It's been a while, but I've been revising... too much and I haven't read fanfiction for ages I have a craving. XD

This will be the second to last (penultimate is the word) chapter.

Enjoy XD

Chapter 12- saying goodbye

Reid leant heavily on his crutches as he walked away from the bar. "If you get in a bar fight, I'm not even going to try to run," he stated as he sat beside Sam waiting until dean sat down the other side before he placed his crutches on the floor (somehow Dean had a knack for tripping up on them).

Sam chuckled slightly at Spencer's remark, and moved up giving Reid a little more room. "I suggest you both avoid the alcohol," Sam murmured looking at the huge cast on Dean's leg and Spencer's appearance.

Dean just groaned and looked at Sam. "Stop acting like your older Sammy, I am not a child," Dean began crossing his arms over his chest. Irritation clearly leaked from every pore of his body at how Sammy was telling him what to do. "Plus I haven't had any all week cos it's a 5 minute walk!" Dean grumbled catching the attention of the brunette woman serving them.

Sam frowned knowingly, realising that he sat in the wrong place as there was a very small chance he would be able to get out to get the drinks without climbing over the table. And that would have been a little rude...

After a brief interlude the brunette walked over sending a concerned look at Reid. Sam huffed, realising that Reid would be the one she would fuss over as he looked like he was the youngest (he wasn't). She smiled pleasantly as she noted down Dean's very alcoholic order and Sam's calmer approach to drinking. She arched an eyebrow as Reid ordered alcohol too and sent a querying look at Sam and Dean. "Get him a coke," Dean stated, watching Reid grumble and frown at them.

Then Reid placed a hand into his pocket and pulled out his phone, blatantly ignoring the two brothers and turning it back on. Reid let out a surprised groan he saw how many messages and calls he had managed to miss... "Look how much they've sent me!" Reid exclaimed waving the device in the air.

Dean laughed and glanced at how many were sent from each of his co-workers. "This is just a few days?" he asked. Dean was silently surprised about how much Reid's team worried. He had heard from Reid how they were just like a family, but he wouldn't always believe that.

Reid nodded sighing exasperatedly. "I had to turn it off though, I wouldn't put it beyond Garcia to track me and send Morgan to retrieve me," Reid explained watching as Dean smiled.

Sam snickered to himself- clearly enjoying the image of Reid being a 'damsel' in distress which Reid had just helped him to conjure. "Is he worse than Dean?" Sam asked, intrigued how the two would compare. If they ever met they would probably end up trying to attack each other... or maybe they would get on well... he could always hope.

Then the brunette placed their drinks down referring to Reid as 'sweetie' as she placed the drink in-front of him. Reid just blushed and turned back to the conversation he was having. "Well, nobody is... but he can kick doors down and he has the assistance of Garcia... Garcia is a force to be reckoned with, you'd like her," Reid explained taking a sip of his coke and glaring at the two brothers.

As the three fell once more into silence Reid began to text out a message to Morgan, hoping to stop these annoying messages popping up on is phone. ~ "Morgan you don't need to text me this much, it's been a few days"~ Reid texted glancing up every now again to check that Dean wasn't up to anything stupid (he was eying up the brunette who had got them their drinks).

After just a few minutes Reid's cell vibrated and Reid glanced down at the screen. ~"Where are you?"~Morgan had asked. Reid was pondering on whether he should turn off his phone now before Garcia tracked him down, but the thing is she might already have done that. If she had why would Morgan be asking his location?

Reid frowned and tapped out a reply. ~ "I'm in a bar"~ Reid finally replied unsure of what else to say, knowing already that Morgan wouldn't be very happy with that. And neither would the team...

After just a few seconds Reid's phone buzzed... ~"If you can go to a bar you can come home"~ Morgan replied quickly, clearly not pleased with Reid. Reid looked at the device thinking how similar this was to the bar a few weeks ago.

Reid frowned and typed out a reply trying to make Morgan think better of him, he hoped that the team weren't all together or this would end up being a long conversation. ~"I'm not the one drinking my friends are."~ he texted, looking up to see Sam telling Dean to 'stop harassing her, you idiot'.

After a brief pause another message came through. ~"Don't get hurt again. Come back soon Garcia's all panicky."~ Reid sighed realising that it was just Morgan; he couldn't be bothered messaging the whole team.

Reid sent out a quick reply observing how Dean was looking like he was having a strop. The woman had probably just put him down in some way. ~"I'll be back soon. Two days tops"~ he sent smiling as Morgan didn't reply.

Suddenly he was bombarded by messages... ~"Did you text Morgan first not me?"~ that was definitely Garcia ~"Call me back Reid"~ that was Hotch... ~"Are you okay Spence?"~ that one was from JJ. Maybe the team were together after all... Reid hastily replied to them all and glanced up at Sam and Dean who were glaring at each other.

"Errrr... I'm going back to Quantico the day after tomorrow, if you won't murder each other before that," Reid explained, taking in their surprised glances.

Dean just glowered even more at Sam and sighed adjusting his gaze to look directly at Spencer. "I knew you would, just this time call us more often. We worry," Dean explained leaving a slightly taken-aback Reid looking at him strangely.

"Are you alright?" Reid asked wondering whether Dean was really that drunk already.

Dean grinned and slowly got up. "We'll miss you," Dean explained seriously as he passed the crutches to Reid and started to make his way towards the door. Reid scurried to catch up, watching as Sam followed a few minutes later after paying the bill.

"Are you sure you're alright?" Reid reiterated watching as Dean patted the Impala absent-mindedly, probably wishing that he were able to drive it with a cast on.

Sam chuckled and joined the duo. "We'll miss you Spency, don't you forget that. Call us every week for updates and we'll tell you about our hunts. Like we used to when you were younger," Sam explained pushing Dean away from the driver's side and pulling the passenger's door open. Sam shoved Dean into the back watching intently as the slightly tipsy Dean pulled a packet of discarded M&M's out a pocket Sam didn't even knew to existed. As soon as Dean was sprawled on the seat not the floor Sam helped Reid to sit down in the passenger's side.

Reid glanced at Sam suspiciously. "Are you okay to drive?" he asked.

Sam just glanced behind him at Dean who was currently swallowing the M&M's and grinning like a maniac (and a rather dunk one). "Would you prefer Dean to be driving?" Sam finally responded pointing to the back seat.

Reid frowned slightly and replied hastily. "Definitely not!" he exclaimed seeing as Dean began to request various sorts of crisps that Reid hadn't even heard of before. They might even be made up, as Dean was so out of it.

Sam set it into gear driving very smoothly, as if he had not just consumed a rather large amount of alcohol. After he turned off another road (careful to not injure Dean's precious Impala) he began to talk once more, wishing that Reid could stay with them for longer. "We'll pick up our stuff then we're driving you back Reid," he stated trying to make Reid understand that he couldn't stay with them forever.

Reid sighed glancing at Sam and taking in the soothing scent of the car. "Really?" he asked, not really believing that he would have to wait so long to see them again.

Sam nodded slightly sighing sadly in the process, already sad thinking about Spencer leaving them again. Knowing that it would be a while before the kid had any free holiday time. What with his job and everything. "You need to go back to your life Reid. Your welcome here any time though," Sam explained concentrating his gaze back on the road.

Reid sighed understanding that the team would start worrying if he didn't come back soon. But he still noticed how emotionless Sam sounded (he was still a profiler) and wondered whether Sam was really okay with all of this. Knowing Sam as well as he did, he was probably regretting letting him go back to the BAU, but feeling selfish for wanting Reid to stay. Both situations were dangerous, even though one was more legal than the other. "Oh okay. I'll call, I'd prefer to write... but I'll call you two," Reid began, trying to reassure the saddened figure of Sam. "Just don't die before I see you again," Reid murmured looking back at the now snoring form of Dean who had the M&M's scattered all over himself.

After a few hours they were back on the road and a just a few hours away from Quantico. Reid knew it would be unwise to bring Sam and Dean to where he lived. As the team were probably waiting for him there, and Reid was sure that it would be hard to explain to them if they were spotted together.

Carefully Reid climbed out of the Impala and was enveloped in the three-way hug, burying his face into Sam's shoulder. "I will miss you," Reid murmured, hoping they would see each other soon.

Slowly he made his way back to civilised life, where he would be plain old Dr. Spencer Reid once more. In that life they never understood what secrets he with-held from all of them. If only they knew...

My hand hurts... one sitting typing this out... it's... 1'729 words long, and just one chapter. No wonder my hand kills.

Please review, I know it's been a while but you know the drill. If you review it makes me hyper and the more hyper I am the faster I am able to write, and the more willing to avoid the evil jaws of revision. XD