A/N: Here's the next chapter! Hope you enjoy it... thanks as always for the reviews.

Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds, CBS does! I do own Cameron Mansfield.

Spencer Reid woke up groggy and pale early the next morning. Cameron was wide awake, sitting next to him, staring blankly at the wall.

"Please tell me that this is over." He turned to look at her.

Cameron smiled weakly, "No, I'm afraid you probably have five more days of this fun left."

He frowned and rolled over, burying his face in the pillow.

"Not to worry, the first night is always the hardest." She shook his shoulder, "Come on Spencer. You can't quit now."

"There's no way I can go through five more days of this." He mumbled barely lifting his head off his pillow.

"You feel better now, don't you?" She asked.

He nodded, and sat up. After what he experienced last night, he was surprised by how different he felt this morning. "My legs still hurt."

She bit her lip, "The muscle pain and the insomnia are going to be your biggest symptoms now. Everything else isn't going to be as severe."

He breathed a sigh of relief. He couldn't have imagined going through last night alone.

She stood up and smiled, "Now then, it's time to start getting some food into you. I'm thinking some dry toast for now. Later on, of you feel up to it, I'll make you some homemade soup."

He just looked up at her with puppy-dog eyes. "Do I have to?"

She shook her head teasingly, "I'll just be a minute."

Perhaps it was Reid's intelligence, but Cameron had never met a person who was this much work to entertain. He may have still felt sick, but his energetic personality was on the mend. She personally dragged the television upstairs and after he said "there's nothing on" for the fifth time, drove through the snow and ice to the movie rental store.

"I'm going to pick out my favorite movies and we're going to occupy our time with them. And trust me, they're the best movies ever and you're going to love them."

He shrugged, "Okay."

So they sat side by side on the bed watching the 'best movies ever' and luckily, Reid quickly warmed up to Cameron's style of talking throughout the entire film.

"Peter O'Toole is just….wow. Come on, admit it, you liked this one." Cameron said with a smile.

Reid nodded his head, "Good call, good call. Much better then What's Ne—"

Cameron shook her head, "Stop right there." She smiled coyly. "Okay, what do you say we put the next movie in? Now, which would you rather watch first: the timeless original or off-centered remake?"

"Which one is better?"

"Oh no. You cannot compare the two, it's like comparing pickles and cucumbers, muffins and cupcakes, Canada and the US, like—"

"Aren't they the same movie?" Reid hedged.

Cameron gave a playful frown, "Okay Smarty-pants, they're both amazing."

Reid considered this and then turned to her, "Maybe we should approach it chronologically?"

"Gene Wilder it is."

The next few days went by like this. Nights were the worst part, because they were pretty much sleepless. The daytime was a lot easier, because they were less lonely. As she predicted, the muscle and bone pain were the worst, along with the restless insomnia. When he did sleep he was often interrupted by bad dreams. Cameron would hold his hand and talk him through it. She decided to sleep downstairs on the sofa, but since they hardly ever slept she would often come up and stay with him during the night. He really only slept well with her sitting next to him.

One night after a particularly bad dream and an unexpected episode of vomiting, Cameron tried to take his mind off the pain by asking what the dreams were about. And without a moment's hesitation he told her, he told her that the dreams were evolutions of his kidnapping. That's when the whole story behind his drugs and his depression came front and centre. She listened sympathetically and put her arm around him, she gently kissed the top of his head. "There's nothing to worry about anymore, you're safe."

"I know that it can't hurt me anymore. But he's with me all the time it seems. And now, I can't even get away from him when I sleep. It's like—" He sniffed and looked away.

Cameron took his hand, "But you're going to be alright now, and you have something to fight against. You're— you're just incredibly lucky."

He gave her a look. She shrugged, "You know what I mean: you aren't helpless."

He propped his head on her shoulder, "I don't know if I can go back to the BAU. I don't know how to be the person I used to be."

"Who says you have to be? Change can be a good thing, if you'll let it."

He closer his eyes and took a deep breath, "When is this 'no-sleeping thing' going to end?"

She yawned, "When you feel well again. Addiction isn't just physical, it's psychological, but you'll get there."

He smiled at her, his big brown eyes looking pleased. He hoped things were starting to change, and Cameron was certain of it. She watched him watch the movie and the look on his face made her absurdly happy.

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