Chapter 41
I don't own Criminal minds. Also I am sorry for anything that isn't 100% true in real life. Hope you like this chapter!
"Garcia, have you ever felt as if you are powerless over yourself?" I asked as I tried to calm down. "Reid, why are you asking?" She asked but she wasn't worried. In fact she was calm. I shook my head and looked down and whispered "Do you think I am a freak or I am crazy?" She answered with every ounce of honesty in her voice "Reid, you are not a freak. If anyone tells you that, they are so wrong. You are a brilliant man and so amazing. You are no freak. I don't think you are crazy. I would defo be if I had a brain like yours but somehow you deal with that. I hated the few times I had to profile people but somehow all of you do it for a job. I really couldn't do that. You haven't done anything I would consider crazy and I am no profiler but you don't seem crazy. By the way, I didn't mention this to you earlier, but I did notice the toothbrush glass had moved to your side night stand. I don't know why but I assume you moved it…" I couldn't remember getting off the bed after about 9:30 so how I could have done something like that. "When I came back last night, the door was half open. Personally I thought that was strange for you but when I saw you on the bed… I just thought you or I had left it open." She continued. We looked at each other. I was as sure as hell that I hadn't opened or shut that door last night but my sure as hell now was probably as sure as a pig flying. I just went back to sipping my cold coffee. She went over to the tea and coffee makers and asked "Do you want something else to drink?" I nodded. Surely another cup of coffee wouldn't hurt.
Two cups of coffee and a glass of water later breakfast was laid out. Me and Garcia were still the only ones in the room but my headache seemed to worsen and I was feeling really ill. "Garcia, I really don't feel well…" I said slowly. She was motherly and touched my forehead with the back of her hand. "You do look very pale but you do feel like you are at a normal temperature. Have you got a headache or do you feel sick?" She said.
"I feel like shit, Garcia. I have a pounding headache which coffee and water hasn't helped and I feel like I am going to throw up if I eat anything. If I move from this seat and get up I know I will pass out…" I said.
"How long have you felt like this?" She asked.
"I have had the headache since I have woken up but the illness I haven't felt for too long. The passing out part has only started to kick in. With every passing moment, the headache is getting worse! Please help me!" I begged. She looked at me with a sad look and knelt down to my level and whispered "Reid, I need you to tell me the truth. I promise I won't tell anyone, I just really need to know, have you taken any drugs? I meant to say was when was the last time you took drugs? Was it last night, last week or was it when you got clean? Have you ever been clean since you know what?" I couldn't believe what she was saying. Did she believe that I had overdosed or was going through withdrawals? Did she think that I had never been fully clean from the time Tobias Hankel had kidnapped me?
I couldn't believe what she was thinking. I shook my head and said "How could you think that about me? I have been clean for at least 4 years. I haven't touched anything since, not even when I contracted anthrax. I can't believe you think I have been on drugs, Garcia! Will you always suspect I am on drugs or am having withdrawal symptoms? Because if you do, I will not be able to stay with you while we are in Italy. I will find my own way back to America. I don't care about the police catching me, if my closest friends don't trust and believe me; my life isn't really worth living." She looked at me sadly and looked sorry for what she had said and apologised "I am sorry Reid. It's just that I don't know what's wrong. At least if it was an OD or withdrawal, I would have an idea what to do. I have no clue what's wrong with you. Maybe you have been poisoned or something? You didn't feel like this since you woke up or else you wouldn't have got out of bed. So, what's wrong with you? Wait have you eaten anything since you woke up?"
"I haven't eaten anything. I have only had coffee and water. The coffee, though, did taste a bit odd." I replied.
She looked at me more intensely and asked "Did you make the coffee yourself?" I nodded but all the movements I made seemed the sickness worse. "Reid, stay with me. Concentrate! Why did it taste weird?" Garcia asked. She was being very parental and she was trying to make sure I was ok. "Wait, Garcia. I need you to search for poisonous white crystals which look like sugar. I think I have been poisoned by the sugar I have added to the coffee. It might not even be poisonous but my coffee has been spiked. I think it was through the sugar. Take a packet and see if it fits the description of what you see. I need to know a way to sort myself out without going to the hospital." Garcia nodded and got out her phone and started to google it. Instantly she had a hit. Her eyes looked up and she looked pleased but concerned "I know what it is, Reid!" Her voice went down as she scrolled down and she said "It is a poison but we can deal with it without going to the hospital if you don't go unconscious. Then we are in very deep shit."
"What is the drug and what do you need to do?" I murmured. The symptoms were getting worse and worse from each second that passed. "I can't pronounce it. It's something like Dimanche 1209. Basically I have to get you some carbs and energy inside you and give you some herb. Also I have to shock your body into working basically I have to give you a shock your body doesn't expect like a hot drink or something. This website is Wikipedia though so it might not be 100% accurate. But I am willing to do what it says," She got up and grabbed a plate on the metal buffet table. She piled the plate high with toast and hash browns. She ran back over to me.
The headache seemed to be over taking me. Everything was hurting and my eyes couldn't stand the light for too much longer. "Stay awake! Stay with me Reid!" Garcia said as she hit me over the face. "Eat this. This will get your body working and hopefully your body should fight this by midday." She shovelled in about three hash browns and two pieces of toast into my mouth. I could hardly bit down on food but that was partly due to two reasons. One, there was so much food in my mouth it literally couldn't bite down and two, it felt as if all my energy was being sucked out by whatever I had poisoned with. I literally didn't have the energy to move my jaw. "Come on Reid. You have to eat this or else you will become worse. Come on. Please." Garcia pleaded with me. Then I heard her whisper to herself "Please Morgan. Don't let him go unconscious. Please protect him from this. Don't let him die!" A tear came from the corner of her face. I knew I had to try to eat this mountain of food in my mouth even if it used up all the energy, all the fight I had left in me.