*Reid's POV*
When I awoke, I was still upset because of last night. I was smart enough to know that Derek was correct, I need to talk to someone. I got out of bed and pulled Derek's laptop on my lap and looked up well-educated therapists. The first few were very well educated and they had many degrees like myself, but they were men. I know it sounds weird, but I want to have a woman to talk to. I have to talk to a woman, at this point the only men I trusted were Derek and Hotch. I don't think I am able to talk with any other males. The issues I'm having can't fix themselves. Derek was right. I let this go on for too long. I needed to get help, I'm really happy that he was rough and demanded that I get help. I don't know why I didn't use my brain and get help in the beginning. I didn't want to have this on my brain anymore. I was scared, to be honest, but I knew that Derek and I needed to move on. I didn't want him to leave me and if to keep him, I had to better myself then I believe that it's a really good deal. It was a win-win and I was going to be happy on all sides. I sent an email explaining everything to a therapist by the name of Brooke O'Donnell. I just hoped she would be able to help me. Then, I would be able to talk to Derek.
Derek came home a few hours later and I was excited to tell him about the therapist, but he came in with a heavy sigh. Something was wrong, very wrong.
"What happened at work today? Should I have gone in?"
"No, it's okay. You needed the day. Tell me what happened. Did you call a therapist? Did you make an appointment?"
"Yes, I have an appointment this weekend. Now, tell me what happened at work. You never bring your work home, please don't start now. What's the matter?"
"It's nothing. You're coming into work tomorrow. You need to stay close to the team for a while. Hotch and Garcia have both been asking about you. Garcia misses you. Tomorrow you'll be working with her and then Hotch wants you back in action. It's been a long few months, but if you can't handle it, it's okay. Just tell us," he rambled.
*Something has to be wrong. Why won't he just be honest?*
"You act like a woman sometimes. Tell me what I need to know! You're pissing me off," he sighed deeply.
"Richard McCavarty has escaped. Someone fucked up, for lack of better explanation."
I stared at him, Richard's out. What am I going to do now?"