Okay, this is nothing like what I usually write, but I decided to get this weird story out of my head. This is not slash and is loosely based on the 2001 film Don't Say a Word mixed with a weird dream I had several weeks ago that is still stuck in my head, so I decided to write it.

I don't own CM, and it kills me to say it.

There was a lot of things David Rossi had seen in his long and illustrious career in the FBI, but this was a new one, even for him. Twenty four year old Spencer Reid had been in three different mental health facilities in the past eight years. He had displayed the classic tell-tale signs of PTSD after a neighbour called to his home one evening to see the young man standing over the mutilate bodies of his parents, covered in their blood. Over time his PTSD began to evolve and he seemed to take on signs of paranoid schizophrenia, a disease his mother was suffering from since he was two. He had been placed in the care of the state who, though there was substantial enough evidence to charge the boy with the murders of his parents, a mercy killing of his sick mother and a vengeful killing of his father, they felt that after a psychological assessment, the young man was in no fit state to stand trial and was instead committed to a sanatorium.

He was a model patient in all three facilities he had stayed in, taking his medications and being in no way bothersome, until last week, when he brutally assaulted the newest member of staff at the Emerson Sanatorium, where he was residing. He bit the man's ear off and had even gotten at his throat. The usually docile patient had been terrified since. Huddling in a corner, barely taking time to eat and sleep, staying ever vigilant. Not letting anyone near him and not even trusting the members of staff he had so long had good rapport with.

Usually such a case would not warrant the renowned FBI's Behaviour Analysis Units involvement, but since the event the man's behaviour made the hospital feel that a closer look into the young man's ability to stand trial and his part his parent's deaths was warranted. Hotch had presented the case to Rossi, who would interview the young man. If the rest of his team was needed, they would be called in. Thankfully it was a simple forty five minute drive each way to the facility and he was in the frame of mind best suited for the situation. Or so he thought.

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He got himself sorted at the main desk of the somewhat sterile looking facility. He was not permitted his gun, nor was he allowed any jewellery, belt or sharp objects. David Rossi began to see the line between hospital and prison blur as he noted the chilling similarities between the two. He followed the nurse through the halls until he came to the doctor in charge of Spencer Reid.

"Dr Mitre, I am here to see Spencer Reid." The Italian declared as he shook the doctor's hand.

"Thank you for coming. I know this sounds odd but there is just something not right about him since last week." The older doctor explained as he shook the agent's hand.

"How so?" Rossi sat on the chair opposite the doctor as he waited for more information of the man he was about to attempt to talk to.

"Well he has always been somewhat dysfunctional, he wouldn't be here otherwise. He would have stood trial. But the last week his behaviour has been uncharacteristic to say the least."

"About the parents, I read the file and it said the mother was ill with the same illness he has and that it is assumed he killed her out of mercy or pity."

"Or anger. His father had had enough of his wife and her illness and seldom bothered to help care for her, leaving the son to bath and clothe her, feed her, and care for her in every other capacity; perhaps he had met his limit. Sixteen year old boys are not renowned for their restraint." The doctor theoreticized to Rossi.

"And the father?"

"He was cheating on the mother, if you could call it that; she was not aware of what was going on around her, but he was not helping with her care, Spencer perhaps thought to get rid of him too?" suggested the doctor.

Rossi knew that it was very much a possibility; he had seen other cases that were somewhat similar before. "So what is so different now, what needed the detective from that case to think to call us in?"

"Now in my line of work I have seen a lot of schizophrenics and a paranoid one is one of the more common patients, but there is just something about Spencer's paranoia these last few days that is even drastic for his condition. For it to escalate to this level so drastically is unparalleled." The doctor elaborated.

"And all because he took some dislike to your newest member of staff?"

"Yes, Larry had only joined the staff here a mere two days before. It was his first encounter with Spencer. I was not in the room at the time. We have had three changes to our staff since Spencer arrived and he adapted almost immediately to them. He would be quiet and say nothing to them for a few weeks before slowly they would earn his trust, but with Larry, he entered the room with a food tray and according to the orderly down the hall who was closest, he just heard Larry say 'hello Spencer' followed by the man screaming. He ran down the hall followed by two other orderlies and a doctor and when they arrived to the room, they found Spencer with his teeth and hands to the man's throat. His ear torn off and blood everywhere.

Rossi grimaced at the scene the doctor had described. "Isn't it normal for people with that illness to be prone to violent outbursts?"

"In many cases yes, but they would show signs of violence beforehand. Spencer did not."

"With all due respect Doctor. You just informed me a few minutes ago that this young man brutally slaughtered his own parents, I would most certainly see that as a sign of violence." The Italian said bluntly. "How was he at school?"

"Exceptionally bright apparently. But socially, he was tortured by his peers. Many believe, myself included, that an event that had occurred earlier that week was the cause of him killing his parents."

"What happened?"

"He was stripped naked by his classmates and tied to a goal post." David stared at the doctor in disbelief.

Rossi's eyebrows shot up at the additional information. "Bright kid, sick mother, lazy ass cheat for a father and bullied relentlessly. He never stood a chance." He frowned to himself. "Well, I think I better meet this kid and establish what it is that set him off and altered him so much." Rossi rose from his chair, encouraging the doctor to do the same.

They headed through the halls of the hospital, stopping six times to open locked doors on their way, down a corridor and headed to the young man's room. The doctor unbolted the door and the two men went into the small cold room.

David Rossi gasped at the sight that greeted them while the doctor called out for the emergency medical team.

More soon.