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It was fast approaching 11am and Reid hadn't finished half of the work he normally would in the three hours he had been at the office. His head was still pounding, looking up and around to see where his colleagues were. Finding their desks empty, he rested his head back onto his chair, closing his eyes. He still found no relief, in fact, the movement only succeeded in making him nauseous as well as in pain. Groaning quietly he tipped his head forwards, trying to find a position that alleviated some of the pressure. Not realising he was being watched by three of his co-workers.

"See what I mean?" Morgan turned to Hotch, taking his gaze away from the gap in the blinds. "He's not focused, he's temperamental, he seems to spend half his time trying to relieve some sort of headache. It doesn't look good, Hotch."

Hotch kept his face unreadable, serious as always.

"I know." He said, plainly. "What do you think it is?" Knowing deep down what Morgan's answer would be.

"I hate to say it, man, but..." he paused, trying to think of the right words. "I think he might be using again."

Rossi furrowed his brows in confusion.

"Using?"

"Don't you see the signs? Irritability, headaches, confusion. It's like we're back at where we were four years ago." Morgan said in frustration. His protective older brother act coming into play. Rossi in return, shook his head.

"Reid has more sense than that, Derek." He countered passionately. "He wouldn't willingly throw himself back into that."

"But how do we know what's going on with him, Rossi?" Morgan asked, almost angrily. "All an ex-addict needs is an excuse and they can be right back on the slippery slope-"

"But Reid never made that choice to take the drugs in the first place though, did he Morgan? - That's what you told me!" Rossi was getting frustrated now. He knew Morgan was only looking out for Reid, but labelling him as some sort of weak junkie was, in his opinion, not the way to go about it.

"He made the choice to keep taking them though!" Morgan replied, equally frustrated.

"That's enough." Hotch intervened with his commanding tone, silencing the other two agents. "I agree with both of you. It doesn't look, he is behaving like he is using again, Morgan, you're right. But I agree with Dave... I don't think he would put himself back there again."

Sighing Morgan walked over to Hotch's desk and sat down in the spare chair, hopelessly.

"So where does that leave us then?"

Hotch eyed Morgan and Rossi carefully.

"Well... there is always one more possibility we haven't considered." Two other two agents gazed at him questioningly. "I don't like it, but we can't rule it out."

"Schizophrenia." Rossi finished off Hotch's thought. Morgan's head dropped into his hands.

"Oh god," he muttered under his breath. Hotch moved over to Morgan and spoke confidently.

"We have no proof of anything yet. Just keep your eye on him, that's all. And we'll review the situation in a couple of days."

Morgan looked up at Hotch, as if to say 'is that all?'. Hotch nodded. Rossi was still watching Reid through the blinds, deep in thought. Letting out the deep breath he didn't know he'd been holding, Morgan stood and left the room, taking one last glimpse at Hotch as he did so.

"You know what you have to do if either situation arises, don't you?" Rossi spoke, the tension laced in his voice.

Hotch paused for a second, the breath catching in his throat.

"I know." He replied, solemnly. He quickly pushed the thought of losing his youngest team member out of his head and returned to his desk to finish his paper work. Soon, Rossi followed suit.

Reid glanced at the clock. 11.32am. Looking up, he saw Prentiss working hard opposite him and he could hear Morgan on the phone. He almost envied their ability to actually do their jobs to a regular human standard. Suppressing his frustrations he stood and made his way over to the coffee machine again. This was his fifth cup of the day. This is a personal record. He thought wryly to himself.

He waited at the machine whilst it poured out some of the steaming hot liquid into his cup. He mixed in his usual mountain of sugar and returned to his desk. Sitting back down he automatically looked to his cell phone, which would normally be to the right of his keyboard. Rolling his eyes he felt his trouser pockets, then looked in his jacket pockets. Feeling his frustration increasing, he stood, pulling his satchel out from under the desk. He searched through every pocket, getting more and more tense with every failed exploration. Clenching his jaw, he pulled open each drawer on his desk, one by one, still finding nothing.

By this point, Prentiss and Morgan were looking at Reid with concerned expressions.

"You alright, Reid?" Prentiss asked. Reid pushed back the overwhelming urge to uncharacteristically swear at her.

"Just can't find something." He said, trying to appear nonchalant.

"Do you want some help?" Morgan intervened. Reid tensed.

"No, Morgan! I don't need any help. Thank you. I can manage just fine by myself!" His raised voice attracted attention from quite a few members of staff, Hotch, Rossi and JJ included. Hotch peered through his blinds, careful not to distract. Rossi stood in his doorway, and JJ approached Reid from her office.

"Spence! Are you alright?" She asked, concerned.

Reid leaned onto his desk, clutching his forehead and squeezing his eyes shut. It was an act of desperate frustration.

Through gritted teeth, he replied.

"Why do people keep asking me that?"

JJ was shocked by his reaction to her, she looked to Prentiss and Morgan for support.

"Reid, maybe you'd better sit down." Morgan pressed, moving to put his hand on Reid's back.

"No!" Reid shook himself free of Morgan's grip. Making his way back to the coffee machine he was muttering to himself. "It must be over here, I left it here, I must have." When he found nothing, he took to desperately pushing cups around the kitchen work surfaces, checking the cupboards (even though he knew he hadn't opened them) and even going so far as checking the sugar bowl. The team looked to each other, deeply worried about his erratic behaviour. Hotch was just about to come out from his office to try and talk some sense into him, when Jason scooted his way over to Reid.

He grabbed his shoulder firmly.

"Spencer!" He forcefully turned him, so he was looking him directly in the face. "Spencer, look at me." He did, breathing heavily. "What the hell's going on?" He spoke quietly but firmly. "I could hear it from down the corridor."

Reid felt slightly embarrassed at this, but didn't pull himself away from his new-found friend. Sighing tiredly, he spoke.

"I've lost my cell phone."

Nodding in understanding, Jason led Reid back to his desk and sat him down. The team watched in fascination at the way Jason seemed to be able to put a lid on Reid's emotions. It was clearly a gift.

"Right, so where have you looked?"

"Everywhere Jay! There's nowhere else it could be... and I know I brought it into work this morning."

Morgan intercepted.

"You're sure?"

"Yes!" Reid snapped.

Morgan held his hands up to his colleagues, surrendering. He sat down, trying to ignore the situation.

"Where've you looked?" Jason asked, calmly.

"What's going on?" Hotch interrupted, in a serious tone.

Completely ignoring his boss, Reid answered Jason.

"Everywhere! Like I said."

"Spencer, specifics...specifics."

Hotch furrowed his brows at the two men who were seemingly ignoring him.

"My desk, my bag, the kitchen, the floors, my jacket. Anywhere it could possibly be, I've looked!"

"What is it your looking for?" Hotch attempted to intervene again.

"Have you tried your pockets?" Jason continued, paying no attention to Agent Hotchner.

Reid looked at him as if he was stupid.

"My pockets?" He started unconsciously patting his trouser pockets. "Of course I've checked my-"

Reid's face dropped into complete shock. His hands shook and his heart was thumping so fast he felt like it would jump free from his chest. His right hand reached into the trouser pocket and pulled out a small cell phone, his small cell phone. His face went pale. The expressions on the faces of the rest of the team were a complete mixture. Hotch's was still slightly unreadable, there was obviously a hint of concern. Rossi who was still stood by his office, finally made his way over to the railing that separates the higher level from the lower level, and listened intently. JJ just exchanged nervous glances with the other members of the team. Prentiss looked genuinely worried. But Morgan, had a mixure of all their feelings, along with the addition of feeling quite angry and frustrated that it was a man who had known Reid for just over a week who had got him to talk.

Still reeling from the shock of finding his phone in his pocket, Reid's mouth dropped open and he almost fell back into his chair. He looked exhausted. Running a hand through his hair, his gaze darted from one team member to the other, he felt the overwhelming need to explain himself.

"I.. I have no idea how that got in there. I swear to you guys, I checked my pockets. I swearto you!"

JJ smiled at him affectionately, however the concern was still evident.

"It's okay, Spence. Stuff like that happens."

"Not to me." Spencer answered in a weak voice.

Exhausted he dropped his head into his hands. Hotch then nodded to his colleagues to get on with their work. Hotch was a man of few words when he needed to be. However, Jason stayed, just for support.

"Reid, my office, now." It wasn't a request.