A/N: Okay, if you guys want.... Finally got to writing some more of this. I didn't want to follow up from it, but... seems people are liking it. Sorry, this is not my top priority. I have some other stories I'm working on: 'The effects of rehab', 'Amanda's Revenge', 'The romance of prentiss and Reid', 'Team Cases', Crossover prologue for The lovely bones and Criminal Minds, and 'Team Members Journal' and, on top of it, I have exams coming up. My first exams! Gosh... sorry I have a lot to work on, but I've been known to keep updates comin'.
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Reid fell into the darkness of sleep. He never wanted to leave it. It was too good. But, just like his luck, it was soon over. He was awake to the same, plain white hospital room in a baggy gown. He was with Hotch again, but dared not look him in the eyes. Too much disappointment for him to take in from one person. He dared not make any acknowlegement he was there, either.
"Reid, the doctors said you can leave this afternoon..." He didn't get a response. "Reid... look at me. You need to talk to me. This won't disappear just from ignoring people." Reid forced his eyes to look at Hotch.
"I don't want to talk. I don't want any help. I don't need help. I don't want to LIVE! So just leave me alone." Reid turned his head back. Hotch just let him vent. He needed to.
"Okay. But that's still not going to stop me from admitting you to a mental health facility. It just determines whether you're going to be there long or not."
"You can't do that. You don't have any control over me."
"Oh really. Remember when Gideon left? You instead gave me power of attorney. And with that power, I'll make sure you get the help you need. You're not going to just go back to your apartment and try to attempt suicide again."
"Just leave me alone. I won't do it again, I won't do any of that again. I just want to be alone."
"No. We're going to come to a conclusion and we're going to talk about the options." Hotch said.
"Options?" Reid asked.
"Yeah, it'll be hard to get you to a mental institution without losing your job. We have to consider all the possibilities."
"I'm not going anywhere. I'm going home and I'll do whatever I want." Reid said with an attitude not soon forgotten.
"No you're not. I'm not going to let you kill yourself." Hotch said.
"Yes you are. I want to. There isn't one reason for me to live."
"You have a lot of reasons to live." Reid calmed.
"Like what. I ask myself everyday, but I can't answer it."
Hotch stared for a moment. He knew what he had to live for, but he also knew suicidals didn't think of anything as a reason to live.
"You'll have to answer that yourself." Reid nodded.
"I've been depressed..." He started to sob, along with his voice wavering. "I-I didn't know what I was doing. I just thought that I would have a permanant escape if I..." Hotch nodded. "It was like I couldn't control it."
"You did know what you were doing though. But you didn't know what you'd be leaving."
"Yeah, that's what I meant." Reid said with a sad smile.
"What do you want to do? It's all up to you." Hotch said.
"I... I want to get better, but I still want to do my job. I don't want to be away from all of you." Hotch nodded. "I have something to tell you. I haven't told anyone else. The only one that knows is my mom, not even my dad, well, it's not that bad, but..."
"What is it?" Hotch asked.
"I-I have ---------------
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A/N: oooooh so sorry to leave it short. I wanted to leave a cliffie! hehehehe. Betcha can't guess what it is!