Reluctance to work or make an effort; laziness.

Spencer can't get up. He hadn't tried but he knows. Not right now. He more slithers than anything. He wants water. He moves to crawling until he trips. Can you trip crawling? He starts to giggle. What is he doing?

He goes back to slithering to his kitchen. "What are you doing?" Something asks. Spencer squints and looks around. "York!" Spencer exclaims happily. "By jove, did you happen to see where we're going? I think my compass is broken," Spencer says. "Why are you crawling?" York asks him. "Not crawling anymore. Tripped last time. I'm a sloth. Can you get me some water?"

He's lifted up and held. York holds water to his mouth. "Am I Meriwether or William?" Spencer asks. York holds his face and looks him over. "You're Spencer Reid and I'm Derek Morgan. Spencer, what happened?" YorkDerek asks. Spencer blinks at him.

"I was trying to get water. I needed to find water. I'm so thirsty," Spencer whines. The man picks him up and takes him to bed. "Why didn't you get up and get a drink?" DerekYork asks. "I can't. It's too much work," Spencer says matter-of-factly. "Hotch, you better get here man. It's bad," DerekYork says.

A large man walks into the bedroom and Spencer smiles bright. "William! I must be Meriwether," Spencer says. He frowns suddenly. "Oh no. I have a bad few years in front of me," Spencer says. "Pretty boy, that's Hotch. Remember?" DerekYork says. He turns to look at WilliamHotch. "I broke my compass," he tells him seriously.

"Call for an ambulance," WilliamHotch says. Spencer closes his eyes. It's too much trouble to keep them open. He can feel his body shaking roughly. They must be hitting choppy waters.

Spencer wakes in the hospital. He looks around in shock. How had he ended up here? "Lewis," Derek says. Spencer quirks an eyebrow. "It's alright. William is here with me," he says. Hotch steps up at the point from the chair he'd been in. "York called me earlier. You had a seizure." Spencer bursts into laughter. "Are we the Corp of Discovery?" He asks.

Hotch leans down to his ear. "We are here under assumed names so that you don't get fired. You are in for one hell of a rude awakening, my dear sloth." Spencer's eyes go wide. "As soon as you're clear we are leaving here, with or without permission. We will then sign the papers to give you and York a three week LOA and you are going to come back clean or you are going to be fired and left for dead. Do I make myself perfectly clear?"

Spencer nods. There are tears running down his face from fear and shame and other emotions he can't even name. Hotch sighs. "I was scared for you. So was he," he mentions toward Derek. "You were acting weird. We knew there had been something going on and as loathed as we were to admit it, drugs seemed the most likely. We wouldn't be this upset if we didn't love you," Hotch admits.

Derek holds Spencer's hand. "I never want to see you lifeless again, Pretty Boy. That was the scariest thing I've ever had to see."