Tucker sat in the chair making herself as small as possible. Not that it was very hard; she had lost some weight since being there at the hospital. The food was crap. She looked around at the group she was in and wondered why it was Dr. Price thought sticking her with the violent crazy psychos would help her open up more. All she wanted to do at the moment was grab the chair she was sitting on and hold it in front of her as a protective shield.

"... I wonder if it does taste like chicken. They always say things taste like chicken so I wonder if meat from the human body tastes like chicken," the guy who looked like a Mike Meyers reject said smiling as he rocked back and forth.

And I am done for the day, Tucker thought climbing out of her chair and pulling Reid's warm brown cardigan around her. She started walking away digging in the pockets for her smokes.

"Tucker, where are you going?" Dr. Olivia Preston asked. She was Price's little lapdog and if Tucker was really a violent person she would have punched the little bitch days ago. Instead Tucker turned with a cigarette in her mouth and looked at Olivia still walking backwards out of the common room.

"I am going for a smoke," Tucker answered.

"You can do that later."

"I think I need to do it now."

"But Willard isn't done talking about his feelings."

"I doubt very much that Hannibal Lecter there has any feelings, but if he does, I will be outside smoking. You know where to find me."

Tucker hurried out of the common room and out the side door. She lit her cigarette with her lighter smiling again at the irony of the mental hospital not allowing them sharp objects but lighters were alright. She walked down the path and to her favourite spot on the bench overlooking a small pond. She loved to sit there and think about Reid and how much she missed him. She stood there and puffed on her smoke and closed her eyes. She wanted Reid there with her and knew that that would never happen. She knew that she had forfeited any right that she had to Reid the moment she had walked out of the apartment leaving him behind.

She sat on the bench and pulled the cardigan around her tighter and closed her eyes. She was going to try and forget about Reid and focus on herself. She knew she needed to deal with her feelings and thinking about Reid wasn't helping her. But she still couldn't stop her mind from thinking about him. He was everything she wanted. She sat back and sighed. She had way too much time on her hands.

Reid walked up to the front of the mental hospital. He was not surprised to find that it looked like a large English manor instead of a standard hospital. He didn't know why it was but the people who designed these places seemed to think that the patients inside actually cared what the outside looked like. He pulled open the door and walked into the lobby. He placed his hand on his leather messenger bag and looked around the lobby. It was quiet no one sitting in any of the twenty or so chairs in the waiting room. He saw the girl at the desk look up and smile at him. He walked over to her and stood there for a moment not sure if he was going to really do this. He then dug in his pocket and pulled out his badge. Tucker needed him to do it for her.

"I am Dr. Spencer Reid and I understand that you have a patient here, Tucker McLean," Reid said showing the girl his badge. He saw her eyes widen and she looked up and stared at him. He couldn't imagine why the girl looked so shocked.

"You're real," she said sitting there in awe.

"Excuse me?" Reid asked confused.

The girl got up from the desk and walked to the back. Reid stood there still holding his badge and he wondered what was going on. He stood there waiting and about five minutes later the girl came back carrying a bunch of papers in her hands. She placed them on the desk in front of Reid. Reid looked down and saw Tucker's writing on the pages. He looked at the girl more confused than ever now.

"Tucker wrote these to you. She wrote two sometimes three letters to you a day. Dr. Price thinks that you aren't real and told the staff to monitor Tucker closely but..."

"But?" Reid whispered looking at the girl.

"I somehow knew you were real. Tucker shouldn't be here and it isn't my place to say anything, hell I will get into so much trouble for even giving you those but... I know crazy and Tucker isn't it."

Reid nodded. He folded the pages and shoved them in his bag. He smiled at the girl, "Could I speak to Dr. Price?"

"He is busy..."

"I won't tell him what you told me. I just need to speak to him to help Tucker. Help me help her."

The girl bit her lip then looked down and looked around. She looked back and met Reid's eyes. She nodded and grabbed her keys. She walked over to the locked steel door, "Follow me," she said.

Reid smiled and nodded. He followed her as she unlocked the door and left the lobby. He followed her as she walked down the white hall. His sneakers squeaked on the floor as they walked up to another door. The girl pulled out her id badge and showed it to the guard. He nodded and buzzed them in. The girl held the door open for Reid and point to a door down the hall.

"That is Dr. Price's office. He will know you are here. Good luck," she said turning and walking back thru the door.

Reid looked at the door and knew he needed to walk up to it and knock. He turned and saw the guard looking at him. He gave the guard a smile but the guard didn't give one back. He turned and walked over to the door and knocked gently. He stood there and waited. A moment later the door opened and a middle aged man stood there. He gave Reid a kind smile.

"Dr. Price," he said holding out his hand.

"Dr. Spencer Reid, FBI," Reid said shaking his hand. He watched as the doctor took a moment and Reid knew that the doctor was shocked. Reid pulled his hand away and waited.

"Can I see some ID?" the doctor asked clearing not wanting to accept that he had been wrong and that Reid was who he said he was.

"Of course." Reid pulled out his badge again and showed it to the doctor. Price took it in his hands and examined it. Reid waited and Price handed the badge back reluctantly. Reid shoved it in his pocket and followed the doctor into his office.

"May I ask why you are here," the doctor asked walking over to his desk.

"I am here to take Tucker McLean home."

"I am sorry but I cannot release her."

"You have no choice. I have three other doctors on speed dial that are willing to testify in a court of law that Tucker is not crazy and that you are a fraud. I have," Reid dug into his bag and pulled out the file, "papers here that state your licence has lapsed and the only way you keep this place running and open is you placed it in the name of Dr. Olivia Preston."

"How do you know that?"

"I know a lot of things, Doctor. And what I don't know I have a friend who is very willing to find out. A friend that is willing to find out enough to get you shut down and thrown out of the medical field; for good. Now, are you going to release Tucker or not?"

"She is not in a healthy mental state."

"Tucker is not crazy. I know her and I know that she would never lose control like you think she would. Now, you prepare those papers and I will go and get Tucker." Reid stood taller proud of himself that he had stood up for Tucker and fought for her. Maybe he could be a hero like Morgan after all.

Reid turned to leave the office, "You know that your relationship with her will never be healthy or normal," Dr. Price added. Reid stopped and turned to look at him.

"It doesn't have to be normal. I love her and that is all that matters. I used to think that love wasn't real but now," Reid smiled, "I realized that I was wrong. Love is real and sometimes it is all you need."

Reid opened the door and left the room. He walked over to the guard's station and tapped on the window gently. The guard turned and looked at him.

"Could you help me? I need to find a patient," Reid said.