A/N: sorry it took me so long to update, I've been studying for exams and catching up on unsaved work from school (the schools computer didn't save the assignments i turned in) so I'm forced to make it all up even though it was the teacher's fault. KK, won't get internet taken away again yay! Oh, and this may be the last chapter. I know, I know... I don't think this story has enough plot. Maybe if you give me ideas, I can make this story longer. *hint hint, wink wink*
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Reid was sleeping for hours afterwards, for once, without any nightmares, but woke up to Hotch talking to him. It was time for him to go home. He didn't look forward to it because of the nightmares, so he looked for a reason for Hotch or the doctors to keep him there.

"Um... Dr. Reid. It's time for you to go. Just make sure if you feel pain, you take the pain killers I'll prescribe you..."

"No!" Reid said hastily.

"Excuse me?" The doctor asked.

"I don't need them." The doctor looked at Hotch, then at the young doctor again.

"Reid... it'll be fine... right doctor?" He nodded.

"Yes, it's just a small dosage of Vicodin. There's no need to worry." He said as he finished writing the prescription.

Reid sighed. "Hotch, you know I will never take narcotics on my own free will!" Hotch narrowed his eyes.

"Then if you won't take them, they'll be given to you not on your own free will." Reid sighed again. "And I want you staying with me for a week or two."

"What? Why?"

"You just got shot and you won't be able to walk without serious pain. Plus, you'll be taking narcotics and I don't think you should be alone after your little problem you had." Reid looked away and blushed.

"Did you really have to bring that up?" Reid asked with a hint of attitude.

"Well, you asked why, and I told you the truth." The doctor had already walked out of the room to let them argue.

"So you don't trust me." Reid stated.

"Not that at all. The point is, you're either with me, or you're stuck here the whole time of your recovery. Or, you can stay with me."

"Fine!" Reid rolled his eyes.

"Hey, I may not be the boss of you out of work, but I can be. And if I have to, I will."

"Okay!" Hotch shook his head.

"Go get dressed." He put some clothes on his lap and Reid stood. He walked to the bathroom. Once he closed the door, he saw Adam in the mirror, but when he looked back where he'd actually be, he was gone. He looked back in the mirror and Adam was there. Amanda appeared behind him and Reid was too scared to do anything. Amanda slit Adam's throat.

"No!" Reid fell on the ground and started crying.

Hotch opened the door and picked Reid up off the ground and set him on the chair by the shower.

"What happened?" Reid didn't dare look him in the eye. Nor did he want to explain what he saw in fear of being committed to an institution. "Spencer Reid!"

"Amanda slit Adam's throat." Reid sobbed into his hands.

"It's not real. They're gone. It's all in your head. And not like Schizophrenia. You're tired and going through PTSD." Reid nodded.

"Okay, can we just go." Reid stood up and Hotch let him get dressed. ---------------------------------------

Once they were at Hotch's house, he noticed Reid wincing from pain.

"Reid... take one of your pills." Hotch said as he set Reid's bag on the floor.

"Hotch... I don't need one."

"Yes you do. Don't think I won't force you to take one." Reid pouted. Hotch handed it to him, but Reid set it back on the table. "Reid..." Hotch said in a warning tone.

"Hotch..." Reid mocked. Hotch glared at him. "I'm not taking it. You know how hard I've worked to get in two years."

"I know that, but it will not act in your sobriety, Reid. You're not taking this for recreational purposes."

"And neither am I for medical!" Hotch sighed.

"If you don't take it, you'll be on desk duty for three months, I can make sure of that."

"Fine, but if I slip, it's your fault." Reid put the pill in his mouth and reluctantly swallowed. He walked to the bathroom and locked it. He sat on the floor and sobbed. He knew it wasn't going to be pretty once this was all over, because he'd easily get hooked again.

All Spencer Reid could do was hope it wasn't going to go bad, and that he was stronger than cravings.

A/N: Okay, I know it's short, but I couldn't think of anything to write. It's about 80 degrees in my trailer (literally) and I have the stuffiest room in the entire trailer, so yeah. I will post an extra long chappie next time it's not as hot.