A/N: Sorry for not updating sooner. I don't have an excuse besides playing video games a lot and being a lazy person. I was just waiting for the perfect inspiration, and after a few father/son fanvids of Gideon and Reid, I can finally say I've found enough inspiration to write on. Okay, here goes!
Chapter Two:
It was about time for work when he'd finished getting ready. Upon deciding there wasn't enough time for even a small hit, he left, deciding it would have to wait until later. Reid wasn't too worried about bringing his drugs into the bureau with him, despite the obvious danger. He'd always kept the vials in his bag safely hidden away where nobody would think to look. He was a genius, geek, goody goody. Nobody other than the teem would suspect drug use by him in the least.
Reid realize he was the first of the team there, besides Hotch, of course. This made him feel a bit more comfortable. It gave him time to settle so that he wouldn't attract too much attention. It's all he got lately considering he didn't hide the fact he was the most upset about being lied to for so long. Upon starting the work day, he grabbed himself a cup of coffee and got to work. For some reason, he felt something was going to happen. It was probably just the high finally completely wearing off.
About half an hour later, the rest of the team came in individually through a span of ten minutes. Right on time, like always. They never usually came in early unless there was an urgent case to attend to. Morgan greeted him good morning, and Reid couldn't help how false his smile looked. In all honesty, he was angry with Morgan. He didn't know why, and felt guilty. Morgan hadn't done anything wrong to him, but he was just an angry person lately. Thankfully, Morgan didn't question it.
"Looks like pretty boy forgot an extra cup of sugar this mornin'," he thought to himself, almost laughing at the thought.
It was a paperwork kind of day. No cases, just reports and consults. Reid was glad they didn't have to go anywhere. He just wanted to go home and relax. What he really wanted all day was to just shoot up and forget everything. He made it a little past lunch before he decided to just take a small hit. After finishing one last report, he proceeded to the nearest bathroom. Reid made sure he locked the stall's door, just in case someone wanted to be nosy.
With so much anticipation, he almost took too much. The hit made him pass out long enough for Morgan to start wondering. Moments after the fifteen minute mark, he headed to the bathroom. He walked in and noticed only one stall was occupied.
"Hey pretty boy... what's taking ya so long? Eat too much spicy food last night?" He laughed. When he didn't reply, Morgan repeated his name. This time, Reid snapped his head off the stall wall.
"What?" Reid asked. Did he actually pass out? Damn. How long was he out?
"You've been in here for 'bout fifteen minutes. Just making sure you didn't fall in." Morgan joked, feeling a bit better he didn't find the kid stuck in a toilet or something.
"Yeah, I don't feel too well today. I must have dozed off a bit." It was a good lie, and he was surprised he was able to snap back into the usual routine of lying. Sure he felt bad for lying to someone who trusted him, but he couldn't help it.
"I noticed you didn't put enough sugar in your coffee." Morgan laughed. "Well, if you do fall in, I'll be out there," he said as he left the bathroom.
Reid sighed a breath of relief. He'd have to be more careful, and mentally slapped himself for being so careless to not make sure he didn't measure it to his tolerance before cleaning up before. He thought it was kind of sad he was in such a habit he still unconsciously measured the drug. Hopefully he didn't do it in his sleep, or he might overdose. He felt sick for finding it funny, but he was too high to care.
Upon giving himself one check in the mirror, he noted his eyes were a bit glossy, but it was usual as of lately. He made sure to wear a sweater, obviously. He was just his normal "self" on the outside, but inside... well... he was completely different. He was making a choice, good or bad, for himself for once, despite what others want.
After work, Morgan asked Reid to go with him to a nearby club since it was Friday after all. Morgan wanted to get Reid out to have some stress free fun. He thought it would be good for him to get out and forget about what has recently changed upon the BAU. Reid denied his offer, but Morgan badgered him about enough for him to give in and go with.
At the club, Reid opted to stay seated with his glass of soda. Morgan insisted he drank a few beers at least, but he didn't want mix it with a very strong narcotic. Besides, he wasn't much of a drinker in the first place. After an hour of trying to get Reid in the spirit, Morgan realized there was something more than just the normal daily stress of the job.
"Hey... you okay, kid?" He asked after a moment of silence. Reid had been staring off. He remembered the look on his face from some other time, but couldn't put a finger on it.
"Yeah. I'm fine. Why?" Reid was honestly fine for the moment. There was just a lot on his mind.
"For a profiler, you're a terrible liar." Morgan laughed as he sipped his beer. Reid didn't smile.
"I just have a lot going on. Besides being screwed over and lied to by two people I trusted most," Reid said as he rolled his eyes. He knew Morgan knew he was still struggling with the trust "issue". This time he wasn't lying. He actually started to not care about their lies since he decided to remove them from his life. At least for the moment.
"Well, spill it, kid," Morgan became serious. He had a feeling it wasn't just normal adult life. Reid could usually cope with anything. He took care of his schizophrenic mother since he was ten. The only time he saw Reid like this was after Tobias Hankel and after Gideon left. Both were understandable... but what happened to put him in this same position.
"I don't want to talk about it." He knew he already said too much. Suddenly, he just wish he'd gone home early and went to bed.
"C'mon, man, you think I'm just gonna let it be?" Morgan was trying to ease the tension a bit. He didn't intend to pressure Reid to talking about something he didn't want to, but curiosity got the better of him.
"Look... I don't want to talk about it here... it's kind of not the right place and not very private." Reid hoped he would just drop it. He didn't want to talk about it at all.
"Well, Monday I'll come in early and we'll talk then when nobody's there." Morgan wasn't about to give up.
"Fine," Reid surrendered. In all honesty, he hoped Morgan would forget by Monday, but he also had a feeling it wasn't going to be that easy. Well, at least he had all weekend to think about what he's going to say.
The rest of the night at the club was filled with some good laughs as Morgan became less sober on the dance floor. They finally left, Reid driving Morgan home, then heading home himself. The entire time they were there, Reid surprisingly didn't have any cravings. He figured it was because he was too preoccupied by thinking about what he'd tell Morgan, if he did remember.
Sunday came and Reid realized he was almost out of syringes. He wasn't one to reuse them. He was an addict, not a junkie. He'd have to go to the clinic and get some more before tomorrow, when the chances of leaving for a case would be most likely. Knowing he should do it now before it got too late, he set off to get some more syringes for the road. He hated getting them from fear of someone catching him.
Morgan was out to head to the store when he saw Reid out of the corner of his eye walking out of the clinic with a brown paper bag. He knew the clinic. It's where a lot of poor and homeless people went for check ups, and also where junkies got their free needle exchanges. He would remember to ask him what he would need at that form of clinic tomorrow. For some reason, he felt it was part of the "thing" he didn't want to talk about. For some reason, he had a bad feeling about this.
A/N: Well, it's hard to write while listening to music. Sorry for any mistakes. It's like five in the morning right now and I am running on little sleep. I'm slowly falling into writer's block, although I have a general idea for the next chapter. If you have some input as to what I should add to the story next, or anything you'd like to incorporate, PM me or leave a review and I'll do my very best to meet your expectations. Thanks for reading and being so patient with me!