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Hotch was livid when he heard the news of Reid's replacement. Luckily he heard it before they had him share a room with Reid. But how could he not say anything to the kid?

"Don't say anything at least for a while," Morgan begged. "You know how vulnerable he is. Hearing that Strauss knows about the drugs...that might send him over the edge."

Hotch cursed.

"Damn it I thought I was protecting him by not saying anything."

"You were," Emily said quietly. "And so was I. It's clear that she would have had him fired if she found out."

Hotch swallowed and nodded.

"He's just...been through so much, and now this?"

"We'll fix it," Rossi promised. "No matter what we have to to do."

That promise hung in the air as they were ordered to leave so they could wheel Hotch into his new room.

He had to not say anything, for Reid's sake. But how pissed off would Reid be when he realized what they were keeping from him?

The next few days was stressful. Reid was having nightmares through most of the nights. Hotch would wake up to him shouting and quickly get into the wheelchair that was kept next to his bed. He would then sit next to Reid and talk to him until Reid would sink back into a dreamless sleep.

Hotch wondered if Reid would ever stop having those nightmares. He wondered if he ever would too. One time he accidently woke shouting and heard Reid urgently calling his name. He felt embarrassed, flushed that someone saw this side of him. He looked at Reid and saw the pity in his eyes.

"Nightmare?" Reid asked softly, knowingly. Hotch looked away. He didn't deserve Reid's help. Not after what he did to the kid. But Reid wouldn't leave him alone. "Please...talk to me. You've done so much for me...I want to help you." The kid's voice was soft, gentle. But Hotch still hated the idea of asking for help.

"I still see him," he said finally. "Stabbing me. Taunting me over the phone...seeing him stabbing you through that video..."

Reid nodded.

"Foyet," he whispered. Hotch swallowed and blinked back tears.

"Even though I killed him I just feel it's not enough...I should have done more...reacted sooner...done things differently..." Reid shook his head.

"You need to stop being so hard on yourself. If anything you helped save me." He stared at Hotch. "I couldn't have made it through all that without you. I need you to know that."

Hotch nodded and turned away to face the window. He didn't want the kid to see his tears.

Late that night a figure snuck by the nurses in the hospital. The person crept towards Hotch and Reid's room. Slowly the figure went towards Hotch's bed and stuck a needle in his arm, making sure that Hotch wouldn't wake up. Finally the figure crept to Reid's room. Reid jolted awake as he felt a presence. He stared up at the person looming over him.

"Who are you?" He whispered, terror in his voice. The person smiled.

"I'm Dr. Malcom Walters...your replacement." With that Walters calmly stuck a needle in Reid's arm causing Reid to collapse. Quickly and effienctly he picked up Reid and, while carrying him, went to the window where he quickly snuck out of it and vanished into the night.