Sex, drugs, and rock and roll. (Not necessarily in that order.) Gerard rolled his eyes. "You say it was just blowing me for drugs but you also were asking me about the moment I knew I liked you as more than a friend or bandmate... Don't you think I wonder the same about you? You and I both know that 'like' doesn't exactly describe what we feel for each other." He hated when Gerard was right. "Is that some sort of confession or an attempt to pry one out of me?" "Both." Frank and Gerard are forced into sharing the only honeymoon suite in the shittiest motel in town while touring they have the day off and decide to spend the late afternoon in February of 2004 by going on yet another bender/binge. With nowhere left to hide, they're forced to finally admit to themselves and each other what they have felt for one another all along, swap spit and swap drugs simultaneously, and make the most of being crammed into a room designed for wedding nights.

Two months after surviving Tobias Hankel, Dr. Spencer Reid struggles to forget every detail of his documented trauma and has a gut instinct that leads him to believe he's forgetting undocumented trauma as well. Having undergone a mandatory psychiatric evaluation in order to return to work immediately after being rescued, Spencer is diagnosed with a slew of mental health conditions, as well as a late diagnosis of ASD and ADHD. He's trying to adjust to his new ADHD and anxiety medications that allow him to seemingly function better than ever before. Sure, the meds make it easier for him to throw himself right back into his work despite the trauma and the anxiety meds are messing with his ability to remember key elements of his trauma at all... but is that such a bad thing? He's the best he's ever been. He's found the perfect balance in pill bottles. His concept of time and reality may falter, his ability to eat or sleep is nonexistent these days, but that's just a side effect that he can live with if it's what allows him to feel like a profiler rather than a helpless victim. The doctors had reassured him that he would adjust eventually and that although he was being prescribed narcotics, there was little to no recreational or abuse potential. That dependency and addiction weren't something he needed to worry about. Nothing worse than temporary side effects. He did, however, think it odd that he enjoyed what he presumed to be the most intense and notable side effects. He was fine. Everything was fine.