Secrets Spencer Reid x Male OC

Chapter Four

Warning(s): could be interpreted as homophobia, a brief discussion of PTSD, mentions of kidnapping, torture, sexual assault

Words: 956

"Something is off about that Greenfield guy," Morgan sighed, setting his coffee down next to Garcia.

"What do you mean? I think he's great. Real nice, he's been here for 2 weeks and seems to already be besties with Prentiss and Reid and getting there with JJ." Garcia shrugged, turning around in her swivel chair.

"No, I mean, I feel like he's hiding something."

"Of course, he is, who here isn't? He also just transferred here from the CIA after an 'incident' which translates to some messed up stuff happened to him.

"Yeah, but also the fact that he's gay doesn't sit right with me," Morgen said, leaning against the table he had set his coffee on.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Garcia said her voice cold, Morgen didn't seem like the homophobic type, he never really addressed Emily when she came out but he wasn't negative about it.

"No not like that, I mean he claims to have come out when he was in high school as gay but married a woman in his twenties and got divorced shortly after but kept her last name?"

"I'm sure he had his reasons, it's not our business to look into it."

"It wouldn't hurt to look into him just a bit, who knows maybe he's killed someone before."

"Hotch would know if he's killed, someone. Haven't you killed someone before?"

"Just a bit of digging? For me? Nothing encoded, just some general stuff."

"Fine. But let it be known that I don't want to." Garcia sighed, turning in her chair.

"Thanks, baby cakes, appreciate it." Morgen sighed, resting his arms over Garcia hugging her.

"Where is Greenfield anyways?" Garcia asked booting up her computer.

"Taking the day off claims he has a doctor's appointment."

"Ran off to deal drugs, go murder a few people the worst of the worst."

. . .

"Now, Mr. Greenfield, how long have you been on testosterone?" Mrs. Luis asked, settling into her chair while Teddy sat stiffly on the long black couch next to her.

"4 months ma'am."

"That's a very short time to be on testosterone to be asking to qualify for top surgery. You are aware it's recommended to be on it for over a year at least."

"I'm aware of that, but there are exceptions. I've gone to therapy for over a year now and you have helped document my gender dysphoria, this is the next step I want to take. You have my statement of consent, what else do you need?"

"We want to be sure about this sort of thing, there is no going back after this."

"But I am sure! I've been sure for years!"

"We can look into getting you approved early but I want you on testosterone for another two months or so before that... I know how much you want this Teddy."

"Then let me get the surgery now, please I can't keep going on like this." Teddy practically begged, getting slightly choked up.

"Are you implying you're having suicidal thoughts?" Mrs. Luis said, leaning forward in her seat.

"No! No, I'm not suicidal, I just want to finally look like me." Teddy said hurriedly the last thing he wanted was for his therapist to think he was suicidal again, which always seemed to be more trouble than good.

"Now, you reported nightmares the last time we talked. What have those been like?"

"This- what? It happens sometimes, I'm diagnosed with PTSD, but I'm used to them. It's not that big of a deal," Teddy sighed regretting ever telling her about the nightmares he hated even thinking about them, he didn't want to relive that experience.

"But... they've been getting worse?"

"I don't know, I've been doing everything I can, I've been avoiding stress as much as possible, I've been taking my meds."

"But you're not avoiding stress, you have a job working for the FBI."

"I'm not giving up this job, I just started I can't-"

"The CIA has been helping you, you can take another break from work if it would help."

"But I want to get back into the field, I want to help."

"I really can't make this decision for you, you have been approved to go back into the field but I do advise against it,"

"You don't understand."

"No, I think I do understand Mr. Greenfield. You can't be alone with your thoughts because of all your trauma from the incident and you feel the need to justify what happened to you by locking up people like that."

"Stop being all vague classifying it as 'the incident'. I'm pretty sure one of my coworkers doesn't trust me because of how weird it sounds." Teddy muttered scowling at his feet he hated feeling like the victim.

"What would you rather it be labeled as? Kidnapping? Torture? Sexual assault? Attempted murder? You understand why we need to keep most of this stuff under wraps.

"Maybe if it wasn't so under wraps we would have caught the guy." Teddy snapped.

"We've reached the end of our time, I'll see you next week hopefully with a better attitude there is still a lot to process even though you can now function normally."

"Yeah. Whatever." Teddy sighed, grabbing his coat and walking out of the room. He hated therapy. He realized it was good for him, it helped but god did he hate it. He always got shaky after his sessions and now he had to go back to work right afterward he hoped it wasn't too obvious how emotional he was.

Every session had to be serious every Wednesday Teddy had to recount either his trauma, family problems, anxiety, or sometimes related to his gender. Granted was useful but was always incredibly mentally draining leading Teddy to be rude but sometimes he thinks it's deserved.

A/N super short chapter couldn't think of too much getting an itsy bit of writer's block and just trying to drag out these chapters to get to the fun part :)

-blu <3