Charlie angrily stomped her way out onto the balcony of the apartment. Her breathing came in short angered bursts and she could feel her hands shaking. How dare Reid question her judgement like that? Sure she might have manipulated him a little bit, but he could have said no at any time. He was the one who called her at all hours to bitch about the team; she barely forced him to do anything. That ungrateful ass. Here she was, training him, being patient with him, stopping him from going back to relying on drugs and he couldn't get his head out of his ass long enough to thank her. Alright Charlie, calm your ass down, you're being a whiny teenager Charlie thought, and then took a few breaths to steady herself. It was at that point that she realized she was aimlessly scratching at the insides of her arms, more specifically, her elbows where the scars of drug abuse lay. Shocked she dropped her arms to her sides and clenched her fists. She may be a marine, but she did have her weaknesses. The intense cravings for heroin had started a few days back when she witnessed some kids shooting up behind the bar in which Ralf worked out of. The kids had even asked her if she wanted to join in on the fun and take a hit, she immediately refused and went back in the bar to find Reid. After that she couldn't help herself from thinking about the deadly liquid she used to poison herself with.

Jake had told her at the beginning of the mission that if she or Reid had any bad cravings they tell him and be pulled from the field for a few days. Yet the mission had become crucial to complete because of the murders and the pressure from the police. Charlie just dealt with it silently as she always did, she hated showing weakness, a thing her and Reid had in common. Her recent irritability could be blamed as cravings and PMS, but she really shouldn't be excusing her bitching for that. She should apologize to Reid, she finally decided. But first, she had to make her calls.

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Was she right? Was he really being a big baby? He hadn't meant to, he thought that she didn't mind his ranting, at one point she had called it funny. The whole fight was his fault; he should have never suggested that they tell the team. He was feeling inexcusably irritable as of late. The pain in his head, ribs and shoulder attested to that. The truth was that he really wanted to go take some Dilaudid. He knew he really should not be craving, seeing as he was selling drugs yet he couldn't help himself. He got shot in the head for fuck's sake; did he not deserve any compensation for that? Reid looked down at his shaking hands sitting in his lap. His back was leant against the couch and he sat on the floor cross legged. He brought his shaking hands up closer to his face and willed them to stop shaking. He always noticed that when he was craving his hands would start to shake and the only thing that would make it stop was if he focused on something else. But what was there to concentrate on? The pain in his body? The anger and guilt he felt for Charlie? No, none of that would make him want to not shoot up.

Suddenly Reid shot up from his sitting position and walked out of the sitting area and toward the kitchen. Charlie and Reid stashed their drugs for sale in the kitchen cupboards and Reid knew for a fact that they had some vicodin within the contents. The small white pills were good enough until he could get his hands on some Dilaudid... Reid then froze mid step. What the hell was he thinking? He couldn't just take drugs, how would they help? They would numb and mute everything that was going on around him but they wouldn't last forever.

As Reid stood frozen in the kitchen, Charlie walked in from the balcony. She noticed his pale face first, and then she looked at his shaking hands which matched her own. She sighed loudly and that gained his attention.

"I am too, just so you know." She muttered quietly, yet loudly enough for him to hear.

"What do you mean?" Reid asked somewhat coldly as he did not yet want to talk to her.

"I'm craving." She told him simply and then proceeded into the kitchen. She stopped at the pantry, opening the door and taking a look inside.

"How long?" She heard him question. Charlie sighed again and shrugged her shoulder, her back still facing him.

"About four days." She continued to look in the pantry for anything to munch on.

"Why didn't you say anything?" He replied, crossing his arms and leaning against the small island.

"What are you kidding?" She exclaimed turning her body from the pantry with candies in her hand, "The whole mission got so much more dangerous, you're boss shot you in the head, we got arrested and then those idiot brothers drove a truck into the police car. There was a little bit too much going on for me to be worrying about craving heroin!" Reid looked away, her words had been so spiteful and directed at him.

"God, shit! I'm sorry, Spencer. I'm stressed, craving and have fucking PMS, but I know that's no excuse to take things out on you like that. I'm being a huge bitch." She finally exalted and then without even thinking she ripped open the bag of candies, sour cherry blasters, and popped two into her mouth. Reid watched her closely, her whole crazy apology and then shoving random gummies into her mouth, his brain just couldn't handle the situation the way he was supposed to. Reid started giggling, then laughing, full out chortles that made his stomach hurt and tears come to his eyes. Before Charlie knew it she was doubled over laughing as well. The whole scene she had just made seemed so stupidly funny that neither ex agent or marine could hold in the hysterics.

By the time the two had finished their laughing they were sitting side by side on the floor, with their backs against the island counter, eating sour cherry blasters. They giggled a little bit every now and then, but the only sound left was the crackling of the plastic bag when they reached for candies.

"You realize I'm sorry though, right?" Charlie said, finally breaking the relaxed silence.

"Yeah, and I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have thrown that punch or said any of those things, it was my choice."

"Alright, alright, can we be partners again please?" Charlie asked because she always felt uncomfortable sharing feelings.

"Yeah, we can be friends again." Reid told her and swiftly put his arm around her in a half hug. He smiled, he rarely let that side of himself out, the one where he needed human contact, yet Charlie seemed to make him let it out.

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"NO! Please! I'll do anything! STOP!" The young blond wailed as Darius shoved her against a wall, and ground up against her.

"Aw, don't be like that sweetheart, you know, you were asking for this, wearing this skimpy little dress." Darius sneered, running his hand up her thigh.

"NO!" She screeched, before Dmitri threw his hand across her mouth.

"She's loud and annoying." Dmitri muttered and he quickly shoved a needle filled with heroin into her neck. The effects worked quickly and she turned to jelly against the wall.

"What did you cut it with this time?" Darius asked as he worked his way under the limp girl's dress.

"Ecstasy, I figured we could use some fun tonight." Dmitri told him. Darius smirked at his brother's genius and then continued to take off the young girl's panties. Dmitri and Darius were in for a good time...

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AWE Reid and Charlie had such a feel good moment, and then it was ruined by Darius and Dmitri, those ass holes. Sorry if this chapter got a little graphic. And rape is a very serious thing that should not be taken lightly, as is drug abuse.

Sorry I didn't update for so long, I'm in two productions and I'm failing Chem, so I've been busy! I quickly want to thank all my reviewers, you guys are what keep me writing! Thanks so much! Also, all the people who read my story, you guys are great! SOOOOO PLEASE R&R, I want to know what you think!

~Love SpiderKate

PS sorry this is short, it's like a filler chapter.