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The young man made his way down the sidewalk in the late evening light. The street he was on looked somehow familiar to him, but he couldn't recall why. He passed a few houses until he saw one that stood out to him. He recognized it, too. He found himself walking, well, maybe closer to stumbling, up to the house as his legs began to feel weak. He knocked on the door and stood there, waiting.

As he heard someone approaching and beginning to unlock the door, he started to feel lightheaded and the world began to spin around him.

"Reid?" He barely heard the voice before his knees buckled underneath him, and he was only vaguely aware of the arms catching him and stopping him from hitting the ground.

"Reid?" He heard the voice calling him from far away. "Reid!" It was a little louder now, and he began to hear other sounds around him as well. He slowly forced his eyes open, blinking a few times as the blurriness began to fade away. He was lying on a couch, but he couldn't remember how he had gotten there. He stared at the ceiling above him while trying to negate some of the confusion that filled his mind.

"Reid. Reid, look at me." He moved his gaze away from the ceiling when he realized that someone was talking to him. He knew the man. He was sure of it, but it took his brain a moment to connect the face with a name.

"Hotch?" He saw the worried expression on Hotch's face lesson a bit. "Wha...what's going on? What happened?"

"You passed out." He tried sitting up, but a wave of dizziness swept through him.

"Take it easy, Reid. You need to lie back down." Reid let Hotch gently push him back down onto the couch, and he closed his eyes until the dizziness passed. When he opened them again, Hotch was watching him carefully.

"Why am I at your house?" Reid asked.

"You don't remember coming here?" Hotch asked worriedly.

"No... Why am I here?"

"I was hoping you could tell me. You showed up here and passed out on my doorstep. That was ten minutes ago," Hotch told Reid. "I called Dave. He was in the neighborhood, so he should be here in a minute. We were going to take you to the hospital if you didn't wake up by the time he got here."

There was a soft knock on the door, and Hotch went to let Rossi in.

"How is he?" Reid heard Rossi ask.

"He's awake, but he doesn't remember coming here."

Reid tried to sit up again. He forced himself to stay upright and closed his eyes as another wave of dizziness came over him. He felt a hand on his shoulder and looked to see Hotch kneeling in front of him again.

"Reid?"

"...I'm okay."

"Come on. We're going to take you to the hospital," Rossi said.

"No, I'm fine," Reid tried. "I don't need a hospital."

"No, Reid. You're not getting out of this. You don't remember coming here, so you can't know that you're fine either."

"...okay." Reid finally agreed when he realized he couldn't argue with that. He stood up and swayed slightly. Hotch's hands steadied him.

"You think you can make it to the vehicle?" Rossi asked.

Reid nodded, and they made their way outside. He could feel Hotch and Rossi watching him closely, ready to catch him if he began to sway again. They made to Rossi's vehicle without incident, and Hotch opened the back door for Reid before getting into the front passenger seat.

"Reid, what do you remember?" Hotch asked after a minute.

Reid knew this question was coming, but he didn't have an answer for it. "What day is it?" he asked. His question earned him worried looks from the two men in the front seat.

"Saturday," Hotch replied.

"I...I don't remember anything after leaving work yesterday," Reid said as he realized he had no recollection of the past day.

"Nothing?"

"...nothing."

"Are you hurt anywhere, Reid? I didn't see any injuries besides a few scratches on your face."

"No. I don't think so, at least. Just a bit dizzy still. I feel...drugged," Reid admitted. His own statement sent a shiver up his spine at the thought of it. It was a feeling he had never wanted to have again.

The next couple hours passed in a bit of a blur for Reid as the doctors and nurses passed through his room, asking question, drawing blood, and doing other tests, until he was finally allowed to rest.

Reid stepped out of the elevator into the parking garage. As he made his way to his car, an uneasy feeling crept upon him. He looked around him as he felt like he was being watched, but he saw no one.