A/N: Thank you to all the reviewers out there who've been dealing with my slow updates, and I assure you, I will be getting back on track. Mostly for this fic because after chapter seven, I've been itching with ideas to get it wrote. And thanks to: 1xadzy3dgftw1xLSNx3dg1xMGG (wow, I like the 'MGG' part. lol.) for giving some great ideas! cookie for you!
Disclaimer: Nina Tassler owns CBS and Criminal Minds... If I owned it, would we really be getting rid of AJ and reducing Paget?
"Thanks, but I'm not going to be walking around with fake tattoos on my arms." Reid said in a defiant way. Gideon knew Reid was going to be like that.
"Spencer, just try it and see if it helps." Gideon suggested, yet it was a no choice situation. Reid sat back and crossed his arms. "Fine... if you don't want to take my help, then I don't have a reason to be here." Gideon said while he stood up.
"W-wait... you promised you'd never leave me again." Reid said sadly.
"Well, I'll still see you, I'll stick around here, but why should I help you if you refuse to be helped." Reid sighed. Hotch nodded at Gideon, but Reid didn't notice. Gideon was just about to open the door when Reid spoke.
"Gideon... wait... please stay." Gideon turned around and walked over to Reid.
"Spencer, you know I wouldn't ever leave. You do need to understand that if you want me to help you then you have to let me." Gideon said. "Do you understand?" Reid nodded.
Reid walked out of the bathroom with his arms crossed and an annoyed look on his face. Gideon looked at him and frowned.
"It's not that bad, Spencer."
"Yeah, it's not that bad." Reid replied sarcastically. "Where's Hotch?" Reid asked as he sat on the couch.
"Home, I told him I'd stay with you tonight." Reid nodded and looked at the clock. "When are you planning on going to bed? You've had a hard day, and it's already late." Gideon said after a moment.
"I"m not tired." Gideon looked at Reid for a minute.
"Then we can talk about something, I suppose. How about the good things about your life." Reid groaned. "It's not that bad."
"Oh really?" Reid asked. He didn't get an answer. "Okay... um... I have a good job?"
"Spencer, you already said that. I can already think of a lot of things for you." Gideon said while trying not to laugh.
"Tell me... please."
"Nope."
"Well then... I'm just not really up for this right now Gideon." Reid said.
"Sorry, we're going to do this every night." Gideon said.
Reid thought for a minute. "Gideon, I can't do this. I'm sorry, but there's way much more bad things in my life than there are good." Gideon slapped Reid's thigh again really hard. "Ow! Gideon... I'm just speaking the truth." Gideon raised his hand again. "Fine!" Gideon squeezed his shoulder encouragingly. He knew it was hard for Reid, but it was going to be hard in every which way to recovery there was.
"Uh, well... I'm open to a lot of opportunities... and... I'm smart." Reid said. "And... ergh, this is so annoying." Reid started to scratch at his scabs and the tattoos. Gideon smacked his hand. "Would you stop hitting me!"
"It only means that I care about you." Gideon looked at the clock. "You should go get ready for bed.
"I already told you I'm not tired." Gideon hugged him tightly.
"Goodnight Spencer..." Gideon stood up and pointed to Reid's room down the hallway. "Come on... don't fight me Spencer." Gideon begged while smiling at him. He figured that if he always smiled, then Reid wouldn't take disappointment so badly, and it seemed to be working. He now understood why Hotch seemed to have gotten nowhere. "Three... Two..." Gideon counted. Reid groaned and stood. Reid walked into his room, and Gideon followed him in.
"What?" Reid asked.
"I'm taking any sharp objects with me." Reid rolled his eyes.
"I won't do it Gideon... I promise." Reid sat on his bed and crossed his arms again. Gideon seemed to have ignored him, because he started going through drawers. "Seriously, Gideon."
"I'm serious too. I'm doing this every night whether you like it or not, you'll have to earn trust, and right now, I don't trust you." Reid pouted and glared as Gideon left the room with three razors. He rolled over in his bed and closed his eyes. Gideon came back in and sat on his bed. Though Reid pretended to be asleep, Gideon knew better. "Spencer, I know you're awake. Please sit up for a minute." Reid groaned, sat up, and glared at the older man. "You know I did what I had to do... I took them because I know as much as you that you want to stop, and it doesn't help with that if you can hurt yourself without even getting out of bed. Do you understand?"
"I do, but you said you don't trust me, how's that supposed to make me feel better. I'm not trusted, so I don't even have a purpose to be alive." Gideon quickly smacked him lightly.
"I know what you're doing. If you're going to be that way, I'll profile you. You're trying to make me regret my own words, which I don't, and give into your begging. That, Spencer Reid, is not going to happen. We're going to do this together the right way, and if that means I can't trust you, then so-be-it. Starting tomorrow, there won't be any locks on doors from the inside, and all knives and other sharp objects will be locked away. I'm sorry I have to do that to you, but I want you to know that I care about you."
"So that's how it's going to be. You're going to breathe down my neck for God knows how long, and I won't GET the chance to prove I can be trusted. I get your little game, and I'm not playing it." Reid said angrily.
"Think whatever you want of it, but I'm not changing my mind." Gideon hugged Reid goodnight and left the room.
The next morning, Gideon was waking Reid up early for breakfast, to which Reid argued about.
"I'm not hungry Gideon."
"That's too bad, because you're eating."
"NO I'm not."
"I'll force feed you if I have to."
"Yeah right."
"Do you really want to test me?" Gideon asked while a smile was placed on his face.
"I'm really not hungry." Gideon sighed. Any other time, he'd come to a comprimise with Reid, but that would give him the advantage, and he had to show him he wasn't ready to make any choices on his own.
"Tough luck..." Gideon said while he set a plate in front of Reid.
It took Reid about an hour, but he finally finished his food. When he was done, he notice all of the door knobs that had locks were gone, except for the front and back door, so it was reduced down to only his room and the guest room with door knobs left. Reid rolled his eyes. Gideon was getting a little extreme. When Gideon came from down the hall, Reid looked at him and shook his head.
"You're going a little too far Gideon."
"Why, because I don't want you ending up locking yourself in a room? I already told you I don't trust you yet. That kind of trust has to be earned over time." Reid sighed.
"I wanna go for a walk." Reid stood.
"You can't go alone." Gideon said. Reid shrugged.
"And you're point is? You mean you can't get out of the house a little bit. You know, just because I'm depressed doesn't mean I'm going to be constantly crying and trying to kill myself. Gideon smiled. He knew what Reid was trying to do yet again. He was trying to hide that he was sad, and get Gideon to trust him easily. He was just going to play into Spencer's fantasy that Gideon was that blind. He worked with way too many suicidal people to not know the signs. It was beautiful, but a little chilly. The sun was out, and leaves covered the ground letting the sunlight bounce off of them giving a golden color to match the content mood. Reid, on the other hand, wouldn't accept the beauty, and through his eyes, he saw a graveyard and everything was dark, and the sun was behind storm clouds, and it was raining hard, every once in a while, a crack of thunder and a blast of light would bounce off the earth harder than a pinball machine.
"Reid... you do know that I care about you?" Gideon asked. Reid nodded. "Then why do you argue with me?" Reid shrugged.
"I just have those days..."
"That seem to have been happening every day since you started self harming. I talked to Hotch, by the way. He wishes you luck, and he wants to visit, but unfortunately, the team has a case." Reid nodded.
"Yeah, because we all know the cases are much more important than me." Reid said without looking at Gideon. Gideon was taken aback by Reid's blunt response.
"Is that how you feel? That he doesn't care about you." Reid didn't stop walking, but Gideon did. The older man grabbed Reid's arm and stopped him. "Answer me."
"No, I'm just in a bad mood. It's what happens when you're a hopeless crazy suicidal person." Reid said.
"Let's go back to the apartment." Reid nodded and they both headed back without another word.
A/N: So this was really short compared to the last two I think... but it was fun to write, and don't worry, this won't become a discipline fic. I've already got too many people reading that have waited so long, and I won't ruin it for them. =P