"Are you ready?" Someone said extremely close to his face. Reid's eyes shot open and the first thing he noticed was Charlie sitting unnaturally close to him. He quickly scrambled back a safe distance away from her.

"Why are you so close to me!" He exclaimed in a slightly panicked frenzy.

"I'm waking you up, of course." She told him like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Now as I asked before are you ready?"

"For Strauss to find me 'fake' shooting up in the records room? Not at all, I feel so nervous I could throw up." Reid shook his head and got out of bed. Charlie watched him with critical eyes the entire time.

"But it's not like you're actually going to be fired. Plus you'll be going back to the FBI once you're all done with the undercover mission." She said as she stood up and made her way to the kitchen. Today she was wearing plain jeans and a white T-shirt. Reid on the other hand was in sweats and a wife beater, his normal pjs. He stiffly got out of bed and followed her to the kitchen where he found a plate of waffles and some coffee waiting for him.

"You know how to make waffles? Wait since when do I have a waffle maker?" He wondered.

"I bought that waffle maker, and waffles are the only things I know how to cook without burning." She told him as she sat down across from him and took a waffle.

"So what's going to happen once I'm fired?"

"We're going to leave to Las Vegas. There is going to be a private plane waiting for us at the air port and then once were in Vegas we train you a crap load more and get you out dealing." She told him simply after chowing down on her second waffle.

"Um, Reid... time." Charlie said between bites. Reid sharply looked at the clock and noticed that he was going to be later than he had planned.

"Crap!" He exclaimed, jumping up to get dressed.

"Remember to look like a druggie!" She called after him.

As Reid was running out the door Charlie yelled after "Have a good day at work! Get into a bad fight and take drugs then get fired!"

...

Hotch had a bad feeling ever since he walked into the BAU bullpen. Not only was their youngest member late, he was later than he had been ever. It was 11:00am; he was always 15 minutes early, well that was before Emily came back. As of late he had been getting to work at 8:30-9:00 but not 11.

"Morgan, have you seen Reid?" Hotch asked Morgan as he walked through the bullpen with Penelope.

"No, is he alright?" Morgan says back casting an anxious look towards Reid's empty desk.

"I don't think so." Hotch said and just when Morgan was about to ask why, Reid shuffled through the glass doors. His messenger bag thrown lazily over his shoulder, his face tired and pale looking, dark circles around his eyes and his ever present brown, wool cardigan.

"Reid you're late." Hotch called out to him. Reid didn't even turn to look at him, he just continued to his desk. He quickly glanced at his watch, only 4 hours until he was fired. He was going to have to build up his frustrations over that period of time.

"REID!" Hotch yelled, stopping him in his tracks.

"Yes sir?" Reid asked quietly, not turning around to look at his superior. Hotch walked slowly toward the agent until he was standing right in front of him.

"Why are you late?" Hotch questioned, his voice laced with worry and anger mixed together. Emily and JJ had decided to walk into the bullpen at that point and were now watching the scene unfold.

"I... I um... Slept late?" Reid replied, he really didn't want to have to fight now, so he gave the best excuse his tired brain could come up with. Charlie had kept him up all night to try and finish off the dishevelled look he had going.

"You slept late? You seem to be doing that often." Reid finally looked up and levelled a glare at Hotch. His eyes boring right into his boss'.

"Yes I know, I think maybe I'm sick. Does that answer your question adequately?" He snapped and walked around to get to his desk. Hotch stood shocked, as did the rest of the team members, while Strauss had a knowing look on her face from behind the glass doors. She too was looking at the clock often.

"Reid this is not acceptable. What is wrong with you?" Morgan and Penelope shared knowing looks, they knew he had relapsed; they just didn't want to admit it. Neither did Hotch.

"I'm sick! Please just drop it!" Reid exclaimed, slamming a shaking hand down on his desk.

"Fine, but we will talk about this later." And with that said Hotch briskly walked to his office.

"Reid are you...?" Penelope tired to ask but got cut off by Reid.

"Yes I'm fine alright?" He exclaimed again.

"Alright..." She said quietly in a hurt voice which squeezed Reid's heart. He hated being hostile to her and Morgan but o]if he was going to continue with his act he had to be.

...

3:05pm, he had ten minutes. Ten minutes until he took out the very real vial of Dilaudid and the very real needle and "fake" shot up. Ten minutes until Strauss found him in the record room. Ten minutes until his life at the BAU was ultimately destroyed. Reid found himself starting to panic. Second thoughts were whirring around in his brain, but he knew it was too late to turn back. He had to be fired and he had to help Charlie, he had already made that promise.

Reid could tell everyone was scrutinizing him, especially Emily who was sitting across from him. Hotch had yet to call him into his office. It was at that moment when Jennifer and Hotch approached Emily at her desk and whispered in her ear. Reid knew that it would be the perfect opportunity for him to go ballistic.

"You're talking about me aren't you?" He asked loud enough for them to hear. When they didn't reply he yelled, "ARENT YOU?"

"Yes we are, because you aren't acting like yourself!" Jennifer yelled back. Reid internally winced; he hadn't thought he would make them that mad.

"Maybe because I HATE all of you! Have you ever even thought of considering that?" He shouted standing up. He unconsciously grabbed his messenger bag at the same time.

"Hate us?" Jennifer asked in a quiet voice, Hotch and Emily were both stunned to silence.

"YES, HATE YOU! You fucking lied to me! TO US! And you think that just telling the truth and having Emily back would make it all better? It doesn't! Every day I'm fucking reminded of how you betrayed my trust! How you let me think Emily was DEAD! How you hurt me and just did nothing about it! Do you know how that feels? Do you know how it feels when you have such a lack of trust in your life that when you do finally trust someone you get your back stabbed? NO YOU DONT!" Reid yelled then as fast as he could he walked or more like jogged out of there to get to the records room, leaving the stunned faces of his colleagues behind him.

When Reid arrived in the records room he still had a few minutes left, and he let a few tears fall. He hadn't actually thought that he would yell at them like that. He was once again reminded of all the lack of trust between them. Reid slowly started to roll up his sleeve and he looked at his inner elbow which was littered with old track marks and the fake ones Charlie made with costume make up. He actually felt like he was using with all the pent up rage he had inside him. His hand once again reached into the hidden pocket inside his bag where he used to stash Dilaudid when he was using. He pulled out the vial and needle and started to fill it to where he used to have it when he had used for those weeks. He pulled out the tourniquet and tied it loosely around his arm, then he sat on an old stool and waited for Strauss to arrive.

Morgan and Penelope wandered into the bullpen to find JJ crying, Emily with a look of misery on her face and Hotch with a quiet worry surrounding him.

"What happened?" Morgan asked as he noticed the absence of their youngest member.

"Reid hates us." JJ sobbed, and Emily wrapped her arms around her friend in comfort.

"What?" Garcia questioned in a very confused manner.

"He noticed us talking about him and he went into a rage, he was just pouring out all of his feelings. The most prudent being his rage." Hotch told him quietly.

"Why would he do that?" Morgan wondered.

"He's using again, from what I can tell he's been using since Emily got back." Hotch cast a worried look around, he didn't want anyone over hearing.

"I thought so, I just didn't want to..." Morgan was interrupted by the glass doors slamming open.

"Aaron, my office now!" She shouted. The team looked at her shocked, but what they were more shocked to see was a certain young agent standing behind her swaying. To put it bluntly Reid looked high and Morgan noticed that his right sleeve was rolled up. Hotch noticed that too and quickly followed Strauss to her office.

Once inside Reid sat down on the couch in the corner and Hotch stayed standing.

"Do you know what I found your agent doing?" She asked as she pulled out a vial of Dilaudid and a used needle. Hotch didn't answer, he too shocked at the state his now high agent was in.

"Drugs are not allowed in the FBI, we do not tolerate it." Strauss continued and Reid stared at the floor, trying to continue with his act of being high. It was hard because he really didn't want to be fired but he had to be if he was going to go undercover. Hotch's head was bowed as he tried to process what was going on, his youngest agent, the baby of the team, a god damn genius, was about to be fired. Suddenly Reid spoke up.

"I'd like ta say... In my de-defence, thad thisss isss Hodches fault." Reid slurred. Hotch stared at him in shock and then Strauss said the words he dreaded hearing.

"Dr. Reid you are fired!" She told him in an eerily calm manner. Reid barley cringed at the words.

"You will give me your badge and gun and clean out your desk. Then you will leave and you will never get another government job again." She said coldly.

"But Erin, he's just, he..."Hotch finally spoke up but had no defending words for Reid.

"He's a drug addict Aaron. That is not allowed in the FBI or practically anywhere. He is fired; I will not make an exception to the rule just because he is a genius." She said and Reid suddenly stood up.

"I'll be taking those," He said quickly as he reached and grabbed the vial and needle off her desk, "I paid for 'em an they are mine. Also don worry 'bout my desk, throw all thad shit out, I don need it." He slurred again, still keeping up with his act.

"Reid..." Hotch started but Reid shut him up quickly.

"Go fuck yourself." HE said angrily and he stumbled out of the room.

In the bullpen Morgan, Garcia, JJ, Emily and Rossi were waiting anxiously for news about Reid. Suddenly Reid came stumbling out with an odd look on his face. He wandered past the team and grabbed his coat from his desk, also slipping a note for Morgan behind his computer. It had been something he thought about doing. If Morgan ever found the note which Reid knew he would eventually it would explain that everything he was doing was all a part of the plan. Hotch walked into the bullpen with an over serious look on his face.

"Reid!" Morgan called out, "What happened man? Are you alright?" He asked as he jogged up to his friend.

"I'm fucking fantastic, and by the way," Reid said casually as he leaned drunkenly toward Morgan, "You wond be seein' much of me anymore, I'm fired." Morgan's eyes widened.

"What?" He asked, behind him he could hear the muffled no from Garcia and more crying from JJ.

"I'm Fired!" Reid shouted then he stumbled away from Morgan and the stunned team. He slowly got into the elevator and just as the doors were about to close he heard Hotch.

"He's on drugs again, there was nothing I could do about it." Reid smirked as his act paid off and he was now free of the BAU. Now all he had to do was go undercover as a drug dealer.

As Reid walked out of the building he couldn't help but feel guilty for all the terrible things he said to his colleagues and friends. Even though the evil part of him was glad he did the good part was sobbing about how much pain he had caused them.

Suddenly he heard the loud noise of a motor to his right. He looked and saw Charlie driving he black Challenger beside him.

"Get in." Was all she had to say before he jumped in. He was about to start a whole new life with a new identity, and thankfully it was with someone he trusted.

...

FINALLY! That was the hardest chapter to write so far and it still had a crappy ending, but whatever, we'll be seeing sexy Reid soon! YAY! BTW if you've ever searched up pictures of Mathew Gray Gubler modeling you'll know where my inspiration is from!

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