A/N: This one goes out to several people who asked for any Reid whump. Short little thing with Reid shooting up and an unexpected visitor.
He didn't drink. There were many reasons why; one, he hated the taste, for some reason the flavor just never appealed to him. He didn't mind things like wine but anything stronger he just couldn't swallow. The second reason was something that continued to haunt him. When Spencer was a junior in college he went to one party and was slipped jack in his coke. Nothing was worse than the feeling of having no control over your body, except for not knowing why you didn't have control. Reid knew that even if he didn't have an eidetic memory he would never forget the feeling as every drink made him increasingly confused. The next morning he was feeling sick to his stomach, and felt like an elephant was sitting on his head. Even more strange was how he was only wearing a pair of boxers.
No, he didn't drink. What he did was much worse. Drinking was legal, everyone did it; drugs weren't. Reid tilted his head back as the needle slipped easily into his skin. He wanted. He craved. He needed. The rush of inserting the needle was almost enough to send him into a delirious state but nothing was as good as the feeling of the drug flowing through his veins. He didn't have to inject it; there were other ways to take his drug. It seemed that nothing was as good as the original; nothing made him feel the same.
He brought a shaking hand to the top of the syringe and slowly began to push down. He closed his eyes and let the dilaudid take control. The moment the powerful opiate mixed in with his blood he felt his body relax. He waited before he began to slowly inject the rest. Spencer liked to take it slowly, it made it last longer.
"Reid?" a voice interrupted his thoughts and his head shot up. There wasn't supposed to be anyone here. Why was someone here? Reid froze, unsure of what he should do. He had already injected half the liquid but the rest still remained in the syringe. He barely had time to pull the needle out before Derek Morgan burst open the door.
He couldn't dispose of the evidence in time, but he didn't know if he wanted to. A secret part of him had been hoping one day he would be caught. That one day the right person would burst open his bathroom door and see the mess that his life had become. Regardless he knew he had to at least get the stick out of his arm, seeing it in him would be too much for Derek to handle.
"What the hell man?" Morgan threw his hands in the air as he looked at the sickening picture in front of him. Spencer Reid was curled up on his bathroom floor. A bottle of dilaudid rolled sideways on the floor and a half empty syringe sat next to him.
It didn't take long before Spencer broke down in tears. His body heaved as he was unable to control his emotions. He shook both from the drugs and from fear.
"I'm going to help you Kid, okay? We'll work through this together." He collapsed next to Reid and pulled the boy up to his chest. Reid was limp in his embrace as he continued to wail. Derek took one hand and rubbed small circles on Spencer's back and with his shoe he pushed the drugs as far away as possible.
"I didn't want to become like this." Reid said as he tried to get ahold of himself. He wanted the tears to stop but they refused. It was probably the drugs; they always made him extremely emotional.
"I know." Was all Derek said.
"I don't want him to win." Reid was itching to just pick up the syringe and inject the rest of the morphine like drug. There was just enough for him to get wrapped up in a delusional dream. It was the perfect escape.
"I know." Morgan repeated.
"It's just that, there's so much guilt." Tears fell from the young boy's eyes and made watery stains on Derek's grey shirt.
"Guilt? What do you have to be guilty about?" he asked sounding shocked. Reid didn't see why he was surprised; it seemed so obvious to him.
"I killed the wrong person. Tobias Hankle saved me, and that's the man who I shot." He was trying to explain but watched as Derek's face became more puzzled.
"Reid, you can't blame yourself for that."
"I know." He was silent for a few moments, "But I do."
"Kid, you've been to hell and back. You have single handedly experienced more horrors than half of the FBI combined. It's only natural that you want to escape it from time to time but drugs aren't the answer. We'll get you help, I'll go to support groups with you, we can figure this out. I promise." Reid nodded and smiled because he knew that Derek Morgan never broke promises. For the first time in a long time Reid realized that he would be okay.
A/N: Thoughts? : )