A/N: Well... No excuse... Just life catching up. Now have a counselor for my cutting and depression issues and a boyfriend that I've been with 7 months now. Been cut free for a month now. Haven't been on in a while and I apologize, I know you've all been waiting. So hopefully I don't mess up, as I've forgotten the details of my fictions. Here goes...

The next morning Reid woke up, Gideon was still asleep, so he decided to just lay back down for a coupole hours until he heard him finally climb out of bed. There were noises in the kitchen and in a few minutes he heard the coffee maker start. In another few minutes, he could smell it too. So, this was the perfect incentive to get out of bed. He walked into the kitchen with a sly smile on his face.

"I had a feeling you'd finally get up and stop faking sleep if you knew there was coffee done." He gave his own sly smile to Spencer. He should have known, Gideon may be a little rusty from the time away from the BAU but he could still profile better than himself.

He reached for a cup and poured his own, making sure to add sugar to it before sitting down at the table across from his mentor. It was quiet a few minutes, but not the awkward silence that was oh so usual for them. It was peaceful, a calm moment of no fighting or arguing, just relaxation with a friend.

"So... how did you sleep?" Gideon eyed Spencer for a few moments before he answered, taking note of every single one of his behaviors, but found nothing to prove he was lying when he said he'd slept fine. Maybe he was just getting good at lying, or maybe things were starting to turn around for them. Maybe, just maybe, the fight was over and it was all getting better. He didn't get his hopes up though, because he knew it was a fight, a long one at that, and it would be a lot harder than just a good night's sleep.

"Well I'm glad you slept good. Maybe we should go for a walk or something today... it's supposed to be warm, I hear."

"That'd be great. I'm tired of being stuck in this house anyways. It'd be nice to get out, even to just walk." He said with more happiness in his voice.

"But..." He said holding up a hand. "You need to eat before we leave, please."

"No promises. I'll try... but not promising anything."

After about half an hour, Reid had ate more than Gideon thought he would, sure he had to lay down for a while so he didn't make himself sick, but at least he ate a lot for once. Gideon could see everything getting better, and because why? Maybe it was the talk they had last night during chess?

They had both made their moves, and Gideon winning every single game so far, but they were still both having a good time in the silent conversation over the chess pieces.

"So how did this all start? If you don't mind me asking." Gideon said softly.

"Well... my mom was really sick, and everyone else was happy... all I could do was worry about her. I blamed myself, thinking if I would have just stayed with her and not sent her away that I could cure her. I believed I should have been punished, so I took a knife to my arm. It felt good, so I did it again and again. I told myself enough was enough but I started doing it every day."

Gideon thought for a few moments, letting it all sink in. "But it's not your fault. Realize that. Realize you don't need a blade or knife to feel better. Just think, she could be worse, but you took care of her when you were just a kid. You did good. Better than what most could do. What you did was best for her and for you." Gideon said reassuringly, getting a smile from across the chess board as he made his last move.

"Checkmate." He grinned.

"Rematch?" Gideon asked.

"If you think I can't beat you again, then so be it." They set up the board again, starting the game over.