Toxicity (Spencer Reid X Reader)

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stay safe out there on election day if you're in the US💙 this one is gonna be short

TW: DRUG ABUSE

I AM IN NO WAY TRYING TO FANTASIZE DRUGS. if you are suffering from an addiction, call the national addiction hotline 1-800-662-4357.

You wake up and roll over to the side of the bed. Lately, you've been waking up to breakfast every morning. Rehab really changed Spencer.

You thought that once your relationship with Spencer changed then you would get better.

That was far from the truth.

Even after going to therapy, you never brought up your drug addiction. You never brought up anything important if you didn't need to.

You are continuously telling yourself that you will stop when you need to, but still shooting up in the bathroom at work. You have a problem, deep down you know it but you don't want to admit it to yourself.

Your body is dependent now but it also makes you feel better, it numbs the pain.

You don't even understand why you feel pain either. It's hard to talk about it, let alone identify a single problem.

You slowly get out of bed and make your way into the kitchen.

There were two plates at the kitchen table, cups with juice in them. Spencer was waiting for you to wake up.

Your head is slouched and you are walking very slowly, you sit down in the seat and grab the fork sitting next to you plate. You play with your food for a bit.

Spencer walks by and gives you a kiss before sitting down in front of you.

"So, how did you sleep?"

"I slept fine, what about you?"

"Yeah, me too."

You look down at your plate as you play with your food

"Are you okay?" Spencer looks at you.

You glance your eyes up a little to look at him, "yeah, why do you ask?"

"No reason, are you going to work today?"

"Yeah, why wouldn't I?"

"I don't know, just asking."

You and Spencer were having the most awkward small talk. You were annoyed for some reason, you didn't really want to be around anyone right now.

You barely touched your food before going into back into the bedroom, where you struggled to get dressed.

You don't know why, you just didn't have any energy.

You went into the bathroom to look at yourself. The dark circles under your eyes were getting bigger and you were losing weight.

You walks out of the bathroom and go into the living where you put on your shoes.

Spencer asks if you're ready, you grab your keys and head out the door.

It was a quiet walk to work.

When you arrived, it was pretty normal. Briefing, jet, then Hotch assigned you with Spencer to talk to the victim's family and friends. You got an SUV and went to talk to the families.

Your hands were shaking, you were waiting to get to the police station.

Finally arriving at the station, you excuse yourself to go to the bathroom. You pause and look up at yourself before grabbing the bottles from your pocket.

The bottles read fentanyl.

You wanted to be careful with this because fentanyl is far more dangerous than heroine but you were dependent on this.

You took out a needle with a syringe and stuck it in the bottle, sucking up the clear liquid.

You roll up your sleeve and stick it in the inside of your elbow. You immediately feel the rush, you felt better.

Until you hear a knock at the door.

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