Chapter 6

I don't own criminal minds. This chapter has a bit of bad language and drink and drug references.

"How did you expect Garcia not to find you?" The husky voice continued.

"Pretty Boy, Pretty Boy. I heard your mom died earlier today. Oh yeah you used my card to pay for a nice room. Now if I was real mad with you I could get you done for identity theft and fraud. But I will forgive you as you're like a baby brother to me and luckily only I and Garcia know you used my card and where you are. I am coming out to Las Vegas to see you. See you soon, Pretty Boy!" Morgan finished.

I knew Morgan would come out here as soon as possible so I had to leave and hide in some back street bar; Morgan would never go into to.

Since I knew Las Vegas fairly well, I planned to get hammered in a local bar called 'The Fisher Arms'. It was almost opposite the hotel and looked quite horrible but was alright.

I walked inside and surprisingly fitted in very well.

The walls were painted a deep burgundy colour and the floors were tiled a deep green.

There were four tables with red seats around and a deep maroon bar surrounded by stalls with red velvet stalls and gold metal legs.

There were four men in suits at one of the tables and a couple of men in their late 30s to early 40s were sitting around the bar.

I had about $60 in wallet.

I was sure that would be enough to get supremely drunk especially if I gave the barman a good tip.

I had only spent $20 on drink but already started to feel drunk.

Morgan had always said I was a light weight but somehow in this drunken haze I had managed to forget about my mother's death, the potential charge of identity theft and fraud and the fact Morgan was going to find me and most likely kill me.

The drink felt good in my system.

I continued to drink glass after glass of alcohol.

After about the third glass I forgot what I was drinking.

Then a man came to sit next to me.

"Why are you here? Only the desperate drink here," The man said.

I slurred "So are you desperate."

"Not exactly. I'm doing business. Do want some of this?" He took out a few small plastic pouches full of white powder.

"Ok, what is it?" I asked.

I knew what it was but I needed clarification.

"Drugs." He whispered.

Part of me screamed 'what the f**k are you doing. You know drugs kill around 4500 people a year in the US.'

But another part of me shouted 'you are already killing your liver why not kill your nerves as well' and another small part of me said 'It might actually help you.'

The man gave me five small pouches filled with drugs.

I could guess all of them really but I was being really stupid and I knew if Morgan found me like this (drunk and about to get high) he would never act the same towards me again.

He might even tell Hotch and if he did that I would lose my job, my career, my friends, my family, my reputation.

Everything!

I couldn't live again.

I am sure I am the one who loses all the time.

It's just not fair!

I took one of the bags and made my way to the bathroom.

The bathroom looked like it was tiled white but never was cleaned so turned into a manky colour.

I wasn't the only one in there though.

There was another guy. He was wearing a pink shirt and a grey suit.

He looked worse than I did and I looked like a zombie.

I looked in the bag and saw 5 white pills.

They were obviously ecstasy pills.

I took one of the pills out of the bag and was about to put it into my mouth when I heard a familiar female voice from outside the bathroom door.