A/N A mix up with my chapters. I forgot to put this on fan fiction and ended up putting the chapter after this on. It will be changed, I promise. Sorry about the problem. Little kids messing with you while trying to work isn't the best way to work.
Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds or anything you recognize.
Reid knew he shouldn't have been exited to be back at work, but after sitting in a hospital for a week, he wanted to be back to where he was useful. But, he knew that there were some things he had to take care of before he could anything, and one of those was a psych evaluation. That was the only thing he didn't want to do. Sure, he thought he was mentally stable, but others might not. He sat in the chair and waited for the questions to start pouring in.
"So Dr. Reid, what exactly happened you?" a man said, sitting down in front of him.
"I was kidnapped," Reid said. He knew that details were wanted, but he didn't want to have to relive the experience any more than he had to. He wouldn't let that happen. He would try to hold the pain back, maybe do what Emily did and compartmentalize.
"Let me rephrase this, what happened when you were kidnapped?" the man asked.
Reid was going to do anything he could to avoid that question. "So, you get to know my name, but I don't get to know your name, how nice," he mumbled, just loud enough to where the man in front of him could hear.
"Excuse me. I am Dr. Anthony Pugh, but you can just call me Anthony," he stated.
"Well Anthony, what happened to me is none of your business. Trust when I say this, you should be grateful that I'm not telling you what happened. You may be young, but that doesn't mean you're stronger," Reid said, leaning forward in his chair.
"I've been trained to deal with these things Doctor," Anthony said. He was starting to get a little irritated with Reid.
"Fine, I was tortured in many ways. Now that you know what happened, can I go?" Reid asked.
Anthony sighed. "In what ways were you tortured?" he asked.
"Why do you need to know these personal things? Can't a man have his privacy?" Reid asked. He knew that he would have to tell this guy what happened if he wanted to get back to work, but it was just too painful.
"Dr. Reid, if you don't answer my question now, I'm afraid you won't be able to go back to work," Anthony said in a slightly pissed off tone.
Reid grunted. "An American has no sense of privacy. He does not know what it means. There is no such thing in this country," he muttered. "George Bernard Shaw, you are a genius."
"Dr. Reid, stop playing games with me."
"Fine!" Reid shouted. "I was kidnapped. I was tortured by the man. If I didn't listen to him, he would shock me with an electric collar. Like you might do to a dog! You think that wasn't bad enough? Every hour, he would walk up to me and punch me square in the gut to make sure I couldn't move or escape. I don't know how many times he raped me, and I don't want to know!"
Anthony just stared at the young agent in front of him. "A-And if you were to go on a case and y-you came face-to-face with your target, w-what would you do?" he stuttered. He had a lot of people yell at him, but never were the yells truly filled with rage. Most of them were filled with sorrow at the experience.
"What kind of question is that?" Reid asked in a small rage. "I would do my job and only shoot if necessary."
Anthony just stared at Reid. "W-Well, y-you should be good to go,' he stuttered, before standing up and opening the door to his office.
Reid just nodded his head and left the office. He walked towards the bullpen, and seeing everyone go into the briefing room, he walked in also.
A/N Short chapter. I know. I am really sorry for any quality of that psych evaluation, but I have no idea what goes on in there. Pretend that big chunk that I know was missing was there… Reviews are wonderful!