So...this story has kicked my ass.
On one side of my mind, the story's screaming "GO ON! Make Reid a drug addict again. Let him use. Discover the dark side of Reid."
On the other side, there's the "You probably shouldn't go that deep, you walking on tightropes and all- pretty sure you'll fall into that inky darkness that you won't be able to shake by yourself."
Remember Key, you have a dark side too. Not always the best idea to go prodding a sleeping giant.
So keeping that in mind- sorry for the delay- it's just, not everything goes according to plan...not that many people are holding their breathes...
I'll...shut up now.
Reid, review, enjoy if you can.
p.s.:I own nothing
Her breath is hot against the hackles of his neck as he startles at the buzz of the door. He shakes off his nervousness, but Prentiss is still there, clinging to him like a hellish nightmare.
His bones creak with weariness that seeps to his very core as he makes his way to the door, not without grabbing his wallet from the table's edge.
Reid's mouth twists in a grim smile as he stares at the image on the monitor beside his door. Blank's dressed as a delivery boy, cartons from Heavenly Palace. Reid barks out a sad laugh as he buzzes Blank up.
He admires as Blank's almost graceful movements bring him from the lobby to his door.
They've been here so many times before.
Reid's fingers tremble as he unlatches the door; Prentiss hisses in his ear. He shivers as the bolt lock clicks; slick fingers gripping the handle with mix of anticipation and fear.
Does he really want to go back down this route?
There's so much pain-he just wants to escape for a little while. That's all he need is a little while to get his thoughts together.
The door swings open, creaking on it's hinges. Blank stands in the door way, enigmatic grin set on his, lips.
"Well, this is a surprise,doc." White teeth blaze; glassy green eyes search Reid's face as Reid's muscles twitch. How in the hell did he end up here?
Reid says nothing, instead holding out the money.
Blank snorts-
"Alright then. One trip to China, hold the chopsticks." Blank shoves the bag into Reid's hands; lips contort to an empty grin. The vial feels so heavy as Blank takes the money from his hand.
Reid's stomach is queasy with shame.
It's one and done-
He lies to himself as Blank studies the bills- eyes dark green; glossy; dead.
"Well, doc-" teeth. His voice rising as if ready to tell a joke. This is all a tired joke- as he creases the money, eyes meeting Spencer's.
"Pleasure doin' business with ya." A cruel smile splays on his lips as he extends a hand towards Reid.
Reid's mouth twitches as he tucks his arms around him, plastic bag rustling in the all unnerving quiet space between them. He shivers.
"Awe, spoil sport." Blank tucks the money into his back pocket.
He turns on his heel, slipping out the door, the dead bolt echoing hollow in Reid's ear.
You forgot to take the poison with you. He doesn't need this. He shouldn't...
Shut up. You left me. I need to dull the pain.
Prentiss bows her head, sinking into the shadowy corner of his mind again.
He just wants to remember what it's like to forget.
A/N: anyone else wondering when Morgan's going to show his gorgeous face?
I mean this is a Reid and Morgan story with potential (oh, who am I kidding, it's going to be slash) content.
Soon my darlings...very soon.
Thank you for putting up with me.
Just trying to gather my thoughts...I'll be with you guys soon for an update.