Title: You Broke My Bones
Rating: T
Summary: The BAU becomes too much for Reid to handle. But his old and current jobs are bound to collide.
Previously: Reid left the BAU, a victim brings the BAU to the hospital, Reid meets his new teacher, Hotch is shot, Reid discovers he's dating his replacement and Reid is attacked
This Chapter: FLASHBACK- Reid's teacher confides in him again with consequences- FLASHBACK
Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds but I own the plot for this story and any OCs
Status: In-Progress
Chapter: 10. Minutes and Bookstores
Note: Thanks for the reviews. There's a bit of swearing in this chapter, so if you don't like that, just skip through those bits.

He wasn't even supposed to be there that day.

It had been his day off. He was supposed to be relaxing at home, maybe going to the coffee shop. But, of course, he couldn't resist going into the bookstore.

He laughs at it now. He couldn't resist going to one of the bookstores, a new one, with a café built into it. He couldn't help but pull an obscure shiny medical book off the shelf and settle down at one of the little tables with a steamy cup of coffee, three parts sugar, one coffee. It only took him eighteen and a half minutes to read the whole thing, which he was sure surprised the lady behind the counter, whom had glanced at him every five or so minutes since he'd wandered into the store. He'd purchased the book of course, despite having read and memorised it in those eighteen and a half minutes. He wanted to show it to her, discuss it with her. He wanted to prove he could be her equal.

So, twenty five and a half minutes since he first stepped into the bookshop, he stepped out, his intended destination clear in his mind.

Fifteen minutes later he found himself knocking on the wooden door, and he found his eyes drifting to his feet. He stood there for thirty seconds, only half a minute, before her voice reached his ears and he stepped in, pushing down on the handle and pushing the door forward. A smile lit up her face as she saw him, glancing up from her pile of books, pushing a lock of brown hair out of her face.

"Hey," she greeted, slipping her books into her shoulder bag. "What brings you here?" She asked. He shrugged, before retrieving the book from his satchel bag.

"Thought you might like this." He said, walking over and handing it to her, before following her lead and sitting on the stage to her right. She studied the cover for a few seconds, before flipping it over and studying the back.

"Medical textbooks are extensive." She said, obviously noticed he'd removed the price sticker.

"I got a good severance pay." He shrugged. She studied his face carefully as he glanced at his feet.

"You worked for the FBI," she said. He nodded. "I doubt you got a good severance pay." He smiled and she frowned slightly, a puzzled look on her face.

"You know the thing I love about you?" He laughed. "You don't just accept people's answers. You ask more questions, push deeper. But not enough that anybody gets hurt. You make people look at themselves, make them ask either they've given themself the right answer," he shrugged again. "It's an admirable quality," he looked up from his shoes to look her in the eye. "Did you leave him? It's the end of the week." She licked her lips, looking away from him. He frowned as she stood, climbing up on the stage and walking toward the corner of the stage. She returned a few minutes later, two black duffle bags in hand. She dumped them on the stage next to the podium.

"Yep," she said, climbing back down to sit next to him. "I left. That's my stuff." He stood, standing to her left and glanced between her and her bags.

"That's your stuff? All of it?" He asked, disbelief clear in his voice.

"I took the essentials. I didn't want him to notice I was gone for as long as possible." She replied.

"Smart idea," He nodded. She grinned, before standing and standing next to him. He glanced sideways at her. "What?" He asked, noticing her giving him a weird look.

"You said "that's what I love about you," he glanced down at his feet as she turned him around, his back facing the stage. "I love you too." She whispered, her mouth on his ear. She moved toward him and he placed his left hand on her waist as her lips met hers.

"You whore!" She spun around, her chest heaving at the familiar voice. "Were you with him the whole time?" He realised she had protectively rushed him back, and from the corner of his eye he noticed her put a protective hand on her stomach.

"I take it this is him?" He whispered out of the corner of his mouth. Her eyes flickered to his.

"Yeah," she replied. "Obviously my plan didn't work." If it were under different circumstances, he would've laughed.

"You were with him the entire time? That rake?" Reid successfully resisted smiling. "I'll kill you!" Reid stepped forward, pushing her behind him. The man stopped short, a few metres.

"I'm a federal agent," He said firmly. "Take one more step and I'll arrest you for assault," He faltered.

"This isn't over." He growled. Reid took a step forward.

"Yes it is. You walk out of that door and never come back. If you do, I'll have you arrested for assault and harassment," he licked his lips. "You ever try and contact her or anyone she knows and I'll have you arrested. Do you understand?" His eyes narrowed, before he turned around and strode toward the door, slamming it shut behind him. "Are you okay?" He asked, spinning around to face her. She nodded, but the expression on her face told him otherwise.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, as he pulled her into a hug. "I can't believe he came here." He put a hand on the back of her head and pulled her close, her body shaking with sobs against his.

"Ssh," he whispered into her hair. "Ssh. It's okay."

After a few minutes in that position she slowly pulled away. Her eyes were red and puffy and she reached up and pushed her brown hair out of her face. She laughed and he frowned.

"Come on, let's get something to eat." She grabbed his hand, before reaching over and picking up her duffle bags with her free hand.

"I can carry that," he said, taking the bags from her and swinging them over his shoulder. "Why are we getting something to eat?" He asked, as she led him toward the door.

"Because. It only just occurred to me how skinny you actually are." He laughed and bit his bottom lip as she opened the door.

"I'm not skinny." he said defensively.

"I'm still going to feed you." She glanced up at him and, their eyes met again, she placed his arm around her shoulders. He kissed the top of her forehead as they left the room, closing the door behind them.