Toxicity (Spencer Reid X Reader)

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disclaimer: 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 thought that if Spencer was going to lecture you, he would do it by himself. But he told the entire team and they are going to try to give you an intervention.

You stand there awkwardly. Spencer gets up and asks you to take a seat.

"No."

"Okay," he says awkwardly as he goes to stand near the rest of the team, "we're a little concerned about you."

"I don't know what you would be concerned about."

"Your drug addiction," Hotch says.

"I don't have a drug addiction."

"You look so thin. It's clear you're not eating or sleeping," Spencer says.

"This isn't any of your concern. Spencer had no right to tell any of you about anything. Now, can you all please leave."

"I will not allow you to go back to work if this continues," Hotch says.

"Fine, I quit," you throw your hands up in defense, "leave."

Spencer walks up to you and tries to put his hands on yours but you push them away, "don't fucking touch me."

You glance over to the team. They are surprised to see you act this way. But you didn't care anymore. You were so irritated with everyone. You just wanted everything to stop.

Spencer gets a grip on your forearm, "you need help."

"Tell me that again, tell me that a hundred more times and it still does nothing. Let me go or you'll regret it."

Spencer tightens his grip.

You use your free hand to punch him full force in the face.

You hear a couple of gasp from some of the people sitting on the couch. Spencer looks at you, his body language suggests that he might hit you back, "are you going to hit me again? Choke me? Tell me you're glad my mom died?"

The team is shocked to see you act this way. You revealed that he abused you to the entire team.

You go to walk out the door because you just wanted this whole thing to end.

Hotch gets up and stops you.

You turn around, "what?:

"Give me your gun and badge."

You pull the gun and badge from your holster and throw them at the ground, the safety was on the gun so you didn't really care about throwing it.

You walk out and slam the door. You pull out your phone as you're running down the steps. You open the contacts and press on your friend's number. You put the phone up to your ear and listen to the ringing.

She picks up, her voice sounded tired. "Um, hey, can I please stay over at your house? Just for tonight."

"Yeah, you're always welcome here."

"Okay, thanks."

You hang up and walk quickly out of the apartment building. You make your way down the path to your friend's house.

You didn't want to ask her to come pick you up because she probably had her kids with her and she couldn't just leave them to come pick you up. It takes a while to get to her house. You make sure to text her when you're there so knocking doesn't wake up the kids.

You've met her kids before. They were good kids and they considered you family.

She responds with 'ok' and shortly comes to the front door and unlocks it. She opens it and steps aside, you enter and she lightly closes the the door while locking it.

You thank her repeatedly. She's done so much for you.

"We're you sleeping?"

"No, I was just tired."

"Oh okay, I can find a blanket and stuff if you need to go to bed."

"No, no. Let's sit and talk. We don't really talk as much because we both have jobs now."

She grabs a blanket and a pillow from another room. She puts them on the couch while turning on the living room lamps and sitting down.

"How are the kids?"

"Lily won her spelling bee."

"Like a school wide spelling bee?"

"Yup."

"Holy shit, man. That's like awesome. You are raising a little genius."

She smiles and rolls her eyes, "how are you and Spencer?"

"We have been doing okay. But like it's really hard because he went to rehab so he's better now but I can't just forget everything that he did."

"Yeah, I understand. So, did shit get bad again?"

"No, I'm just struggling. I fucked up and quit my job."

"You're doing H again, aren't you?"

"I did fentanyl."

Her body language gets really tense. She seems so shocked that you told her you were doing a very dangerous drug, "what? please tell me you're kidding."

"No, I'm not."

"You need to quit that shit right fucking now. Anything, literally anything, other than fentanyl. I know people that have accidentally done it but you are knowingly doing it."

"I'm fine, I haven't died yet."

"Dude, you look fucking awful. You seriously need to get help before that shit destroys you. You wonder why you aren't getting better but then you go and do this shit."

"I-I'm," you try to hold back tears, "I'm struggling so bad right now." The tears start to flow down your cheeks.

She goes to sit next to you and gives you a hug while she rubs your back.

"I know, I'm sorry," she pulls away from the hug.

"I just have so much shit and I don't know how to deal with it."

"Let's just start with one thing at a time. Let's start by getting you through withdrawal and getting you clean."

You nod at her.

"Thank you so much."

"It's what friends are for."