A/N: well... Gibbs Rule #6: "Never apologize", so I'm not *wink wink*. But I wanna say THANK YOU ALL who put some reviews and every kind of alerts! And big kisses for my beta 'Spirit Speaker.

I hope that you would like this chapter.

ps. Email addresses are fake and they look differently from normal because ya know... :)

Two weeks after the robbery Reid was sitting beside his desk. The doctors let him work, but unfortunately he still didn't have permission to start working in the field as his arm still rested in a blue sling. He looked at his computer. Garcia forced him to create his email account, even if he was skeptical he just did it for his sanity. And especially since now he doesn't have anything else to do so he entered to his email account. He spotted one message.

To: s. reid bau. fbi. gov
From: d. jackson af. mil
Subject: Hello :)

Dear Spencer,

I'm sorry that I disappeared without a trance and was unable to tell you anything. Jack was waiting for me at the hospital and once they told him it was alright for me to be discharged from the hospital, on the condition that someone would stay with me, he just put me into his car and took me straight to my home. I really wanted to check if you were doing all right, but I was so tired that I fell asleep in the car. I later knew that you were doing fine (I hope that this arm doesn't bother you too much) - Jack has his contacts all over the country. You understand, right?

So... I'm better now, healing pretty well, and resting at home.

That's all from me, for now. I hope to hear from you soon.
Regards,
Daniel Jackson

Reid smiled as he read the letter from Daniel, happy that his new acquaintance was doing alright. Well, it seems creating an email account was paying off. He was glad that Daniel wrote to him and after a while he wrote a short response to Jackson's letter.

To: d. jackson af. mil
From: s. reid bau. fbi. gov
Subject: Hello :)

Dear Daniel,

It's nice to hear that you doing better. Today is first day I've been able to come back to work, but I will be staying on desk duty about a week or so. I'm doing much better, thank you for your concern.

Take good care of yourself.

Regards,

Dr. Spencer Reid

SG-1/C.M.

Two weeks passed and now... now Reid was waiting with the guards in one of the most secret and most heavily secured place in the world - the Cheyenne Mountain Base - for Daniel to come and pick him up.
"Spencer."
Reid turned when he heard a familiar voice call him and saw Daniel in green military clothes with SGC and SG1 tabs. Reid could see both anxiety and relief in Daniel's face, as if the man were both glad and nervous to see him.
"Daniel, it's nice to see you."
They greeted each other and went to the elevator. Reid noticed Daniel glancing at his arm.
"It's better, I don't need a sling anymore. And you?" Reid answered. It was the Reid realized something was wrong. When they were in the bank Daniel was calmer than he is right now.

"Ah... My head is all right, but I still have sore ribs." Jackson answered unwillingly, seeming almost a little shy.
"Broken or cracked?" Reid inquired involuntarily. He had a feeling he already knew the answer.
Daniel sighed. He knew that Reid wouldn't give up if Daniel didn't give him a suitable answer.
"Um... both..." He made a sour face.
"Ouch… So..." Reid looked expectantly at Jackson, curious why exactly he was there.
"Well... in short we need advice from someone with a fresh mind and can look from, you know... an outside perspective. Before I tell you anything more though, you need to sign some papers. It's standard procedure, nondisclosure forms, that kind of stuff." He explained.

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After a while they were standing in a room where a big window was covered with some kind of metal shield.
"Behind this blast door is something that you probably will think is impossible and normally wouldn't need to know otherwise, but in this situation you need to know the facts. And the facts are that in1928 Professor Langford and his team found a strange, round object while on a dig in Egypt. Then, quite a few years later, in 1994 a failing Egyptologist, yep, that's me, helped to open the Stargate - that's what I called it after translating the hieroglyphs on the cover stones of the Stargate – and figured out how it worked. We've discovered that the Stargate leads to many different planets. So, we traveled to from one of these planets to another, met bad or good guys, brought back some souvenirs, saved the world a couple of times, died and been brought back to life a couple of times as well..." said Daniel and pressed some button on the consol in front of him. The blast door came up and Reid saw the Stargate in all its glory. Jackson just smiled when he saw Reid's face, his expression reflecting exactly the same feelings Daniel had eighteen years ago.
"It's..."

"Yes, Spencer, it's real and working and yes, we're not alone in the universe." Jackson answered and then look at his watch "Well, we should begin working because I don't want to keep you here for too long. Monday you have to return to Quantico."
Jackson took Reid to Colonel Carter's office where she and a few of the best specialists were working on some device.
"Colonel Samantha Carter, this is Doctor Spencer Reid from the BAU" Daniel introduced.
"It's very nice to finally meet you" she smiled at Reid and then show him device.
"What's the problem?" asked Reid looking at the device.
"Simply put, we have a new bad guy," Daniel begun with sarcastic smile. "We need to find a weapon to help us... well... eliminate him."
"We found this device with coded message. It's in the Ancient's language and Daniel can translate it but... this machine was designed to function and behave like a human brain. It reacts to us based on that. If it were only mathematical, we could handle this ourselves, but not with the psychological part. We need someone who can think outside the box." Sam explained.
"So... waste no time." Reid smiled and nodded at Daniel. Well... this will be a hell of a lot of fun, he thought. It's a pity the guys can't see this.

SG-1/C.M.

It was late Saturday evening when the two finally sat together in Daniel's office, resting after working nearly twenty-four hours with few breaks. They were very tired, but too excited to have any desire or ability to sleep. They were able to decode the message on the device and Colonel Carter, along with SG-5, was leaving in the morning to find the weapon.
Reid could tell Daniel was unhappy that he needed to stay on the base, but his still damaged ribs kept him behind. Doctor Lam did not give him permission to go back in the field.

Finally, they had some free time to just talk about anything.
Daniel was sitting behind his desk with his cup of hot coffee. Reid was staring at the books on the shelves.
"Nice room." he said and then saw a picture of a beautiful woman.

"Is that your...?" he began, interested.
"My wife, Sha're." Daniel answered. After a while he added "She was taken from me to become a host for a Goa'uld. While saving my life, my teammate Teal'c, had to kill her. We were married for just one year, but it was the best time. It was also the first good thing to happen to me in a while." He said honestly. Reid looked at him with sympathy.
"Why you can't you take painkillers?" Daniel asked him suddenly.
Reid didn't want to talk about it. It was too complicated and he didn't like talking about his personal life with just anyone. He sat in the chair and thought for a long while.
Eventually, Daniel gave him a gentle smile and lifted his shoulders.

"I see that we are a lot alike, Spencer." he said sipping his coffee.
"Why?" Reid looked at him frowning and trying to read Daniel's thoughts.

"We don't like to talk about things that hurt us. Talking comes to us with resistance. In private, we can cry. If it's bad enough, or we're devastated, we reach out to our friends." Daniel guessed correctly and that confirmed Reid's belief that the two doctors were so much alike.
"And about meds, Spenc..." Daniel continued and looked at Reid's eyes. Their eyes contact told Reid they were going to a very thin and dangerous ground between them, entering a very personal space. Yet, Reid was curious. Daniel's personality attracted him. A chance to talk with the person that opened the Gate to foreign planets was too strong for him to resist.
Spencer waited for what would Daniel say. His team mates had always suspected what kind problem he had, but Reid didn't think they knew what was really scaring him. That is wasn't just the drugs, but being addicted to them and the wide consequences of taking them.
The team has known Reid for so long that he didn't really think a person he'd met just nearly two months ago would know his feelings and the main reason for them.
"It's your mind, Spencer, which you're so afraid of. It scares you that you could lose all of the control you had. You're frightened of losing your mind and your brain would pull tricks on you. You're afraid you would hurt your friends and it would be your fault they were not be able to count on you." Daniel said and Reid just blinked and gasped at this all. Daniel had not finished yet, though.

"You were addicted to drugs, right? And that messed with you, with your control of simple things. The drugs took all the control from you. I know how it is, Spencer" he said gentle looking deeply into Reid's eyes. "I really do know. I was there, at that same point."
"H-how?" came the simple and short question from the surprised younger man.
Daniel looked away, thinking. He sighed and after a while he continued
"The Goa'uld had a sarcophagus that could bring you back to life if you were recently dead, and could heal your body, but extended use would also change your soul. I... ah, I got addicted to it. That thing messed with my mind. I hurt some of my friends and I almost killed Jack because of the withdrawal I had from it. It was hard for me to get to normal. I went through a breakdown, but I've got my friends who helped me pass through this. You need to know, though, it wasn't one single episode." Daniel drank his coffee and looked at Reid with a tired but friendly smile. He took his glasses off and put them on the table.

"Some time later, after one of our missions I come back with alien device in my body. I didn't know about it until I got sick." His voice was rusty and tired.
Reid shifted at his chair. What did Daniel want to tell him?
"I was diagnosed with schizophrenia."
At those words Reid almost fell from his chair. Daniel and schizophrenia? He himself was afraid of this and he knew that it must have been a terrifying experience for Daniel. He opened his mouth to say something, but Daniel overtook him.
"Yes, I lost my mind. I heard voices and had hallucinations. They had to lock me in this 'nice' white room and put me under some very strong meds." Daniel looked at his monitor and play with the now empty cup.
"I'm... I'm sorry..." Reid didn't know what to say. It was weird sitting here and listening to Daniel's painful experiences and not saying about himself. Daniel of his own free will was telling Reid about his painful past, but for unknown reasons Reid felt very comfortable with Daniel and even considered telling Daniel something about himself.
"You're right, Daniel, it's my mind that I'm scared of." He began and Daniel raised his eyebrow.
"Spencer, you don't have to..."

"I know and that's the reason. It's weird, but I feel comfortable talking with you about it. I can't understand it, but it's a nice feeling." he said to Jackson honestly, smiled and continued. "My mom... she... she's schizophrenic. And I'm scared that one day I may get sick too." He told Daniel straight forward and was surprised to feel some kind of relief. "And you're right. When it hurts too much, I find myself on the shoulder of one of my friends. Usually Emily or JJ..."
"You still got your parents, right? And your friends would do anything for you."
"Well... yes... with my parents..." Spencer took deep breath and then sight slightly, "It's a complicated thing..."
"It's good you had one of them still around, though, no matter what condition she was in. She's still alive." Daniel turned his gaze and looked at the open door.
"Your parents are dead." Spencer closed his eyes.
"Died in an accident in a museum. I was just eight and I... I went into foster care." he turned his gaze back at Reid and smiled, then he opened one of his drawers at the desk and grabbed an old album of photos. Then he took one and passed it to Reid.
"Gosh... it's really you?" Reid smiled seeing young, thin archaeologist with long, dark brown hair that nearly came to his eyes, but was stopped by big round glasses. A too big and old sweater hung on him. It was the typical image of an archaeologist, a nerd, a weirdo, or any term that you would use to describe him.
And if Reid would be honest they both even looked alike. Now Daniel looks more like a military man in this green uniform.
"So... Spencer, how did you end up with the FBI?" asked Jackson crossing his arms on his chest.

"I was in the FBI Academy and I went to a lecture of the BAU's SSA Jason Gideon and of course I opened a strong discussion with him. After that I was thinking it was more likely they would throw me from the Academy than to let me graduate. So when Gideon suggested me working for BAU, and then Hotch called and invited me to the meeting I was surprised. I saw an opportunity to use my abilities for good." Reid smiled at the memory. "And you and Air Force? What's the story?"
"I was presenting a lecture at an academic seminar. And because of my theory that the Pyramids of Giza are much older than they are thought to be, I lost my job and my study grant. Then I met Catherine Langford and she offered me a job. I ended up here working, but when I started it was more a civilian's job. When we opened the Gate, the Air Force took complete control. We on our first mission and I ended up staying on Abydos over a year with my new wife and family." He told him his story.
"But when she was taken..." Reid wanted to know more about this.
"Jack had the orders to bring me back. I didn't have anything to lose, I just wanted to bring my wife and her brother safely back, so I joined SG-1 and offered my skills and knowledge." Daniel got up from his chair and came to one of shelves trying to stretch his arms and legs from to long hours of sitting.
"How many planets have you visited?" Reid got up too, but just leaned on Daniel's desk.

"Do you really want to know?" Daniel smiled but answered "I stopped counting after two hundred and that was about ten years ago." he yawned. Reid was ready to ask his next question when Colonel Mitchell entered Daniel's office.
"Jackson." He called with a tone of voice specifically used when Daniel dis something ridiculous, stupid, or just pass out. "And of course Doctor Reid. Why aren't you boys sleeping yet? It's nearly two a.m. and I know that you would like to talk in the morning before you, Doctor Reid need to back to your home and the FBI." Mitchell gave them a cocky smile.
"W're goin' sleep." Once more, Daniel yawned and Spencer did the same thing, all the while smiling under his nose.
"Night" they said to the Colonel and both went to their rooms to take a well deserved rest.