Alrighty, this is a lot of need to know info, and yes it is all dialogue and not very touchy feeling with emotions. But without this knowledge you will be thinking WTF? Throughout the rest of the story. Just saying. Alright please enjoy. And also Charlie is going to be in and out of this story since it's all about Reid. He is the focal point while she helps the story to keep revolving around him.

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"That is one crazy mother fucker." Charlie said once Reid finished talking about his experience.

"You're telling me." He said, his voice starting to sound defeated and world weary.

"Alright, down to business," Charlie told him and forced him to look at her, "Let's get rid of your Dilaudid, shall we?" She stood up and he stayed seated.

"Spencer, you seriously do not want this stuff around you! Do you want to become addicted again? Do you want to lose yourself to a drug you were unwilling to take? Look, relapsing isn't fun, it takes you so much longer to get back on track, the withdrawal you feel is so much worse than the first time. Even though you'll forget it will all come back. You can't just do this to yourself!"

"Do you think I care?" Spencer yelled standing up to his full height, "I don't care! Nobody cares! Nobody cared to tell me Emily was alive! So why in hell should I care about this! I want this! I want to forget! I want to get rid of this anger and frustration and hatred that has been plaguing me! I know that Hotch and JJ and Emily, I know they did this to protect her and the team but I just can't forgive them for what they did! I can't!" He was crying by this point, the tears trailing down his face. He wiped at them angrily and Charlie's eyes softened.

"I don't expect you to," She told him softly as she took his hands in her's, "But you don't want this, I may not be a profiler, and I may not have known you for very long, but I know you don't want this."

"I... I do, god I want it so bad but I don't at the same time. It feels like I'm being pulled in different directions." He muttered sniffling a little as his tears still trailed down his face.

"I relapsed twice. Once I got over it by myself, the second time I overdosed and wound up in the hospital. I have never seen my brother or my dad look that worried. I was sent to rehab for that one. The only reason I still have my position and my job is because my dad is General Moscoe of the Marines undercover division and my brother is the captain of my unit. God Reid, you would not be let back into the FBI after this, and they would find out about it. I mean, I couldn't even pull the strings to get you back in and my connections go straight to the head of the FBI."

"You relapsed twice?" He asked in a small voice.

"Yes and it's not fun, so it's definitely not going to happen to you." Reid realized her hands were still holding his so he backed out of the slight embrace.

"So the job?" He asked quietly.

"Why don't we talk about that later and you give me the drugs." She put her hand out expectantly. He stiffly got up and walked to his bedroom to hand over the vial of Dilaudid and the needle. He waited for her to get up and dump the contents out into the sink, but instead she opened the small vial and depressed the contents back into it. Then she broke the needle and threw it out, all the while putting the small vial in her pocket.

"Um, I think to avoid temptation you throw all the contents of the addiction out." Reid told her nervously.

"Yeah but this vial is all a part of my fun little plan that we'll talk about once you've slept some. Off with you, you look like crap." She pushed him n direction of his bedroom.

"If you don't mind, I'll be sleeping on your couch tonight, got any extra blankets?" She asked.

"Uh yeah, down the hall in the linen closet. Why didn't you ask me if I had any more Dilaudid than what I gave you?"

"I trust you, simple as that. Now sleep we have a long couple of weeks... to months to get through..." She smiled and walked off down the hall to get the blankets, leaving Reid stunned.

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The next morning Charlie forced Reid to call in sick. He told her he really needed to work but she insisted, and by insisted she told him she would tackle him if he tried to leave.

"So the plan you said that was so much fun?" Reid asked as they sat down and drank coffee.

"Right, well... I'm going to get you fired from the FBI."

"WHAT?" He exclaimed, choking on his coffee.

"Don't worry, you won't actually be fired, it's just going to be a temporary thing. I'll arrange it with the head of the BAU and that Strauss lady you like to complain about. My dad already wrote up a contract for you and you don't start for four weeks." Charlie lazily commented.

"How are we going to get me fired from the BAU?"

"Well seeing as you were already on the verge of using until I smacked some sense back into you... you're going to be fake using. I'm going to get Strauss to find you 'fake' shooting up and she'll fire you. And anyway, aren't you all like crazy mad at the team, except Morgan, anyway? I don't think it will be hard to act all bitchy and druggy..."

"But I still want the drug, how am I supposed to fake use it when I want to actually use it?" Reid practically screamed. Frustration was leaking out of him. Charlie was making absolutely no sense. Even though he knew he could act like he was on it, but he didn't want to hurt Morgan. Yet at the same time there was an odd urge to hurt Hotch, JJ and Emily for what they did to him. As much as he didn't want to admit it, he wanted some revenge.

"Another thing, you're a weakling."

"Wait what?" He snapped. He hated it when people called him weak. Suddenly Charlie punched him in the arm.

"OW!" Reid complained.

"See? Weak. Not mentally or anything, but physically? Physically you have the strength of a thirteen year old girl, Dr. Reid." Charlie chuckled.

"Thanks." Reid replied sarcastically.

"So what I need to do is build you up, train you to fight, and maybe I'll even teach you how to shoot a gun with your left hand as well as your right hand." Reid's jaw dropped in awe. He'd never be able to do all that, yet when Charlie said it, she made it sound like he could do it easily. Then a thought occurred to him.

"Charlie, what is this undercover operation you want me to go on?"

"Well, I want you to help me infiltrate the house of a mobster in Vegas. We're going to be posing as drug dealers." She told him simply.

"Drug dealers?"

"Yeah, what? Did you think we'd be posing as show girls?" Charlie asked.

"But, you and I are both addicts. Don't you think that being around drugs would be a bad thing?"

"Nope. Look, another part of my training will be what I like to call 'crave management'. You'll learn to hold back your cravings."

"I've held them back for five years and broke now..." Reid muttered under his breath.

"You only did that because you thought your team betrayed you." She said absentmindedly, playing with the coffee mug in front of her. Reid's eyes were downcast as he thought back to what his team; no JJ and Hotch did to him. Every time he thought about it, it hurt; just knowing that they had so little trust in him was unnerving.

"You okay?" he heard Charlie ask. Just as she was about to grab his hand he moved it and stood up.

"I'm going to go take a shower." He said suddenly. She stood up too.

"I don't think that'd be a good idea, seeing as your training starts today."

"I never agreed to do this."

"Oh I'm sorry, Reid, do you want to help me with this?" She questioned sarcastically, impatience showing clearly on her face.

"Yes, anything to get me away from the BAU to get my priorities straight would be nice." He answered quietly. He was slightly shamed at the fact that he actually wanted to leave the BAU, but he needed a break. All the lies and trust issues had stressed him to the point of using, which he still wanted to do a little bit. He watched as Charlie walked away from him and into his bedroom.

"Whoa! Where are you going?" He yelped, self conscious as the fact that she was walking into his slightly messy room.

"You need some loose fitting clothes if you're going to bulk up a bit." His lips turned down into a frown, he hated physical activity. Sadly if that was the price of getting away from his team for a while he'd do it. Plus, as he ran statistics through his mind, a little physical activity never hurt anybody.

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Alright, there's chapter 2. I may need a few suggestions on how to make Reid look like a drug dealer and what he should act like... Any helpful hints?