spencer reid - one shots.

- numb

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     She woke up screaming, thrashing around in her own bed. Paislee kicked off her blanket, scrambling up against the headboard of her own bed as she stared into the abyss.

The woman let it all out, tears uncontrollably gliding down her face, as if they had engraved a pathway on it from the numerous times she'd cried this week. It had been a month now, and it seemed like Paislee wasn't making any progress.

She was still the same; weak, devastated, and lifeless.

She couldn't take it; she didn't know how. Every night was the same—waking up from nightmares of her entire family's corpses—only to find herself in a world she didn't have any place being it. And the dried blood and scarring on her chest and legs was evidence.

It hurt so badly.

Paislee stood up, her legs wobbling underneath her. She caught herself on her nightstand, standing up straight and exhaling slowly. As if on a mission, she went to the bathroom, shakily throwing open a drawer. Relief washed over Paislee once her eyes ran over the tiny glass bottles; a reminder that this could all go away.

And she needed it to. Paislee grabbed them bottle, a sinking feeling coming into her stomach. This wasn't right; and she knew it wasn't.

Yet, her uncontrollable urges led her to tie off her bicep, cutting off her circulation as she plunged the syringe into the bottle. Her hands shook violently, anticipating the blissful feeling as the needle entered her vein.

Paislee gasped lightly, the calmness washing over her. She pulled it out, slowly setting the syringe next to her as she leaned over, closing her eyes and letting it all sink into her body.

It numbed every sharp pain in her body; the searing pain on her stomach now slowly fading, along with her doubtful thoughts. Paislee felt herself slowly forget—the only thing on her mind now being this drug.

She smiled at her own reflection, letting out a shaky breath. Another day. She could make it another day.

—

Spencer Reid, the moment his team landed their jet, took off running to his car.

"Whoa whoa whoa!" Morgan called out to him, making the man look over his shoulder, a large and excited grin on his face. Morgan found himself laughing, wondering what was making the kid so happy these days.

"We still gotta do case evaluations. Where the hell of you think you're going?"

Spencer's shoulders slumped miserably at the realization, remembering that those were a thing. He rolled his eyes, letting out a heavy sigh and he slowly walked back to the office.

"What's got you so excited, pretty boy?" The dark-skinned man cheekily smiled, throwing an arm around his shoulders.

"I was going to see Paislee tonight, but after the evaluations it's going to be too late." Spencer said with a small pout, upset that he couldn't see the woman's beautiful face that made his heart stop in all ways.

Morgan clicked his tongue, shaking his head. "It's never too late for love, Reid."

"It is if she's dead asleep." He deadpanned. "But she's been having trouble sleeping everyday, and it's worrying me. I don't know how to help her."

"Have you tried sleeping with her?" Morgan asked bluntly.

Spencer's eyes widened, heat rising to his face as the wild thoughts forced into his imagination as a result of Morgan's answer. "No!" He wriggled defensively out of the man's grip, staring at him with embarrassment.