OH MY GOSH GUYS! I AM SO SORRY it's been so long! Work has just been crazy! The school I work at has been doing state testing and I have just been so exhausted and busy that I haven't had the time to update any of my stories! Please don't hate me!
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Addiction ch.25
"He knows?"
Reid stared at Morgan open-mouthed.
"Reid?" Morgan asked, glancing over at him, "Are you okay?"
Morgan reached over and touched Reid's shoulder.
"Reid, you have to breathe" he said, concerned.
Reid finally took a deep breath.
"You okay?" Morgan asked again.
Reid moved Morgan's hand off his shoulder.
"Reid, answer me, dammit!"
"How. Could. You?" Reid forced out through clenched teeth.
"Reid…" Morgan began.
"No, Morgan! I trusted you and you betrayed me! You promised me!"
Reid grabbed his go bag and satchel and got out of the SUV, slamming the door, and started walking.
"Reid, where are you going?" Morgan asked, getting out of the car, "The office is that way" he said, pointing toward the building.
"I'm not going into the office, I'm walking to the Metro (subway) station," Reid said.
"Reid, you don't have to do this. Let me give you a ride home," Morgan pleaded.
"No" was all Reid said before walking away.
"Reid!" Morgan called after him.
Morgan ran after him and grabbed his arm, spinning him around.
"Let me go Morgan!" Reid yelled in frustration.
"No! Let me explain!" Morgan yelled right back.
Without warning, Reid reared back and shoved Morgan with all his might, making him stumble and almost fall backward.
"No, Morgan, I will not let you explain!" Reid yelled, shoving him again.
"I thought you were my friend, but apparently you aren't. We are done!"
"Reid, please" Morgan began.
Reid held up a hand. "I don't want to hear it, Morgan. I gave you my trust and you broke it. I'll never trust you again" and with that he turned and walked away.
"Reid, wait, please just let me explain!" Morgan called out to him.
Reid didn't answer and kept walking.
Morgan hung his head and walked into the offices of the FBI.
He went to his desk and intended to write up his reports, but instead sat down in his chair and put his head in his hands.
He had really done it now.
This was where Garcia found him 30 minutes later.
"Morgan?" she asked, walking into the bullpen.
"Hotch called me to let me know you guys had gotten back. How long have you been sitting there…and why didn't you call me when you got back?"
Morgan shrugged.
"Morgan…what's going on?" she asked, concerned.
Morgan sighed and sat up. "Nothing, babygirl, I'm just tired."
He got up and grabbed the files he needed to finish and his go bag.
"I'm gonna go home." He kissed her on the cheek and left, leaving her standing there confused.
Morgan got into his SUV and called Reid, not surprised that it went straight to voicemail.
He took a deep breath.
"Reid, I know you're mad at me. Please, just let me explain."
Hanging up the phone, he drove…but he didn't go home.
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Reid got off at his stop and began the walk home to his apartment.
He only lived a block from the station, and he appreciated the solitude at the moment.
He was still seething mad at Morgan, but underneath it all, was the hurt.
His best friend had betrayed his trust.
And that hurt the most.
Reaching his apartment, he walked in, shut the door and locked it, and slid down the wall.
He just sat there, in shock, for God knows how long.
When his phone rang, and he noticed that it was Morgan calling, he threw his phone across the room.
Scrubbing his face with his hands, Reid stood up, resigned.
Briefly, he wished for the Dilaudid-, but just as quickly, he put the thought away.
Now wasn't the time to go back.
Now was the time to move forward.
Remembering that it was Wednesday, Reid looked at the time.
10 o'clock.
He had about 7 hours before he had to leave for his Narcotics Anonymous meeting.
Nodding his head slightly, he decided to get some sleep.
He took off his shoes, put his service weapon away, and lay down on his bead, pulling the covers out from under him.
Not even bothering to take off his watch, let alone change his clothes, Reid pulled the covers up to his chin and fell asleep almost instantly.
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Morgan pulled up to a two-story brownstone with boarded windows.
He had just started work on it the month before and the place was in bad shape.
The place was locked up tight, so he had left his tools inside.
Thankfully. He really didn't want to go home right now.
Getting out of his SUV, he headed up to the house, unlocked the front door, and stepped inside.
Walking over to the room where he had stored his tools, Morgan grabbed his sledgehammer.
With his state of mind being what it was, he didn't want to do any delicate work and then screw it up, so he decided on demolishing one of the non-structural walls that needed to be removed.
It was hot, sweaty work and it let Morgan think as he worked.
A few hours later, Morgan was exhausted, but just as troubled as when he started.
He needed to talk to Reid.
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Reid was in the middle of a deep slumber when he heard someone banging on his front door.
Groaning, he sat up and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes.
He was almost to the door when he heard Morgan's voice.
"Reid, open up! I know you're in there!"
Reid groaned again. Morgan had a key to his place and he could and would use it if Reid didn't open the door.
"Reid!" Morgan yelled again, rapping his knuckles against the door.
Reid reluctantly opened the door.
"What do you want Morgan?" Reid asked, clearly annoyed and still angry.
Morgan shouldered past Reid into the apartment. "I want you to listen."
"Listen to what, Morgan? Listen to you rationalize why you broke my trust? What could you possibly have to say that I would even remotely want to hear?" Reid spat out.
"Shut up, Reid" Morgan said calmly.
"Excuse me?" Reid asked, taken aback.
"I'm going to say my piece and then you can tell me to leave and spew as many insults you want at me, but you will hear what I have to say."
"Fine." Reid shut the door, locked it and turned to face Morgan with his arms crossed.
"I'm waiting" he said impatiently, gesturing for Morgan to begin.
"I didn't come out and tell Hotch that you were a drug addict" Morgan said.
Reid opened his mouth to say something, but Morgan helped up a hand. "No, Reid. You're going to hear me out. No interruptions."
"You remember the Sunday before we came back to work? You had felt fine all day, and then you got sick again?" Morgan asked.
When Reid nodded, Morgan continued. "Well when the doorbell rang, it wasn't the pizza guy at the door. It was Hotch."
Reid looked shocked. "I invited him in and he asked where you were. I took him into the living room and you weren't in there. Then we heard the sound of someone throwing up in the bathroom."
Reid's eyes closed at the realization. Morgan nodded. "Yeah, you guessed it. He came to the bathroom door and he saw and heard what went on. Once I got you back to your room, he came right out and asked me how long you had been addicted."
Reid's eyes flashed open. "He told me his dad was a drunk, and he had recognized the signs of withdrawal in you."
Morgan stopped talking, and gestured for Reid to speak, but all Reid could do was put a hand over his mouth.
When Reid finally spoke, all he could manage to get out was "Oh my God."
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