Torn Apart

April 18th, 2037

warnings:mention of drug usage. ig angst
words: 1055

Morgan stomped into the police station with a mad look painted across his face. He nearly shoved a detective to the ground. Once he got to the conference room with everyone else, except Reid, he slammed the door and made it very obvious he was upset.

"Morgan? What's going on?" Emily asked, with her classic concerned look.

"Reid's on dilaudid again." The whole teams expressions changed. Emily was scared and worried for Reid. JJ had to control tears, Hotch and Rossi gave each other worrying glances.

"What happened?" Hotch asked.

"He didn't remember anything. I found to viles and a needle in his coat pocket. I have the needle," he slammed it down on the table, "but I dumped the rest down. He got so angry with me when he saw me dump it. It's bad." He left out a shaky breath and sat down. He wanted to be mad at Reid. Or even mad at himself. He didn't know what to feel.

"Wait, where is Spence?" JJ asked.

"I told him to call a cab." Morgan replied.

"Why the hell would you do that? He could be anywhere right now. He could be jumping off a building or getting high right now or-" Emily set a hand on JJ's shoulder to get her to calm down, instead JJ fell into her arms sobbing.

Hotch started to dial Penelope. "Garcia. Find Reid now."

"Oh- oh, okay," she stuttered, expecting it to be Morgan, or for her to have something to do." She typed away at her desk and was able to find Reid's phone, "got it. 15th and Main." The team rushed out into two SUV's to find Reid. One car was Hotch and Rossi. The other was JJ, Emily Morgan.

"Morgan," Hotch said through the phone, "go around. He's going to be upset with you. I can't have him see you."

"Alright." He agreed, because no matter how sad that is, it was the truth. He was sure Reid hated him, and their friendship could probably never be restored.

They drove around for the next minutes until Hotch spotted him. Reid was sitting on the curb, playing the laces to his Converse. His hair was a mess and he seemed to be crying recently. Hotch parked the car a little down the street and walked toward Reid. He kept off his vest, though Rossi advised not to, he didn't want to scare Reid.

"Spencer?" He calmly approached. He was standing over Reid. His already slim body looked weaker than usual. There was cuts over his hands and he seemed out of it. Hotch started to hate himself in this moment for not noticing these signs before, but there's way too many killers that are in the way.

"Hey, Hotch." Reid quietly replied. He looked up at him, and Hotch eventually sat down He just just stared at Reid. Staring at the tiny micro-expressions, or maybe it was how pale his skin was.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He asked gently

"I don't know." Reid's voiced broke. He struggled to hold in his tears. He was biting his lip so hard he could taste the blood seeping into his mouth. He remembered when Gideon met him at a bar during a case. He told him how much he was struggling, but Gideon failed to help. (cough cough cm writers) Trusting Hotch was something anyone in the BAU could do. He'll keep their secret, he'll solve their problem and he'll do anything to help you. Right now Reid couldn't understand why something was stopping him from trusting Hotch.

"That's fine." Hotch hesitated, but then placed his hand on Reid's back. He knew how to comfort people and be a father. He could calm down his crying son and help victims families mourn. With Reid, or just this exact moment, it was different for some reason. He's always felt like a son to him, but he couldn't just hug Reid and ask how his school day was. It was different. Reid looked up to him, but it was more than just a master profiler or a badass fighter.

Reid rubbed his face and stood up, but nearly falling from getting dizzy. Hotch grabbed his arm gently, but Reid just pushed it away. His stubborn side was staring to show, mostly because he was tired, frustrated and just overwhelmed.

"Listen, I know you're here because you think you need to be. You don't. I'm okay. Me doing dilaudid isn't anyones biggest concern right now," Hotch's expression changed completely after Reid said this.

"Reid-"

"No. I don't want a speech about how much you care about me. Or about how the team is here for me. You guys sent me away! You saw I was a junkie and didn't even think twice about sending me to rehab. I couldn't see my mom, or you guys, maybe you could've visited and just never did. You know, theres one thing that I never told you guys about rehab, I saw my dad. Not like you'd even acknowledge that." His voiced sounded congested and a bit slurred.

"Wait, you saw your dad? Where? Reid are you sure? He was sentenced to 50 years in prison when you were a kid." The whole mood of the room, or street should I say, changed.

"Of course I remember, the hell do you think I am? And yes I know that his sentence is supposed to end April 18th 2037." He brushed his hair out his face.

"In the car now," Hotch rushed Reid to the SUV, "what was he doing?"

"Stalking me of course. He left gifts for me while I was at rehab, and I saw him more than once. Inside and out of the building. Before you ask, I hated you guys. That's why I never said anything. The only person who I told was Garcia. I made her promise not to say anything, and she's been trying to keep tabs on him." Rossi was trying to listen and understand what they were talking about.

"Care to fill me in?" Rossi asked.

"I need you to drive. In circles and don't go anywhere. Text Morgan that." Hotch demanded.

"What is even happening?" Rossi started to drive with no question, but he was left out on too many details.

"My dad is back" Reid replied as a camera shuttered from inside a building.