Reid kept staring at the needle. It held all the answers. Well, he thought, here goes five years down the drain, and without another thought he plunged the needle into his arm, or so he thought. Because without warning he heard the door slam open, and Morgan's hand instantly clutched the needle centimeters before it made contact with his skin. Reid instantly looked up at the man with pleading eyes.

"Please, Morgan. Help me. I-I don't know how to cope anymore, I can't- I-"

"Shh," Morgan said, silencing the man. "Can you stand?"

"Yes." He instantly replied.

"Okay, then let's walk to the kitchen." Without warning, he helped Spencer up, and supported him despite the fact Spencer insisted he could walk.

"Sit." Morgan instructed as they reached the kitchen table. Reid did exactly that as he wasn't sure what he was more scared of: Morgan's disappointment, or his own. Morgan then dragged a chair so that he was immediately in front of him.

"When was the last time you used?" Morgan asked, determined to get straight to the point.

"5 years, 3 months and 28 days ago." He replied. Morgan sighed of relief, but now came the problem of how long he had the cravings.

"And the cravings?" he continued.

"They've always been there." That was the truth. They always had been. But ever since he went to a NA meeting, he never acted on those cravings. Well, until now.

"You just never acted on them." Morgan replied, practically reading the kid's thoughts.

"Yes."

"Why now?"

"I don't know," Reid started to think aloud, "Natalie? The case? God Morgan, everything's just spiraling backwards and there's not a damn thing I can do about it."

"Hey – hey kid, listen, we will get Natalie home safe."

"And what if we don't?" He questioned with a distraught look in his eyes.

"We will. I promise."

"You don't know that! She could be dead any minute now, Morgan…I don't know what I'd do if she died…"

Just then, Hotch walked into the kitchen with a look of relief on his face.

"There you guys are. Natalie just woke up, come on." He said as he left the room, completely trusting the agents to follow.

Reid stood up and, before Morgan could make any protests, he spoke.

"And Morgan," he said, getting the older man's full attention, "don't make promises you can't keep." He said as he followed Hotch. The older man just raised his head in response and stood up, shaking his head as he left. Don't worry kid, Morgan said to himself, I didn't…

When Spencer walked into the room, he saw the whole team getting into action, ever more so than usual. Well I guess that's what happens when one of your own is hurt…If they only knew… Spencer thought as he settled himself in front of one of the screens and watched as Natalie began to wake from the effects of the drug. He watched as she began to sit up on the mattress in the corner of the room. She brought her head to her knees as she winced in pain. Headaches, Spencer confirmed to himself, a common side effect of drug use. Other effects are dizziness, nausea, fungus, and erratic, or out of character, behavior. Though physical effects are considered life-altering, the internal and behavioral effects, of both taking drugs and withdrawing from them, are proved to be more damaging than the physical. In fact the behavioral aspect of –

Spencer stopped thinking of whatever new statistic come through his mind, when he noticed Morgan come into the room, giving a look. Dear Lord, Spencer thought. He knew that look. It was the 'I'm not done talking to you' look. Before he could give Morgan an apologetic look in return, he heard a noise come from the screens. It was Natalie. She had gotten up from the mattress, and was heading somewhere off-camera for a few moments. When she was back in the camera's view, she had freed her hands, undid the belt on her fore-arm, and was clutching the pocket knife in her right hand. She then ran over and grabbed her shirt in the middle of the floor, and slipped it on. After she had completed the necessary tasks, she began to look around the room aimlessly. Give us something, Nat. There has to be something…

As if she had read his mind, she began looking around the room for clues. The first place she looked at was off-camera, so all Spencer could here was the rustling of papers until a small gasp was expelled. Before he knew it, Natalie was in front of him, in a chair, and began to speak to him.

"Spencer, At least I think that's you on the other side of that camera, Spencer I- I think I know where I am….." Oh thank god, Spencer thought as Natalie continued, "I saw a group of letters on his desk: They're all addressed to a cemetery at 423 Cherry Hill Lane in Las Vegas. I-I think that's where I am….Please. Please help me. You're the only one who can." Don't worry, Spencer thought as he heard Hotch tell Garcia to send the address to their GPS, We're coming for you Natalie. I won't lose you again.

And with that, he rushed out of the room with the rest of the team, only moments before the Unsub would burst in and remove Natalie from the room. Moments before all hope could be lost.