A/N: I already started on the 13th chapter and even though I only got one review, I really just want you guys to see these chapters! So here you go! The next one I'm going to keep until I get at least more than one review! I hope that you like how I'm treating this! I want to stick to as much of the original as I can because why mess with perfection. Enjoy!

It's nothing to cry about

Cause we'll hold each other soon

The blackest of rooms

If Heaven and Hell decide that they both are satisfied

Illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs

If there's no one beside you when your soul embarks

Then I'll follow you into the dark ~Death Cab for Cutie

Caitlyn stayed with Reid every second that she could. Before they could return home to Virgina, he had to be taken to the hospital to make sure that he was in good condition to fly and didn't suffer any kind of injuries that would take a long term affect on his health. The rest of the team waited for the two as Caitlyn sat in the hospital room with him as the doctors ran tests. The Dilaudid was still in his system and Spencer kept putting his hand on the crook of his arm where he was injected. There was no internal bleeding, and he was given instruction to get some rest and take some antibiotics to make sure that none of his wounds would get infected. He sat on the edge of the hospital bed, out of his dirty clothes and into new ones that he had in his go bag, waiting for the doctor to come back with the prescriptions. Caitlyn stood from the chair that she was sitting in, going to stand infront of the young doctor who was looking at the ground.

"Hey," she said softly, placing her fingers under his chin to softly raise his glance to hers, but the second their eyes met he began to cry. In response, the blonde agent began to cry as well. She couldn't imagine what he was going through, he would probably be tormented by nightmares and was put through hell. She felt worn out and exhausted from the whole ordeal and she didn't experience even close to half of the brutality. "It's going to be okay. You were so brave." The young doctor nodded his head and the doctor came in to give him his prescriptions.

When Caitlyn and Spencer arrived to the jet, the whole team tried to make light of the situation to make Spencer feel better, and he tried his best to let them know that he was okay.

"I'm going to live, I'm fine, really." He repeated over and over again. The second the plane took off he fell asleep with his head in Caitlyn's lap. She rested her hand over his head and played with strands of his hair. Hotch came and took a seat infront of the two, speaking softly to not wake the young doctor sleeping on her lap.

"I know, Hotch. I shouldn't have ran after the un sub without backup, I shou-" Caitlyn began but Hotch just held up a hand.

"That's not what I was going to say. Reid is going to need atleast a week or two off, and I want you to take the time off with him. It isn't a punishment," The unit chief said looking down at the young doctor, "he's going to need you." Caitlyn nodded, looking down at the beaten and bruised agent in her lap. When the plane landed everyone looked as if they had been to hell and back.

"Alright, Reid, get some rest buddy." Morgan said. JJ gave him a long hug, along with Garcia and Emily. Caitlyn smiled at the rest of the team as they got into her car and she began to drive him home. She pulled up and put her car in park, walking the young doctor to his house and opening the door with the key.

"Caitlyn," he breathed, looking at her, "will you stay with me?" Each time he looked at her all she wanted to do was cry and sob, he was there with her but her heart broke with the bruises that she saw and the bruises that she didn't see. She nodded and told him to go lay down while she made him a cup of tea.
"Uhm, can I wear like a shirt or something?" She asked, not having anything else but what was in her go bag which was all dirty.

"In my top drawer." she fumbled through and found a large oversized Cal-Tech T shirt and slipped it on, before grabbing the teapot off the stove and pouring him a cup of tea, handing it to him as she got under the covers.

"I never thought in a million years that I would have a really pretty girlfriend spending the night wearing my cal-tech t-shirt. All the other guys I went to school with would never believe it." Reid joked.

"Are you ok?" Caitlyn asked, "And I mean are you really okay. I know that Tobias drugged you."

"I'm fine!" Reid snapped, getting defensive when she brought up the drugs that were in his bag hanging a couple of feet away from them. Realizing that he had blown up he softened his voice, "I'm sorry, I'm just tired and yes I'm fine."

"Okay." Caitlyn answered, knowing that he was lying. She was getting better at profiling and noted his reaction to her bringing up the dilaudid.

"Well, we basically have a little mini vacation." she said sliding under the covers as Reid finished up his tea and put it on the night stand beside the bed. "We can do whatever you want to do, watch every season of Dr. Who, I can try and make breakfast in the morning-" she instantly backtracked knowing that she wasn't the best cook. "-I could grab us breakfast in the morning." The young doctor was already passed out asleep before she could even finish the sentence. Caitlyn kissed him on the forehead and curled tightly into him, taking in the scent of his musk of coffee and books that she never thought she would smell again and fell asleep herself. She was awakened by Spencer rumbling around in the kitchen.

"Good morning!" he said cheerily. This was not the same person that was crying in her arms the day before.

"Good morning?" Caitlyn asked, suspicious of his upbeat behavior. And what was that smell… waffles? "Are you cooking breakfast?"

"Yeah, I woke up early and started to read and was going to make you breakfast in bed but you woke up before me." He smiled as Caitlyn stretched standing up out of the bed. She knew something was up. Deluded like any other opiate caused euphoria, reduced anxiety and other effects that someone would get from a morphine drip. This was not the usual behavior for someone who had just been tortured and almost killed. Caitlyn's father was an alcoholic and she didn't want to make him feel attacked or cornered, she knew that he was high. So she swallowed the lump in her throat and smiled.

"There better be chocolate chips in those."

Throughout the next week or so, Caitlyn spent the night at Spencers apartment every night. She tried to ignore when he would sneak away or go into the bathroom and come out less anxious than usual, and she knew that there was nothing that she could do or say right now. He would shut down at some moments and would snap at her sometimes but immediately apologize afterwards. Other than that she was enjoying the time that she was able to have with him.

"So, we're going to have to go back to the real world soon." Caitlyn said, her head in his lap as he was reading out loud to her. Something that the couple had grown accustomed to doing.

"Not technically." Spencer said.

"What do you mean?" Caitlyn asked, sitting up and crossing her legs to look at her boyfriend. He looked over at her and cracked a small smile,

"We could have our own little world." he said, Caitlyn wasn't so sure if he was really high and going off on a tangent like he had done once or twice. The drug use killed her, but she didn't want him to push her away.

"What do you mean?"

"Well you've been here with me every day for almost two weeks, all of your stuff is basically almost here, and I really don't like you living in that motel." he started.

"You want me to move in with you?" Caitlyn smiled, "I don't know if you'd like me anymore after being around me at work and at home all the time."

"I want you to." he said, looking at her deeply in the eyes, pupils fully dilated, she looked away quickly but then leaned in to give him a kiss.

"Okay." she said, and the young doctor handed her a house key.

"So you planned this and knew I would say yes?"

"I didn't know but I was hoping you would." he smirked. Caitlyn kissed him one more time.

"I love you." she said, a twinge of sadness in her heart.

"I love you, also."

The alarm went off for the two agents to finally return back to the BAU. Caitlyn was nervous to how Spencer would react, but there was nothing that she could do. She walked over and helped him fix his tie.

"Are you ready?" she asked and the young doctor nodded and they made their way to the office. They were welcomed warmly,

"Welcome back." Gideon said to the two, Garcia ran up to give them both bear hugs. Reid went over to talk to Hotch and Emily approached Caitlyn.

"How's he doing, really?" she asked, Caitlyn didn't want to say anything about his drug use, this was something that could cost him his job, no matter how bad she wanted to get him help.

"As good as someone in his position could do." she responded as the team rounded up for their first case. Three men were killed in Houston, and the team was on it's was immediately after they wrapped up the details. Reid sat by himself on the plane as Caitlyn looked over the case files with the rest of the team.

"I'm going to set up a geoprofile to see if any of the victims came into contact with one another," Reid started.

"I can help you with that." Prentiss volunteered,

"I can handle it." Reid snapped back. All of the agents turned their gaze in his direction.

"I wasn't suggesting that you couldn't…" Prentiss responded.

"Well isn't that what it means?"

"Reid," Hotch snapped "Prentiss will help you with the geographical profiling and the victimology. Robertson you'll be coming with me to the field office." Emily looked over at Caitlyn who made sure not to look up from her case file. Reid was being extremely volatile and Caitlyn hated seeing him with this attitude and she knew all the other agents were picking up on it. After looking at the crime scenes and such the team was gathered around in the conference room, JJ entering with cookies in her hand.

"Are those cookies?!" Caitlyn asked excitedly, JJ nodded, one already in her mouth.

"One of the officer's wives made them for us, I guess that's what they mean by southern hospitality." JJ imitated a southern twang.

"What are you saying?" Reid asked over the sound of the construction outside. He ran over and closed a window with force, "How can anyone get any work done with all this noise."

"You're going to have to get used to it, there's construction all over here." Caitlyn stared at him wide eyed, chewing a cookie as she said so. Reid was looking over the map, scratching at his chin. Caitlyn noticed that he hadn't dosed up in a while, and he was showing signs of it. They found out that the un sub may be homeless, Hotch assigned Prentiss and Reid to go look at homeless shelters.

"You okay with that Reid?" Prentiss poked, Reid furrowed his brow.

"Yes." he grumbled. All of the agents looked at Caitlyn as he left she just diverted her gaze as she always did, not knowing how to explain his behavior.

"Caitlyn, I need to talk to you." Emily said as she busted into the precinct. Caitlyn stood up and followed hereunto the hallway.

"What is Reid's deal?" she asked.

"What do you mean?" Caitlyn said, trying to act like she didn't know what was going on.

"There is something the matter with him. He is hostile, he has no concern and was somewhat reckless when we were interviewing the woman at the homeless shelter." Emily spat.

"I don't know what to tell you," Caitlyn said biting her lip, "It's probably just PTSD."
"Bullshit Caitlyn." Emily whipped. They were interrupted by a little girl running in, her dad being attacked by a homeless man. Emily was able to talk to her in spanish and the man was going to be okay. The young girl was able to give them information that the un sub wasn't aware of what he was doing to the girl and her father that he attacked. Caitlyn tried to figure out the missing piece but the pressure of keeping Reid's secret and playing down his outbursts was putting stress on her, in addition to watching the man she fell in love with act like a complete stranger. It turned out that the un sub was a military officer whose convoy was ambushed and he was suffering from the most severe form of PTSD, and still believed he was under attack, a dissociation that was caused by an explosion on a building nearby when he was changing a flat tire. Someone in his convoy was able to get a location on him.

"Robertson we're going to need you to take a lead on this, we're going to have to try and negotiate and use a very detailed tactical take down plan in order to get him alive, he's had a lot of military experience." Gideon said, as all the agents started to suit up.

"That mean we're calling in my boys?" Caitlyn smirked, referring to the swat team.

"Yes, they're meeting us at the scene." Hitch responded as they all went to head out, Caitlyn stopped to look at Reid before she left.

"Be careful," he mumbled looking down at the ground.

"Are you serious?"

"Well your boys are going to be there, you'll be fine." he said sarcastically.

"Spencer you've got to be kidding me you're mad about that? Honestly I know that you're going through a lot but you need to pull it together or you're going to lose everything." Caitlyn snapped back, "What if something happened and this was the last time you saw me?"

She turned away to go meet the rest of the team and to go get the un sub. He was killed in the takedown, there was nothing that could be done. Caitlyn cursed under her breath.

"So how do you like the BAU Miss FBI?" Her old unit chief asked.

"It's… different."

"Well I knew you'd do okay. You always do. We miss ya."

The plane ride back to Quantico was silent, Caitlyn knew what was going on with Reid and she didn't want to be mad at him. It made her feel like a bad person despite what he was going through. When they walked into their home she immediately went to the bathroom and took a shower, changing into a pair of shorts and his Cal-Tech t-shirt that she had grown to love. Reid was sitting on a chair flipping through a book as Caitlyn sat on the edge of their bed, putting her head in her hands and threading her fingers through her blonde locks. She felt Spencer come behind her.

"I'm sorry." he said, placing a hand on her back. She wanted to yell at him, she wanted to scream and tell him to stop hurting himself. But the situation was so delicate she knew that she couldn't. She turned around to look him in the eyes.

"Spencer, please. Whatever you're doing, please stop it." she pleaded.

"I'm not doing anything." he got defensive again.

"You're not acting like yourself, you're edgy you were so mean to Emily, and it's not you. I know you're hurting and I love you and I just don't want you to lose yourself. Stop pushing us all away from you." But what she really wanted to say was stop with the Dilaudid.

He pulled her into his arms and kissed her on the forehead,

"I'm trying."