A/N: Dun dunnn... Guess what finally happens in this chapter!

I padded toward the kitchen when I finally realized there was no hope of falling asleep for forever. It took me half an hour to come to this conclusion but it was still 7 o-clock when I decided to get up.

I could hear Dr. Reid walking around, clattering dishes as he made coffee. I figured it was better to just get the talk over with before Angie woke up.

He looked up when he heard me coming. "Morning." He said conversationally. "Morning." I said. I settled myself back against the counter and watched him. "Would you like some coffee?" He asked. "Yeah."

He poured me a mug and gave it to me. "So are you going to give me something I can tell social services so that we can get you officially removed from that place?" He asked innocently.

I shrugged. He poured himself a mug and mirrored my stance of leaning against the counter. "How do I know I can trust you? What if you screw me and social services sends me right back there?" I said, feeling pissy. He sipped his coffee and looked unconcerned at my lack of faith in him.

"Sometimes you just have to trust people."

"Who said that?" I asked, expecting him to just say himself.

"Thirteen on House MD." I had nothing to say to that. "You can say it to Hotch or you say it me. Your choice."

"At least Hotch isn't a fucking alcoholic." I muttered off-handedly. My Dad was an alcoholic. My mom was addicted to pills. I don't care about that, but they at the very least didn't hide it if that could ever be a good thing. Dr. Reid went silent.

"What?" I refused to meet his eyes even as they bore into the side of my head. I couldn't believe he had the nerve to lie about it directly. He lifted his arm and pointed to the coins.

"Are you talking about those?" He asked. I nodded. "I'm not an alcoholic." He said softly. I gave a short burst of laughter.

"No? Did you buy those coins on E-bay?" He bowed his head and scratched at it. He looked incredibly uncomfortable and I relished in it.

"I'm not addicted to alcohol, I'm addicted to Dilaudid." I was genuinely taken aback. "What is that?"

"It's like Heroin." He said. I gripped the counter a little harder. I wanted to say something, to do something, but I couldn't breath. FBI agents aren't into Heroin. But he told me. He could have lied. He could have told me anything else and it wouldn't have seemed so bad. But he told me the truth, I just knew it.

"You should have told me." I said finally. Dr. Reid shrugged and his foot began to tap up and down. "I'm not exactly proud of it." He said. "But you hung those coins on the wall." He turned his back on me and walked a few steps away.

"They're a reminder for myself, not for anyone else. It's a reminder of hard it is to be clean." I shook my head, unable to process what he was telling me. This wasn't happening. I had trusted him to some extent but now he seemed just as unstable as the clients my dad hooked me up with. I walked away, leaving him still staring at the wall.

I came back into the living room an hour later. I had done some thinking. I sat down beside the bed and stroked Angie's hair as she slept. I trusted Dr. Reid enough to bring my little sister here even when I thought he was an alcoholic and hadn't told me. That had to say something about who he was now. He had helped me get through an impossible week even if he hadn't realized it at the time. Everyone has skeletons in their closet. If I can't trust Dr. Reid, then I can't trust anybody.

Dr. Reid looked up as I emerged from the hall. He was packing his briefcase for work. I saw shame in his eyes. Now I felt terrible for making him think that he should be ashamed.

"I'm sorry, Dr. Reid." I said. It felt weird to say. It was odd that I could have enough of an impact on him to even justify the need to apologize. The corner of his mouth tugged up.

"I don't think I've ever said this, but don't call me doctor. Just Reid." The corners of my own mouth pulled up and I began to get ready to go to the FBI. I had some explaining to do.

I stared at the floor of the same interrogation room I had been in the first time I went into the FBI office. A social worker sat across from me. "We need to have a plan." She said. "We're going to need to do an investigation-" I rolled my eyes at that, "- but you and your sister will not be forced to return there. Until then you will be placed with an emergency foster family until we can find a better match."

"I don't want to go to another foster home." I said abruptly. Angie and I had been in 2 different foster homes in 2 weeks and now this women wanted to send us to another one. The social worker didn't miss a beat.

"The alternative is to place you in a group home for the time being." I shook my head. I shuddered at the memory of my most recent experience in a group home. There was no way. The social worker looked frustrated.

"I know you don't want to do this again but we have no choice. You currently have no relatives who are prepared to take you in." That was a nice way of saying it. I shook my head again and kept doing it. The woman sighed.

"We'll figure that out later. We need to transport you and your sister to the hospital to be examined first." I kept shaking my head but now tears were collecting in the corners of my eyes. I knew what that meant. I had been 'examined' two weeks ago when my parents had first been arrested. They poked and prodded me and went in the same private places that the 'bad guys' did then apologized profusely while saying that it was necessary. Never again. And they were going to do the same thing to Angie. She ignored my shaking my head.

"I'm going to talk to your sister and then we'll send you on your way." I came to a cold resolution and looked up at her, finally meeting her eyes.

"I need to talk to her before you do. She'll be scared and she won't know what's going on." The woman nodded. "Fine." I marched out of the room confidently and looked around for Angie. Dr. Reid and the rest of his team were nowhere to be seen. I spotted her by the window on a bench and I took her hand.

"We can go now. They're all done talking to us so we need to leave before we get in their way, OK?" I said. Angie looked relieved to finally be allowed to go. She nodded rapidly and let me lead her to the elevator.

A/N: I really liked that chapter so I hope you did too! It was fun to write:) Aren't cliff hangers the best? Pretty please review my fanfiction friends...