Autistic Spencer Reid

Chapter 13

Morgan pulled out his phone and read the message from Emily giving him the all clear to take Spencer home.

"Hotch said that I can take you home, you ready to walk?" At Spencer's nod Morgan pulled him off the side of the table and adjusted his hand around his waist.

"You don't have to do that, I'll be fine," Spencer was already trying to worm his way out of Morgan's arm to walk on his own.

"Nope, not happening. I don't know why you refuse everyone's help, but I won't let you any longer. You know we care about you, right? That we'd never think you're a burden or find it a hassle to help you? That we want to support you and make your life easier?" Morgan looked at Spencer for a response but just received a non-committal hum.

"Woah woah woah, pump your brakes... Why don't you think we're there for you, that you're not supported?" At there clear discomfort and avoidance Spencer was showing Morgan stopped walking, as he was holding onto Spencer, Spencer also had to stop.

"Turn around," Spencer turned around but kept looking at the floor. "Look at me. Reid." Spencer slowly lifted his head but looked anywhere but at Derek.

"Answer my question please," Morgan wasn't going to ask Spencer to look him in the eye, but he at least wanted a response to his earlier question.

"It's just... you know what, forget about it. I feel supported, can we leave it at that?" Spencer turned to walk away but couldn't get far because of the arm wrapped around his waist.

"Spencer..."

"Fine! Okay, if you really want to know. You and the rest of the team have ignored what I've been going through before, okay?! You didn't acknowledge that I'd been kidnapped, drugged, tortured and ended up having an addiction. And don't say you didn't know because you and the rest of the team are the best profilers in the country! I've had anthrax poisoning that nearly killed me off, again! Gideon left, because who the fuck doesn't?! I have migraines for months and struggle to work and nobody seems to give a shit! And that's just the big things, the little daily things hurt the most. I don't understand a joke or sarcasm and what do you all do? Laugh and share secret looks. I stim and do things that are literally because of my neurotype and I get told to stop or to make sure others can't see. I get odd looks from people for wearing headphones or sunglasses, being sensitive to noises and light, and nobody says anything, they just let people say ableist things! So no, I don't feel supported."

Spencer broke free of Morgan's slacking restraint and huffed over to the elevator, leaving Morgan standing in the hall.

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Once Morgan had composed himself he followed Reid and found him sitting on the curb next to Morgan's car. As soon as Spencer saw Derek approaching he swiped at his cheeks and stood up, still not looking at Morgan.

Spencer swayed on the spot and closed his eyes, he seemed to be concentrating really hard on trying not to let standing affect him. Morgan swiftly walked over to him and helped Spencer into his car. Neither of them uttered a word but they were both well aware that Spencer had been crying and that Derek noticed he struggled with standing without getting symptoms and had helped him into the car to prevent them from getting worse.

The car ride was silent, neither of them said a word; Spencer was too annoyed and tired to talk, and Morgan didn't know what to say. When they arrived at Spencer's apartment Morgan tried to help Spencer into his building but he just shrugged it off and walked ahead, the only problem was that his apartment only had stairs and not an elevator, meaning Spencer would need help anyway.

Spencer huffed his way up the stairs but luckily he only lived on the second floor of his building.

"Just let me help you man," Morgan moved to support his arm but Spencer dodged it and carried on walking up the stairs. He got to the door, unlocked it and beelined to the couch, slouching in his seat.