Inspired by Panic at the Disco.
A Good Man- Our Worst Hits Yet
SSA Derek Morgan knew that Dr. Spencer Reid had been through a terribly traumatic ordeal, but he also knew he wasn't handling it the way he should be. Everyone on the team had quietly acknowledged Reid's secret stash of dilaudid, but they asol refused to comment on it. If they said anything about it on company time they knew they would be putting Reid's career at risk, but by choosing not to comment on it they risked letting the agent believe that they were all ignorant about his little 'issue'.
So when Reid seemed to have fallen asleep during their card game, Morgan shook his head and decided he had waited too long to talk to the kid. "Reid…Reid?" He watched the younger man's eyes flutter open and realization set in. "What's eatin' at you?" he frowned.
"Hmm…Nothing," Reid mumbled.
Less than three minutes later, Reid's willpower faltered and he revealed that he was having issues with the crime scene photos. "Reid, it's called empathy, and you use it to make yourself a better person."
Spencer Reid smirked as Morgan's motivation ended and waited for him to respond. He lowered his eyes as Morgan watched him intently. "A good person," Spencer mused with a bit of amusement. The feelings hadn't made him a better person- in fact, they had made him a far worse person. The drugs helped, but it only helped by masking his fears and burying the issues. He pushed his cards toward Morgan with a small nod. Sighing, he curled up to into a ball and pretended he would be able to sleep. As he watched Morgan turn the light off from the corner of his eyes, Reid swore to himself that as soon as he got home he'd get rid of the dilaudid.
It's what a good man would do, after all.