand and..a syringe in the other."

"What?! He was using?!" Morgan got up abruptly. "Damnit! He's been clean for so long! Hotch, you know, you know he wouldn't… that's not fucking possible JJ!"

"Morgan, calm down. Let JJ continue. This isn't helping."

"How can you tell me to be calm, Hotch, how can you just sit there, relaxed, when-"

"I am not relaxed, Agent Morgan, and I am also your superior, so sit down and shut up. That's an order."

Morgan seethed, standing up and glaring at Hotch who stared right back, before resignedly sitting down in his chair and putting his head in his hands.

"He didn't use Morgan. He had a choice. Between calling one of us or using. And he called me. He didn't use, he was close, but he didn't."

Rossi stood up. "I'm sorry to interrupt here, but I'm just a little confused. Is everyone here aware that Reid has a drug problem? Because I certainly wasn't."

JJ opens her mouth, but Emily answered for her.

"Before you were here, Reid was abducted by a serial killer. His name was Tobias Henkel. He tortured Reid, made him choose someone to die, and he drugged him. It wasn't Reid's fault, at least at first, but it got out of hand. But he got clean, and he's been clean for a while now."

Rossi didn't respond, somewhat shaken at this new information he'd just learned about Reid.

"Ok, now that everyone is on the same page, I'm not done. Reid opened up to me a little bit when I was there. He's not eating, and he's not sleeping-"

"What? Why isn't he eating? Or sleeping? He knows that's not good, he needs to eat, should I bake him something? Will that help?" Penelope had stayed silent for most of the meeting, too worried and scared for Reid to talk."

"I don't know if that would help. He doesn't eat because he says it makes him throw up. And he isn't sleeping cause he keeps having nightmares. I got him to eat a little, and got him to sleep, but I don't know if it'll be enough. I think we need to get him to talk to a professional."

"Reid will never do that. He'll never agree to it."

"I know, but we could convince him, or Hotch could order him to-"

"If I force him to see someone, it won't help. He knows how to get around questions, he needs to want to do it."

"But how do we do that?"

"We don't. He will never willingly agree to it, you all know Reid. But we're profilers, and we're Reid's friends. We just want to help him, and I don't think Reid quite knows that right now. So we need to make sure he does."

"But he barely even answers his phone, how are we supposed to get him to open up to us?"

"He already did to JJ. But we don't want that happening under the same circumstances as last time. We need to find another way."

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Reid woke up that morning without being jolted awake from a nightmare. He was surprised, and not quite used to the feeling of actually having slept well. He got up and noticed JJ was no longer sitting down on the chair next to the couch. He went into the kitchen to see if she was there, but instead found some cereal and a note.

Spence-

I left you some cereal and some milk.

Please eat something. If not for yourself,

than for me. Sorry I couldn't stay,

but I'll be back later today.

Love,

JJ

Reid sighed. He should have known she would leave. He shouldn't have expected her to stay, yet it still hurts a little that she left. He pushed the cereal aside and leaves the room. He walks into his bedroom and sits down before grabbing a book he had been reading off the nightstand. He's just about to start when his phone starts ringing. He sees it on top of his dresser, next to the dilaudid, and he paused. He shoves the dilaudid in his sock drawer before picking up the phone and answering. Reid just realizes that he forgot to see who was calling and now is probably going to have to talk to Morgan when a rough voice whispers,

"Hello, Spencer." The voice is agonizingly slow, drawing out each syllable.

Reid freezes. He knows that voice. He starts to panic, thinking a mile a minute. How did he get this number? How was he allowed to call me? Why-

"Pretty. Boy. Why aren't you answering me? I've missed you. Don't you miss me too?"

Reid sucks in a deep breath, fear rooting him to the spot. "D-don't call me that."

"What? Pretty boy? Why not Spencer? Does it…bother you?"

Reid doesn't respond. His hand is shaking, the phone threatening to slip out of his hand.

"I'm gonna get out of here, pretty boy. And I can't wait. And when I do… we are going to have so much fun together, baby." The line ends, and Reid is left shaking with fear and dread, still holding the phone to his ear.

Someone starts knocking on his door.

"Reid? Reid it's me, Morgan. I just want to talk."

The knocking gets louder.

"Reid? Open up, please?"

Reid drops the phone, his body moving like it's under someone's control, until he is right at the door. He watches his hand reach up to open the door, and suddenly Morgan is standing in front of him. He must not have realizes how terrible he looks, because Morgan's expression changes from relief to worry in a split second.

"Reid what's going on? Are you okay?"

Reid doesn't answer, just takes a shaky step back as Morgan enters the room.

"Pretty boy, talk to me."

Reid flinches and closes his eyes tight when he hears Morgan.

"What? Why are you- Reid what happened?"

Reid lets out a quiet moan, his eyes still screwed shut, his hand wrapped around his body. Despite his best efforts, tears are leaking out of his eyes. Morgan strides forward and hugs Reid, who struggles, but Morgan doesn't let go.

Reid pushes him away and opens his now red and irritated eyes.

"H-He called. Me. I don't even know how- how he got my number, b-but he called. How do they let him do that? There should be some sort of regulation in a prison right? I mean how? Why did he… how did he even get my number?"

"Who called Reid? Who got your number?"

Reid turns around and walks away.

"Reid! Reid, where are you going? Who called you?"

He follows Reid, who goes to his bedroom and picks something off the floor, searching for something on it, before he hands it to Morgan.

"It's recorded on my phone. Press play."

Morgan presses play before putting it up to his ear. As he listens, his rage grows, and he wants to throw the phone across the room. He doesn't want to scare Reid though, so he sets the phone down and clenches his fist.

"That son of a bitch. I'm gonna kill him, Reid. He's not going to fucking call you or anyone again."

"Y-you can't do that, Morgan." His arms are still wrapped protectively around his body.

Morgan takes a deep breath.

"I know, I know. We need to call Hotch, tell him what happened."

"No! No, Morgan, don't tell anyone. It's fine. I'm fine. I don't want anyone else to hear it."

"Reid, this is bad, he shouldn't be able to call you. What if he calls again, huh? Do you want that? Do you want to have to worry about that?"

"I- I'll just get a new phone, it doesn't matter, I c-"

"Damnit Reid! You shouldn't have to change your life around for this bastard!"

Reid flinches and takes a step back.

Morgan sighs. "I'm sorry Reid. I shouldn't have yelled. But please, please let me call Hotch. At least Hotch."

Reid lets out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding and gives Morgan a shaky nod.

"Thank you."

Neither of them say anything for a few minutes.

"Kid, I… I just want to help you. You know what right? I just want to make sure you're alright, ok?

Reid pauses, and sits down. "I'm not sure I'll ever be ok."

Morgan sits down next to him. He wants to hug him, and comfort him, but he knows it's not what Reid wants, or needs.

"You will. And I'll always be here for you."

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Awwwww. Poor Reid:(

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