Fade.

Demons

Later that day when we had both woken up I decided to go out and get us some food. I figured to help make that poor angel's broken heart feel a bit better if get some comfort food. Chinese of course.

When I got back Reid wasn't on the couch anymore. I had only been gone maybe a half hour and he had been laying there when I left. Maybe he went back to his room.

He wasn't there. The bathroom door was closed so I walked over and knocked on it. I must've startled him because I heard him drop something glass and curse under his breath.

"Hey, food is on the counter. You okay? What was that sound?"

"N-nothing. I just dropped a glass. That's all."

Hm. He sounded nervous. Maybe he was still trying to calm himself down.

"Okay. Well when you get that cleaned up come eat. I'm not gonna let you starve."

"Okay. I'll be out in a second."

With that I walked away and grabbed my little carton of fried rice and a spoon and plopped down onto the couch. He did have a TV so I was left to my own devices.

"Did you get me fortune cookies?"

He almost made me have a heart attack but I laughed and nodded.

"Enough for at least two weeks. I don't understand why you like them so much."

"I don't either. I guess I just find the random and somewhat ridiculous fortunes amusing."

He grabbed his carton of noodles and sat down. Certainly in a better mood than before I left.

"You seem a bit happier."

"I just thought about what you said before and decided not to let it drag me down. Rather let it motivate me and keep me strong I guess."

"That's good. So no more hiding from me? Are you actually going to be my friend again?"

I shot him a cheesy grin.

"I mean, I did just by you your favorite Chinese food and I let you use my legs as a pillow for that gigantic brain of yours."

"I'll consider it."

He smirked a bit so I threw and packet of soy sauce at him and laughed.

"You dick."

"Don't throw oriental condiments at me young lady!"

"Oh so now you're going to act like Hotch? Fine then. I'll just take this back."

I grabbed his carton out of his hand and slid all the way to the other side of the couch. He laughed a bit and reached for it when I noticed his arm was bleeding.

"Spencer you're bleeding."

I immediately set the food down and scooted over to him causing him to pull his arm back and grip it.

"I must've cut it on the glass when it hit the floor."

"I doubt it would've bounced that high. Let me look at it."

"I'm fine really. It's just a scratch."

He stood up quickly and tried to play it off.

"Spencer what are you hiding from me?"

"Nothing. I'm not hiding anything."

"Then sit down a and let me look at it to make sure you're alright."

He stared at me blankly before looking down at his feet and whispering.

"I'm okay. I swear..."

I stood up and walked over to him extremely concerned not only for his physical state but because he was starting to act like a child that had been scolded.

"Spencer just let me see it. I'm not gonna do anything but look. It'll be fine."

He slowly stretched his arm out to me and kept his eyes on the floor.

"Please don't hate me.."

"Why would I hate you Spencer?"

I slowly rolled the sleeve to his pajama shirt up trying not to make the situation worse but I was absolutely not prepared for what I saw when I exposed the bleeding wound.

"Spencer..."

It wasn't a wound at all. It's was a track mark. A fresh one at that.

"I'm so sorry..... I couldn't help it. I-I just needed it so bad..."

He had begun sobbing and shaking fearing that I was going to yell at him. I pulled him into a tight hug say him on the couch and sat myself on the coffee table.

"Spencer please look at me."

He reluctantly brought his eyes to meet mine and I wiped his face with the sleeve of my sweat shirt.

"I'm not mad at you. I'm a little disappointed and hurt but I'm not mad. I understand addiction and I understand relapses."

"So you aren't going to storm out or leave me by myself....?"

"Absolutely not. I'm going to do the opposite. I'm going to stay here and help you but you need to tell me the truth okay?"

He nodded and looked back down for a moment before he look back at me.

"How long?"

I had his hand in mine to let him know I was there to help.

"A few months....."

"It was right after I started...wasn't it?"

He nodded again.

"But it's not your fault. I should've talked to somebody. It's not your fault."

I looked down at his arm again. He had been doing this for months and nobody noticed. I need to help him stop.

"Where is all of it? It needs to be thrown away."

"I dropped the last one putting it away."

"And you're telling me the truth?"

He nodded and brought me to his room and pulled out the small zipper bag.

"That's all that's left.."

It was just syringes and empty bottles of dilaudid. I stood up and took the bag to the kitchen him following behind.

"What are you gonna do?"

I got out a big metal bowl and crushed everything in it.

"I'm getting rid of it. And you're going to destroy that number and try to forget it."

He nodded as I dumped the crushed glass into the trash.

"I'm not letting you do this alone."

The next step was detox. That means pain and sickness for him for the next few days. What the hell am I going to tell the team?