It'll Never Be The Same

badge and gun?

Reid's POV

"Reid we need to talk" I hear but don't look at who it was.

"REID NOW!!" I look over to see Hotch standing there.

"WHAT!?"

"I heard that you are refusing treatment and therapy. Why?" He asked.

"I don't need it. I'm fine."

"Reid, you tried to kill yourself. You are in a locked psychiatric facility on a 72 hour hold. You do need help."

"I don't want it." I spat out

"Fine, but when you get out, I will expect to have your badge and gun on my desk. Along with any cases you brought home. Understood?"

"WHAT THE FUCK!?"

"If you refuse treatment, you are not allowed on the team, you are a liability." He explained and walked out.

I sat there in my room pissed off. He had no right barging in here to yell at me. I'm fine. I don't understand why everyone thinks I'm not.

I hear a knock at my door and look over to see Giddion standing there. He gives me a small smile and walks over to my bed.

"Well Hotch was kind of a dick." He said. I kinda chuckled.

"Look Reid I understand that you think your fine. But your not. You hurt yourself. Hotch and the team are just worried about you. I know you don't want to lose your badge and gun. I know the rest of the team would be so hurt if you choose to leave because you don't want to get help. Reid please just talk to someone. We want you back. We want you working with us again. We all miss you so much and we need you back. We love you so very much Reid, just remember that. I'm not going to yell at you or tell you that I'm mad because you don't want to get help. But I will tell you I hope to see you back at the BAU soon."

I smile at him then he leaves. I'm left alone to think.

**Time skip 3 weeks**

I've been going to therapy for the past 3 weeks and I'll be back at the BAU in a week.