Neighbors (Spencer Reid x Reader)

Thirty

You didn't know how long the two of you were at that bench, but eventually the sun started to rise. Spencer, at some point, at fallen asleep with his head on your shoulder. The fact that he was able to sleep on you made you glad, but you were sad you had to wake him up. Unfortunately, you didn't think sleeping at a public park was smart. "Spencer. Spence." No reaction. "Baby boy, I need you to wake up," you said in his ear, shaking him gently. His eyes shot open in a panic and he jumped, startling you. "Spencer, it's okay! You're safe!" He took a second to notice where he was, then sighed. "Sorry. I-"

You cut him off. "I know, love. I know." It hurt your heart seeing him react like that. "We should head home. As he stood, you swore you could hear something that sounded like glass clinking in his pocket, but he didn't mention it so neither did you.

As the weeks went on, you noticed that the clinking continued. He would wake up screaming or crying, and you would comfort him, then he would excuse himself to the restroom. When he'd come back to bed, he would seem out of it. You wanted to ignore it. You really did. But it felt wrong. After a couple months, you couldn't let this continue. You woke up to the feeling of Spencer leaving the bed, so you sat up. "Spencer. I know you're on something." Silence. You weren't sure if he heard at first, then a sigh erupted from his bedroom door. "Don't worry about it, Y/N," he said quietly. "No. I'm worrying. You wake up in the middle of the night every single night. You get out of bed, you go away for a few minutes, then you always come back, doped out of your mind."

You turned the lamp on and walked in front of him. "Tell me right now what's going on, or I'm leaving." Spencer searched your eyes for something. He clearly didn't find whatever he was looking for, because he sighed again. "If you don't tell me what's going on, I'm leaving. And I'm not coming back."

"You don't mean that," he said meekly. You raised your eyebrows in response. "Yes, Spencer. I do. I will walk out that front door and I will not come back unless you tell me what the hell is going on and let me help. So what's it going to be? Are you going to let me help, or are we done?" Did it hurt you to be so harsh? Yes. Were you absolutely sick of his obvious addiction? Also yes. "It's me or the drugs, Spencer." He opened his mouth. Closed it. Opened it again. No words came out. He just looked at you, trying to speak and not having the words come out. After two minutes of it, you sighed. "See you around, Doctor Reid."

You slammed the door on your way out.