Grande Finale

I support the 2007 WGA strike..//sigh

Disclaimer: Criminal Minds is not mine.

And so this is why Spencer is sitting on the big brown leather couch at Morgan's house trying to avoid looking at Clooney who looked like he wanted to bite Reid's face off. Time for that later.

He needed to make sure Derek trusted him. He will use all his profiling tricks here. Morgan won't know what hit him. Not until it was far too late.

Derek sat down on a couch facing Reid and passed him over a can of lager and a glass. "So do you feel like saying what happened earlier."

Sticking his nose in. Prying. Trying to get nuggets of information to use against you later. "Nothing happened." Stupid reply. Something obviously happened. Reid pulled an irritated face and poured some drink from the can to the glass.

"Some thing definitely happened, Reid. Doors don't implode on their own." Morgan was drinking straight from the can.

Reid looked across to Morgan trying his best to look open and calm and friendly. The face Morgan saw looked blank and empty.

"I don't remember. As far as I am concerned it was a nightmare. Sometimes they get a bit – I don't know how to describe it – real?"

Derek leaned forwards and put his can on the table with no coaster. Reid felt his eye twitch slightly at this.

"I know Reid, I was with you for one once. I know what happened then. Are you telling me that is what happened this time? You fell asleep and dreamed your door was smashed down, and when you woke up it had?"

Reid wanted to slam his glass down on the smoked glass topped table in front of him. He wanted to feel the glass shatter in his hand, but there was no coaster. No damned coasters.

"Where are your coasters?" And Reid was standing looking around the room.

"My what?"

"Coasters, so I can put my glass down."

"You don't need one. Just put it on the table." Morgan was watching Reid carefully. Profiling him. Looking at his reactions.

"I need a coaster." Sitting down – stay calm.

Morgan grinned. "Just put the glass on the table."

He put the glass down. He put it down hard. He felt the tumbler break in his hand and the felt the glass shards stick into this palm and fingers.

"Reid what the hell?" And Morgan was standing looking at Reid who was looking at his hand.

"I told you I wanted a coaster. You never listen do you? I can talk and talk to you, but you never hear me." Spencer stood up again pulling bit of glass out of his hand. "I need the bathroom."

Derek was standing too now looking at Reid then at the table then back to Reid. "Let me look at it." And he was walking forwards.

"I am fine." Reid spun, his head spun more and he felt wobbly for a second. Then he walked quickly to Morgan's bathroom.

Reid turned all the hot water on and stood looking in the mirror until the glass was steamed up. Then he looked down at his right hand. He hadn't meant to cut himself like this. He hadn't meant to break the glass. He just wanted someone to listen to him. But still nothing. He was Reid after all. Use abuse put to one side. Neglected and abandoned. Always, nothing ever changes. Something set in stone at birth. This child will be full of potential, but we shall fill his path with too many obstacles for him to ever fully achieve. Cursed with an eidetic memory which according to recent reports doesn't really exist. This thing which makes him different. Which gives him a purpose doesn't really exist? How can this be?

He looked at his hand and again and at the bits of glass. This was going to hinder his plans. This hurt. He opened up Morgan's medicine cabinet and looked for painkillers. A big tub of them but never been opened. Not that that mattered. Reid opened the tub and put two in his hand and looked at them. He added another two and then dry swallowed them together. Spencer returned to the steamed up mirror and wrote on it backwards. A small tear escaped from behind his eyes and tracked its way down the side of his nose.

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Hotch, Prentiss and JJ stood in Reid's apartment. "I need this place searched properly. I have to know what is going on with Reid." Hotch was walking towards the kitchen.

There didn't seem to be anything out of place or odd. The only strange thing was the lack of any food. Maybe he always got take away? He definitely didn't cook in here. No cooking pans, just plates and mugs, cutlery etcetera. Everything clean and sparkly. A used glass stood in the sink. Hotch picked it up with gloved fingers and looked at it. White crystals had settled in the bottom of the glass. He would send it over to the lab unless Reid could tell them what it was. Until then Hotch sealed it in a bag and wrote on the label. He left it on the kitchen counter.

JJ was looking around the lounge. She noted how the chair had been moved and she saw the funny little paper and foil origami type things on the shelf. They hadn't been there last time she was over. JJ was sure she would have noticed. There were deep scrape marks in the floorboards where Reid had dragged the chair. He had been in a rush or a panic. Reid would normally take more care. Or had this all been part of he dream he insisted he had.

Prentiss walked into Reid's bathroom. Once again a very tidy room. She noted the folded towel on a self next to the toilet. She noted air freshener cans in a row next to it. She looked at the tub and the myriad of different things to put in the water to make it smell good. Reid always smelled good. She smiled at bit at this. She noted the toothbrush and tooth paste in a mug next to the basin taps and she saw the bottle of mouthwash almost empty. So far nothing out of the ordinary. She flipped open his bathroom cabinet and looked for a moment puzzled. She reached in and removed a box of something and with a frown put it back. She then picked up a different box and looked at it. Again she frowned and returned it. She carefully closed the cabinet door and suddenly she felt like she had intruded in a deep dark place of Spencer's that she should never have known about. Quickly she turned and went to the kitchen.

Hotch was just finishing up making some notes when Emily rushed in and picked up the kitchen bin. She upended it onto the table and looked down at the contents. Ice cream cartons, chocolate bar wrappers, candy wrappers.

She looked up at Hotch. "I think I know what one of Reid's problems might be. His bathroom cabinet is full of laxatives and diuretics. He has a folded towel within hands reach from the toilet. He uses extra strong toothpaste and mouth wash and his bin is full of junk food."

JJ was standing in the door way listening. That still doesn't explain the front door and alarm.

Prentiss turned to look at JJ, "I know, but it is a start. We can get him help for this."

Hotch looked down at his phone. "I will let Morgan know. It is probably best not to confront him on this yet."

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He roughly wiped the tear from his face. He had to remain in control here. He couldn't afford to lose grip now. He ran his hand under the tap until the water ran clear and then wiped it dry on a towel. Reid wasn't sure now if it was really painful or not. He just needed to get this over with. A deep breath. He swallowed and then opened the bathroom door. Derek was standing looking at him.

"Going to explain what that was all about?" He sounded snappy. Unfriendly.

"I told you. No coaster." He walked back to the lounge area and sat back down again. Stay calm. Don't freak out again or you will fail, and you can't afford to fail again.

"I'll go and get us something to eat." Morgan was walking towards the kitchen.

Reid nodded and lied, "Thank you. I am starving."

He watched Morgan go in his kitchen and then stood up. He had seen where Derek had put his gun when they arrived here, and this is where Reid was heading now. The cupboard drawer slid open silently and Reid quickly checked the gun for ammo, and removed the safety.

He stated to walk towards the kitchen when he heard Morgan's phone bleep.

"Hotch yes all is great." And a pause. "I will go and get him." and footsteps heading his way.

Reid held the gun up. "Reid what the hell are you playing at! Put that down."

"Front sight, trigger press, follow through."

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Hotch heard the distinct sound of a gun firing. Then the line went dead.

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A/N That is the end! PM me if need.