Title: Vials

Rating: PG-13

Characters: Morgan and Reid

Warnings: Implications of drug abuse

Summary: Spencer's life starts to spiral out of his control.

Disclaimer: The only thing of Criminal Minds that I own is the first four seasons on DVD.

A/N: This just came to me, it really is short, sorry. I want to write more and have several things in the works but I haven't really had the inspiration to write lately. Hopefully I will finish something I am working on and post it. Until then, here is just a small something. As always, reviews are welcome and appreciated.

Spencer Reid was so tired. His life was tumbling out of control and he could find no way to stop it. He reached down and grabbed a hold of his bag, hand slipping into the concealed front pocket. His fingers found the icy sides of the small glass vials they had been searching for, he let out a breath of relief and pulled his hand away before anyone noticed his odd behavior.

The rational part of Reid's brain told him he needed to throw the damned drugs away, to wash them down the drain, to break them on the pavement, to just be rid of them, not keeping holding on to them like a security blanket. The other part, the part he really didn't want to admit existed, wanted to feel; that part wanted to unlock and relive memories from his past, good or bad. That part of him just wanted to escape. He pushed it down, he only had the vials as a reminder, of what he still wasn't quite sure himself, but he would never use them.

Reid shook his head to clear it of thoughts pertaining to the hidden contents of his bag. He set his bag back on the floor and turned to an open case file on his desk; it had just come in, he opened it and pictures spilled out, girls laying on leaves, they appeared to be sleeping, but Reid knew better. His throat tightened and his mind flashed to an unexpected knock to his head, falling in dead leaves, a suddenly sinister face above his own, a dark cabin in the woods, his nose was suddenly filled with the scent of burning fish livers, his foot suddenly stung with phantom pain; his hand jumped down to gather his bag automatically. He slung it over his shoulder and rushed off down towards the bathroom, his only thought- the tiny vials tucked away in his bag.

Across the bullpen, Derek Morgan watched Reid's strange behavior with worry in his eyes. His grip tightened on his own case file when Reid jumped up and rushed in the direction of the restroom.

Morgan waited until Reid's form disappeared before moving over to see what had spooked him and sent him rushing to the bathroom. He took one glance at the photos still scattered on Reid's desk before casting his eyes skyward for a brief second and sending a silent prayer to someone he wasn't sure of anymore. He hastily pushed the photos back in the folder and shut it. He turned and quickly followed Reid's path to the bathroom, suddenly afraid of what he would find there.