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After ten minutes of sobbing, Hotch couldn't take it anymore. He walked in the bathroom to a crying Spencer. He was on the floor and didn't show any sign of acknowledgement of Hotch in his presence. The moment he noticed another one there, Spencer jumped and closed his eyes.
"What do you want?" He mumbled into his arms. Right then, it was the only thing shielding him from any danger that may lay there where he could see. If he couldn't see anything, he wouldn't be able to see Adam and or Amanda. Not to mention Tobias, but he wasn't really all that bad, still enough to send shivers down your spine, but not the gut wrenching pain in the fear of seeing Amanda murdering an already lost one.
"I just wanted to check on you. There's one thing I do know.'' He took hold of Spencer's chin and forced him gently to look him in the eye. "You will be alright. I'm not just saying that. I'll help you. It's just PTSD, not Schizophrenia. I promise you it's not..." Spencer forced his head away.
"Don't promise that. I remember... promising my mom she'd be alright, and that it wasn't Schizophrenia. She asked me, since I was really smart around that field of intellegence. She said: 'What's going to happen, Spencer? I'm not getting sick am I?' and..." He flinched at his words. "I said: 'No, Mom, I PROMISE it's not that. I swear you'll be fine'." He started to sob again.
"Spencer, you didn't know. You were trying not to worry her. You'd never do something like that on purpose or for worse. Don't try to think that you did something terribly wrong. You didn't."
"I know that... but. Still, I don't want you promising that." Hotch nodded.
"Let's go back out there... we need to talk." Reid got up and followed Hotch to the kitchen. They both sat down. "Okay, you'll be on leave for three months to deal with the gun shot wound, and to deal with the traumatic event. Then you'll be allowed to take a psych eval to determine whether or not you're ready to come back. I'll be excused from work for two weeks, that's it, so in that time, I'll help you with things." Reid nodded. It was going to be torture stuck with Hotch.
One Week Later:
Reid could walk around without any pain, so he stopped taking the pain killers. Hotch was happy they'd made it past that dangerous stage, and now Reid could almost be by himself and not get himself hurt, but Hotch still wanted to stay with him an extra week to make sure he was alright.
Another Week Later:
Reid stopped seeing Amanda/Adam and Tobias, like Hotch predicted. He was really happy he wasn't inheriting Schizophrenia. He was going home and the rest of the team went to a club with him to celebrate. They had all promised to visit him often.
Reid went home and put his things away. He laid down in his bed and fell asleep.
He soon woke to a noise in his bathroom. He got up and reluctantly walked, carrying his gun. Once he opened the bathroom door and turned the light on, he saw the same familiar figure there. He shot.
'BANG! BANG! BANG!' The gun fired. Amanda fell to the ground with a loud thud. The blood and body seemed to fload in mid air, about Reid's height and threw itself at him. He ran, but the body followed, dripping the blood along with it. He fell through his door and tripped down the steps. The body fell down on him. He started crying and screaming. He closed his eyes, but when he opened them, he was in his bed. He was so scared. He didn't want to get out from under the covers, so he quickly grabbed his phone and called Hotch.
FIN
A/N: eh, this fic was just dying to be finished. I didn't like it, but eh. This turned out to be an epilogue. I was just going to make it out to be Spencer actually having Schizophrenia, but that would mean most likely continuing it. So, I hope you liked it.
