Hey everyone, here is a new story for you all. Please read the one shot I did called Valentine's day as this is the sequel to it. I've had plans for a while to do this and I decided to start it now that I've finished another story. Enjoy and I look forward to hearing what you all think.

WARNING:- This story features attempted suicide, talks of suicide, talk of drug abuse and dark themes. If I choose to do other things later in the story, I'll give you warnings about that too. I sometimes change the direction of my stories but I'll let you know about the content if I do.

Set during season 9

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All mistakes are my own

Rossi brought Reid into his house and decided it was best to settle him in one of the guest rooms. He worried about the young man deeply and had for a very long time. Over the years, he had grown close to Reid and had come to see him as a son. Opening the door, he helped Reid in and sat him down on the bed. Reid clutched the book Maeve had given to him tightly but still remained silent. Rossi grabbed a nearby chair and settled himself in front of Reid. "Talking about what you're feeling helps, Reid."

"No, it doesn't. Talking about it makes everything hurt more," Reid said quietly. "Everyone is going to hate me now."

"Why would you think that?" Rossi frowned.

"You're all going to think of me as nothing but an addict. Rossi, the drugs make the pain go away and I can't take much more of this pain. My life has been nothing but pain after pain and each time cuts deeper than the last time."

"No, it hasn't and you know that," Rossi shook his head. "You've had a loving family around you since you started at the BAU."

Reid said something under his breath that Rossi wasn't able to hear. "Reid, what did you say?"

"Nothing," Reid bit his lip before turning his head to stare at the pillow. "I'm tired and I just want to sleep."

Rossi was in no way ready to let go of Reid's problems but knew he had to let him sleep. The dark circles under his eyes were worryingly dark and seemed to be getting darker with each passing day. "We'll talk tomorrow. Let's get you into bed."

Rossi rose up from his chair and pushed the covers away on the bed. Reid slipped off his shoes and laid down on the pillow. It worried Rossi that Reid wasn't protesting at being treated like a child being tucked into bed. He placed the covers back over Reid and noticed that he was holding the book close to his chest. "Reid, just call if you need anything. Try get some sleep."

Rossi decided to turn on the dim lamp next to the bed and turn off the big light. "I'll see you in the morning, kiddo."

Reid gasped as he shot up from the bed and tried to control his fast paced breathing as he tried to separate himself from the horror of his nightmare. He brought his knees up and leaned his head against them as a sob escaped through his lips. In his nightmare, Maeve had been screaming at him with blood pouring out of the hole through her head. She had screamed that it was his fault she was dead and that he would only get everyone around him killed.

Something inside of him broke as he thought about everything that had happened in his life and how much pain he had caused for people. He thought about Tobias and the fact that he had died without ever seeing his mother again. Reid had looked her up and found her alive and happy with a new husband and family. He had driven Gideon away by not supporting him enough. He should have been able to prevent him leaving. There was so much more and he couldn't bear the pain any more. Even his mother hated him. Her recent phone call had driven him into even deeper hatred of himself after she had screamed that it was his fault that she was in there and that he wasn't her son.

Rising off from the bed, he made his way to the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror and loathed what he saw. Maeve was right to hate him for getting her killed and everyone on the team secretly knew it was all his fault. Opening the cabinet, he found a razor blade and broke away the plastic that surrounded it.

Rossi let out a small huff of frustration at the fact that he couldn't sleep. He threw away the duvet over him and made his way out of the room and down the hall to Reid's room. He opened the door and frowned when he didn't see the young man in bed. A small sliver of light came from under the bathroom door.

"Reid, are you okay?" he called but received no answer.

Rushing to the bathroom door, he attempted to open it but found it locked. "Reid, answer me and open this door!"

Rossi stepped back and quickly hit himself against the door. It took two attempts before the lock broke and when he stumbled in, his eyes widened at the horrific scene in front of him. Laying in the bathtub, his wrist covered in blood, was Reid.

"No, no, no," Rossi repeated in panic as he quickly grabbed Reid and dragged him from the bathtub. "Oh, kiddo. Why? Why would you do this?!"

Ripping off two towels from the rack, he rushed to tie them around Reid's bleeding wrists and could already see the dangerous amount of blood that he had lost. Summoning strength he never knew he had, he brought Reid into his arms and struggled to get him down the stairs and into the car. Grabbing his keys as he rushed back in, he knew he had to rush to the hospital before it was too late. He knew an ambulance wouldn't arrive in time.

Rossi picked up the hospital phone that the nurses had authorised him to use and dialled Hotch's number. The doctors had rushed Reid away from him and he still didn't know anything other than the doctors were doing everything that they could do to save his life. He struggled with the growing pain of failure as it came through him. He had promised to look after Reid and he thought he had managed to talk Reid in a safe direction for the night.

A groggy Hotch answered the phone. "Hello."

"You need to come to the hospital," Rossi said shakily. "Reid was having a bad time earlier this evening. He, um, almost took some drugs but Morgan stopped him after Reid had called him. I think Reid was calling out for help in a way. I came down and talked to him. It's valentine's day and Maeve's death has really affected him. I brought him home and I thought he was in a safe mind set for the night. Hotch, he cut his wrists and tried to kill himself in my bathroom."

"I'll be there right away. Is he- Is he still alive?" Hotch questioned as the rustling of someone rushing to get ready came down the line.

"They took him away about an hour ago and I haven't heard anything from them since. I know I should have called sooner but I-I'm in a little shock here."

"I'll call the others," Hotch said. "They deserve to know and he's going to need all the help he can get."

Hotch walked into the ER and immediately saw Rossi in the waiting area. "Any news?"

"No," Rossi shook his head. "Hotch, there was so much blood already and I got him here as fast as I could. I don't know if I was too late."

Hotch took in the blood stains on Rossi's shirt and trousers and the fact he was only wearing socks. "Rossi, this wasn't your fault."

"I should have stayed with him through the night," Rossi shook his head before he looked up at the sound of Morgan rushing towards them.

"Is he okay?" Morgan demanded. "Is he even alive?"

"The doctors are still working on him," Rossi informed him.

"What the hell happened?" Morgan snapped at Rossi. "You said you would take care of him!"

"Morgan, that is enough," Hotch shouted. "This is no-one's fault. Rossi thought that Reid was in a safe enough mind set for the night. He had no idea that Reid would do this."

"He said he was just going to get some sleep," Rossi said numbly.

"Let's all have a seat," Hotch said as he tried to remain calm, even though inside he was searching and wondering if he should have noticed something troubling with Reid's behaviour. "We need to remain calm and wait for the doctor to come out. Rossi, you're in shock too. You need to sit down."

Four hours later

Rossi looked around at the rest of the group to see at least one of them holding someone else's hand. He couldn't though. He just wanted to hold Reid's hand and tell him that everything was going to be okay. The young man whom he had come to see as a son had tried to take his life and Rossi struggled with thought of losing him. A young doctor walked into the waiting room. "Spencer Reid's family."

"Here," Rossi said immediately as he stood up. "Is he okay?"

"It was a close call and we had to restart his heart but he's going to be okay. He lost a dangerous amount of blood and you got him to us in the nick of time. The wounds were deep but it seems his hand was shaking when made the first cut and that saved his life. He only nicked the artery in his arm which meant he didn't bleed out as fast as he could have. He didn't cut deep enough on his other arm but he still cut deep enough for it to be life threatening. He's being given transfusions till his levels come back up but he will be incredibly weak for a while. We're going to have to place him under suicide watch and into psychiatric care when he's able."

"You can't do that," Rossi said as he stepped forward. "It will do more harm than good. I'll take care of him upon his release."

"You're willing to have him signed out under your care," the doctor confirmed.

"I am," Rossi answered immediately. "When can we see him?"

"You can all see him briefly now but then you'll have to leave. I can authorise one of you to stay with him at a time. I think it would be better for him if family were close by. Come with me."

They all followed the doctor to Reid's room and braced themselves for what they were going to see. Rossi was the first to step into the room. He walked over to the bed to find Reid's wrist and lower arms covered in bandages. IV's were connected to him along with a tube transfusing blood into his body. Garcia walked to the other side of the bed and leaned down to kiss Reid's forehead. "Oh, why would you want to leave us, baby boy?"

"I'm sorry," Morgan shook his head quickly. "I can't."

Morgan rushed out of the room before any of them could say anything. Blake took one look at Reid and let out a shaky breath. "I'll go and make sure he's okay."

"I don't understand why he would want to leave us. He's got Henry and Henry loves his godfather," JJ cried gently before hitting the bed. "WHY DID YOU DO IT?!"

Hotch quickly put his arm around JJ and led her out of the room as she leaned against him and let out deep sob.

"He's too young to die," Garcia sniffed as tears streamed down her cheeks. "He's so pale and I don't understand why he did this to himself. I mean, we love him and we always will. I know times have been hard but he knew that we were here for him."

Garcia rushed to Rossi's side and wrapped her arms around him. "I'm sorry you had to see him like that."

Rossi wrapped his arms around her and leaned his chin on her shoulder as he felt everything catch up with him. He would never forget seeing Reid surrounded by so much blood or forget the fear that had ruled over him as he rushed Reid to the hospital. "I thought I had lost him."

"We didn't," Garcia whispered as she came away from hug. "He's just a little lost. We're going to help him find his way again.

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