Rehab
Disclaimer: CBS owns Criminal Minds, but I own my own mind...
Summary: The team goes undercover at a rehab facility to capture an unsub...
A/N: Another one of my older favorites that really needed to be re-edited and decided to post them with several stories that were similar to this plot. Enjoy.
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"Until I went to rehab, I didn't understand what I did." Aaron Neville
"Ok group, why don't we go around and introduce ourselves and tell us what brought you in?" the doctor said looking at the patients.
"My name is Taylor" a teenage girl said, "And I'm in here by court order because the judge is a jealous bitch."
The doctor's eyes widened in surprise, "And?"
"Oh, because I've apparently I drove drunk and drove my car into a police cruiser." Taylor said.
Dr. Reese nodded, looking over at a blonde woman, who shrugged.
"My name is Gigi" the blonde said, "And I'm a kleptomaniac. I like to steal... Well anything."
"Good" Dr. Reese said seeing her eye his watch, he rolled his sleeve down, "Moving along."
A shaking man, looked up, "Oh. My name is Tim, I'm a drug addict. They said I overdosed, but I think they're lying..."
The door opened, an a male doctor peered his head in, eyeing the patients then Dr. Mitchell.
"Steve, can we talk?" the man asked.
"Sure, Phillip" Dr. Mitchell said, "Continue Dr. Reese."
"Your turn" Dr. Reese said looking at the brunette.
"I'm Bree and I like sex" the brunette said causing the male security guard and the two eldest doctors to chuckle, "I guess I'm what they call a sex addict."
"Ok" Dr. Reese said, biting his lip, he turned to the man who looked beyond annoyed, "Your turn."
"Yeah, my name's Eric" the dark haired man said folding his arms across his chest.
"Eric, why don't you tell us why you're here?" Dr. Reese asked looking up at the scowling man.
Folding his arms across his chest, "They tell me I have issues with anger and a problem with the bottle." Leaning back in his chair, "I honestly don't see an issue with either."
The young man nodded, "I understand. But what brought you here?"
The man huffed out a sigh as he eyed the security guard standing near the door watching the small group having joint therapy.
"Excuse me? Dr. Reese" Bree said, "But when are we going to get to other peoples problems? Because this guy" the brunette eyed the man up and down licking her lips, "Doesn't want to talk, there are others here who would."
"Speak for yourself" Gigi said rubbing her head "I don't belong here."
"Ladies please" Dr. Reese said calmly, "You'll both get you turns, but right now it's Eric's turn."
Eric chuckled flashing his dimples at the two women, the blonde rolling her eyes but the brunette leaning in.
"What are you doing in about..." the brunette looked at the clock, "Five minutes? That's when the lunch bell rings."
Eric raised an eyebrow at that, but when he looked over he seen the persistent young doctor raise an eyebrow while his supervisor watched both patients closely.
"Bree, Eric" Dr. Reese said, "Now is not the time for inappropriate behavior."
Bree turned her head to look at the young doctor, "When would be the appropriate time, Doc?"
Dr. Reese cleared his throat, he looked over at the blonde, "Gigi!"
Gigi's head popped up, "What?"
"Give Tim back his wallet" Dr. Reese said looking at her.
"Fine" Gigi said tossing the wallet back at the shaking patient, "How long were you addicted?"
Dr. Reese looked from the shaking man to the blonde, "And that's lunch everyone. Meet back here in thirty minutes."
Reese looked up to see his supervisor nod at him to come over while the group left the room followed by the muscular security guard.
"Yes, Dr. Mitchell?" Reese said.
"Doctor," Mitchell said, "I just wanted to let you know that the head of the facility is still awaiting your references from the previous facility you worked. So this group is the only one that you can run until the paper work comes through."
Reese nodded, "I understand, Dr. Mitchell."
Dr. Mitchell gave the young man a smile, "Go on, get some lunch before the group comes back. You'll need all the energy for this one."
Reese laughed, "Ok. See you in thirty."
Walking down the hall, Reese looked up to see a door open, he was grabbed and pulled in.
"Shh" a young woman said, "It's just us Reid."
"Did you plant the bug?" Emily asked, "We need to figure out if the unsub is either one of our group therapy patients or one of the staff on Mitchell's staff."
"It's planted by his desk" Reid told the team.
"Wasn't it creepy how Dr. Mitchell was eyeing us?" Emily observed.
"He seems a little unorthodox, but that could just be his method to treatment" Morgan said scratching himself in his security uniform.
"We'll just keep an eye on him as well" Hotch said turning to Morgan, "Call Dave and Garcia to double check the staff..."
"What do you all think you're doing in here?" a young red head said eyeing Emily and JJ, "Dr. Mitchell is going to be so mad when he finds out..."
Morgan grabbed the red head, "Hey, hey. Get your hands off of me..."
Looking down at her patient tag, "Lindsay Gordon" Morgan read then looked at Reid, "You're 'on staff' here do something."
"Lindsay" Reid said in a soothing tone, "I need you to keep this a secret..."
"Secrets? I've got lots of them" Lindsay said, "Did you know that I was the girl that John Mayer wrote 'Your Body is A Wonderland' for? True story."
Hotch frowned as he exchanged a look with his team.
"Oh, really?" Reid said walking out with her, "Did you know statistically..."
"What was that?" JJ asked confused.
"Pathological liar" Hotch said, "Come on, we better get back to group..."
"You just want to hear more of Princess' come ons to you" Morgan teased, "Now why can't I have been anything other than the damn security guard?"
"Hey, at least you're not the sex addict" Emily grumbled but seen a smirk on Morgan and JJ's face.
"Mm hmm" JJ said with a raised eyebrow, "Tell me you find that hard."
Rolling her eyes as they left the small room, "Whatever you klepto."
Walking back in to Dr. Mitchell's office, they see the doctor look at the suspiciously.
"And where did you find these three?" Dr. Mitchell asked with a raised eyebrow trained on the three agents.
"These two were going at it in the supply closet" Morgan said indicating the two brunettes, "And this one was trying to take off with some stuff from another patients' room."
"I find that highly offensive" Emily said giving a mock glare at Morgan.
"You know what I find offensive?" JJ said with a smirk on her face, "You making out with every man you come across."
Rolling her eyes, "Jealous, Sticky Finger?" Emily said mockingly.
"Everyone in your seat!" Dr. Mitchell said in a loud voice making the five profiler's look at him with a wary eye.
"Please go back to your seat..." Reid said, "Taylor, Taylor put the pen down."
"Sorry" Taylor said, "I've got to remember not to react on first impulse."
Reid turned his attention back to Hotch, "So Eric, tell us about your first episode that resulted in anger or alcohol?"
Hotch groaned, he hated this case. Not only was he suppose to accept open flirts from the woman who made him stay in his office all day hard, but now he was forced to open up about his emotions? Not a job he wanted.
'Damn Rossi for being to famous to be in this undercover op' Hotch thought bitterly. Looking up he seen Emily bat her eyelashes at him and felt the butterflies flutter in his stomach.
"I actually think out of everyone I have the least serious problem" Hotch said, "Go to the Bling Ring girl here."
JJ glared at Hotch's comment, and heard Emily chuckle at that.
"Or you can go to the female Tiger Woods..." JJ threw in only to feel a kick to the shin from Emily.
"Quiet, Barbie" Emily said teasingly, looking over at Hotch, "You going to answer the cute little doctor?"
"I'm not only an addict, I'm also addicted to internet porn" Tim said, "Well porn in general. And corn dogs, God I love those corn dogs."
Emily seen Morgan resist the urge to laugh, but JJ couldn't she burst out laughing.
"Corn dogs?" JJ chuckled, seeing Reid give her a look while Taylor raised an eyebrow.
"What kind of porn?" Emily asked staying in character, eyeing Hotch in a blush worthy manner.
"Getting back to the topic at hand" Reid said when he seen the looks shared between the dark haired agents "Bree, you said you liked sex, but you didn't characterize it as a problem."
"Because it's not a problem" Emily said, "Sex is a natural thing, people do it all the time. Why should I be singled out for being an functioning member of society while enjoying myself?"
"I see so you medication of choice is gratification? Your file said that when you were twenty years old your college professor caught you in... a compromising position with three other classmates," Reid asked "You don't see that as an addiction?"
"Listen Doc" Emily said, "Do you know the actual definition of addiction?"
"Do you?" Reid asked while the group, Morgan and Dr. Mitchell watched like they were watching a ping pong match.
"Addiction is a compulsive behavior that has a negative impact on everyday life" Emily said "And if I were a betting woman... I'd say that those mismatched socks you've got on are a part of some regimented order that you go through every day. Would you characterize that as an addiction, Doctor?"
Reid crossed his ankles and moved them towards the side, as he cleared his throat, "Well I haven't had any issues that affected others because of my behavior." Reid said then looked over at the two non agents in the group.
"She does have a point" Tim said, "Why should our little vices be singled out when their is so much more out there in the real world?"
Taylor rolled her eyes, "Because our actions affect others? Right?"
"Brown nose" Tim muttered glaring at the teenager.
"Can you all get back to the therapy?" Dr. Mitchell muttered looking at a file in front of him.
"Ok, lets move it along" Reid said turning to JJ, "Why do you choose to steal when you come from money?"
JJ licked her lip, as she got back into character, "Because I like the attention. Good or bad attention."
"How about we focus on somebody else?" Emily asked, "Because it seems we're taking up a majority of the session. How about Tim or Taylor?"
"Well, the last thing I remember before waking up in county jail" Taylor started, clearing her throat, "Was I hope I remembered where I parked my car."
JJ raised an eyebrow at that, while Hotch and Emily both frowned.
"Hate to be a parrot, honey" JJ told her, "But you already told us that you totaled it. You know... crashing into a police squad car."
"Oh yeah" Taylor said, shrugging, "Then I'm all good."
"Tim?" Reid asked, "You said you overdosed. Tell us about that."
"Don't really remember" Tim told the group, "Did a drug, woke up in the hospital and was told I'm coming here."
"And how do you feel about that?" Dr. Mitchell asked from his desk.
"Not so good" Tim pondered, "I'm thinking it's because of my addiction to corn dogs."
JJ bit her lip to keep from laughing, while the two outsiders and Dr. Mitchell looked at her snorting in laughter.
Reid looked over at Mitchell, who nodded, "Ok, does anyone have anything they want to contribute?"
Taylor raised her hand, "Yeah, why do you wear mismatched socks?"
The two undercover female agents walked down the hall towards their shared room when they heard Dave on their earwig.
The brunette nodded to the blonde walking back to Dr. Mitchell's office while JJ went to the main office.
"You've got to be kidding me" she muttered picking the lock to the door, "Garcia? Where's Hotch, Morgan and Reid?"
"They had an issue..." Garcia said slow and hesitantly.
"What kind of issue?" JJ asked sneaking into the clerk's office, "You know we could've used couple of extra hands..."
"There was a scuffle between that Lindsay girl and Taylor" Garcia told the two, "Seems Lindsay got the better end of a Grandfather clock while Taylor got arrested."
"I knew there was something off about that girl" JJ said, gasping in shock as she read a file, "Get the guys back up here now!"
"JJ?" the brunette called out, "Jayje what is it?"
The brunette looked down at the opened file cabinet when she sensed a presence and looked back.
"What are you doing in here?" a male voice called out.
"Oh" Emily faltered, plastering on a fake smile, "well you know..."
"No Bree, I don't know" Dr. Mitchell said, "Are you... are you trying to come on to me?"
"Huh?" she asked, "What?"
"You need serious help for your addiction Bree" the doctor told her, "You need to learn to control you impulses, not seek attention."
"Well duh, I know that" she told him lamely, closing the file drawer with her foot but keeping her gaze trained on the doctor.
"Oh my God" she said, when she saw the door open, "What are you doing?"
She felt her jaw drop open when she watched the doctor's body collapse to the floor with a hit to the back of the head.
When her eyes trailed up to the doctor she felt her heart pound inside her chest while the man pulled out a gun.
"Hands in the air" Dr. Phillips ordered, pointing the gun at her chest, "Walk to me."
"What do you want?" Emily asked, raising her hands while slowly walking towards him. She knew that both Dave and Garcia could hear them due to the planted bug.
"It's time to make an amends, Bree" Phillips told her.
Schooling her features, she knew that this was their unsub not Mitchell, and quickly glanced down at the doctor on the floor.
"You killed all those people, didn't you?" she asked, "Why? You're a doctor, you're suppose to help people in need."
"I am" Phillips told her, "And I am helping them, by relieving them of their burden on their families. And I've got to tell you it feels amazing."
That sent a course of rage and anger through her, she could hear the frantic calls of her team from the ear wig but her sole focus was on the smirking bastard in front of her.
"You're not seriously going to shoot me, are you?" she asked, putting on a flippant attitude, "Tell me you're not that stupid doctor."
"What?" he asked.
Shaking her head, she knew how to play an egotistical man like him. Hit him where it hurts, metaphorically speaking.
"God, you must have been such a disappointment to your parents" shes told him in such a cold tone, that it would've made Strauss shiver.
"What?" he screeched out, this would've made her wince but she needed to stay focused on surviving.
Walking towards him with a raised eyebrow, "You. Disappointment. Parents." she clipped, "Does hard of hearing come with the medical degree?"
Phillips eyes went wild with rage, "I can't wait for you to be already dead."
"Go head, shoot" she shrugged her shoulders in a nonchalant manner, but inside her pulse was racing, "See how far you get when you shoot a patient in a hospital. Bet you won't even make it to the parking garage before your sorry ass is caught."
The sound of the door opening made the brunette's eyes briefly travel towards the door interrupting their ongoing battle while Phillips' gun went off along with Morgan's.
The next thing Emily knew she was being helped off the floor, opening her eyes she saw Hotch and Dave helping her up while her eyes to where Phillips was.
"What happened?" she asked, "The last thing I remember is the gun going off..."
"You were out for less then three minutes" Hotch admitted, "I rushed you like a linebacker when the unsub's gun went off."
"And Morgan?" she asked, looking for her friend and frequent partner.
"Saved you from being shot at" Morgan said, "I accept gratuitous in the form of cookies and brownies."
Dave went to Dr. Mitchell, who was coming to, looking at the four agents, "I take it none of you are really patients, are you?"
"No sir, FBI" Dave stated, "Agent David..."
"Rossi" Mitchell finished, "Big fan of your work."
"And that's why he wasn't allowed to go undercover" Emily muttered, "Too recognizable."
He saw her look around for the two, "JJ and Reid are smoothing things out with the hospital's director and chief of staff."
"Ok" she said, relief sweeping through her seeing him visibly exhaled, as one hands still held onto her arm.
She could tell he didn't want to let go, and couldn't bring himself to tear away so she reached her hand up to separate contact from him and saw an immense loss on his face but saw his face light up when she held her hand out to him.
He looked over at her, and saw the grateful look on her face and flashed his dimples pleased when he saw a flash of tint hit her cheeks.
Both dark haired agents knew that things were going to be a lot different, for the better.
A Danish Proverb said, "He who is afraid of asking, is ashamed of learning."
To Be Continued...
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