It's chapter thirteen and I still don't own Criminal Minds nor it's characters. I do own my characters though. Review please.

Chapter Thirteen: Meeting Dr. Lynn

Madison frowned staring up at the receptionist before she turned to face Spencer who was currently flipping through his fourth magazine. She had no idea how she'd let him talk her into this.

Okay so she was lying she did have a slight idea. It was that damn look he'd given her. The puppy dog face. That look could honestly make her knees grow weak, her heart beat faster, and make her want to believe anything he said. Even if he was telling her something about Christmas being in July.

She sighed noticing he was ignoring the dirty look that she was currently giving him. She stared up at the painting on the walls of the waiting room along with the usual horrible waiting room decor. She was currently in the office of Dr. Lynn Campbell much against her will.

She had decided that even though she was being forced to see this women there would be some limits to what she was going to talk about. She'd already decided that she wouldn't talk about the details of what had happened. That really wasn't anyones business but her own. She had already hung up on more than a few reporters that had tried to call her from Florida. They all wanted to get the story about her horrible ordeal and her thoughts on her captors and how she felt about one of them still being on the run.

She wouldn't talk about her childhood either. She honestly didn't think there was anything more pathetic than whining about your childhood to someone. Besides there was people out there who'd probably had far worst childhoods like Spencer for example.

She looked up when a women in what looked to be her late forties early fifties with slightly graying hair opened the door connecting the office to the exam room. The women spoke up sighing "Madison Wright".

She sighed knowing that this was Dr. Campbell. She got up making sure to give Spencer another I don't want to be here look before she followed her back into her office.

She took a seat in the light blue couch that sat directly across from the arm chair behind the desk that Dr. Campbell had settled into. She sighed looking around the office. It was tiny with tons of photos on the desk more than likely of family members.

Dr. Campbell was the first to speak up "I'm Dr. Campbell, but I'd prefer that you call me Dr. Lynn. Why don't you start out by telling me why your seeing me today"?

Madison frowned knowing that she more than likely had the exact reason already. She probably had it written down in her paperwork that she was currently holding up in a clipboard. She already knew that Spencer had told the doctor when he'd gotten her the appointment. She was supposed to be a great crisis counselor or at least thats what Spencer had said.

She spoke up saying the first thing she thought "I don't know. My boyfriend brought me here".

"And why do you think he brought you"? Dr. Lynn stated pushing her thick glasses up on her her very thin face.

"I don't know I guess he's worried. I was kidnapped and you know a few weeks ago, but I guess you already know that". She stated avoiding eye contact.

Dr. Lynn frowned "Well I guess you'd be right about that".

Madison shrugged "I really don't know what to talk about. I know I don't want to talk about what happened though. I don't want to talk about my childhood either. It's a waste of time to talk about it".

"Okay then. Why don't you tell me about yourself". Dr. Lynn stated as she wrote something down.

"I'm twenty five years old. I just moved in with my boyfriend. Were looking for a house right now". She said and she ran her hand through her hair.

"What do you do with your spare time"?

She rolled her eyes slightly seeing that she was writing something else down. "Not very much lately. I've been tired".

"Why do you think you've been tired"?

She frowned seeing her write yet something else down "I can't sleep. I've been having nightmares".

"What have you been having nightmares about"? Dr. Lynn stated looking up from her notes.

"My kidnapping and the rape, but I already said I don't want to talk about it". Madison stated quickly starting to get slightly irritated. How many times did she have to say that she didn't want to talk about it?

"If you don't talk about it how do you expect to ever get past it"? She stated looking up at her

Madison frowned shrugging "I don't know. I just don't like talking about it. It makes me feel sick and anxious".

"I see. Would you be comfortable taking something that would help you feel a little more secure if I prescribed it"? She stated raising her eyebrows.

"Like what"? Madison frowned knowing she didn't want to have to go through the rest of her life medicated

"A pill for the depression and the nightmares. I promise it isn't habit forming, and it'll more than likely help you. I'm not going to force it on you though. I you don't feel comfortable with it thats fine". Dr. Lynn stated giving her a sympathetic look

"Okay I'll try it". She responded

"Okay good. I'll call it in for you and you'll be able to pick it up by tomorrow. I'll want to see you again in a week to see how it's working". Dr. Lynn stated

Madison nodded managing to get up before Dr. Lynn spoke up sighing "Madison why don't you try talking to your boyfriend about all these things. I know it may make you feel awkward, but I think it would help".

She nodded her head just wanting to get out. She managed to make it out to the waiting room noticing Spencer was no longer reading anything. She rolled her eyes knowing he'd more than likely read every magazine they had while she was back there.

She let him hug her and kiss her lightly even though she was still a little aggravated about having to come here.

"Did it go okay"? He stated giving her a worried look as he ran his hands through her hair.

"It was okay I guess. I have to go on some medication to help me sleep and I'm supposed to see her again next week". She replied frowning

"Well thats good I guess. I mean if it helps". He stated sighing. He could admit he felt bad forcing her to see someone that she obviously wasn't happy about seeing. He just wanted to help her somehow.

He frowned running his hand across her cheek "You don't have to see her again if you don't like it".

"I'll think about it". She stated as he took her hand and started to lead her out of the waiting room out of the building and to his car.

She sighed as they finally pulled out of the parking lot. Maybe she'd try to talk to him about everything. What would it hurt to try?