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Honey
Author: BlueHarlequin
Chapter 2
Disclaimer: Nothing of Criminal Minds belongs to me; this is not for profit. No copyright infringement intended.
Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, UST, drug use
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A/N+: Set somewhere after/between episodes 2.20 to 3.02 because this is the time I can ascertain that Reid may have gone to detox. Episode 2.19 is when he says as part of the arsonist’s profile “arsonists are like drug addicts and would be almost impossible for him to quit without help” so I am guessing this is when he reached out to Gideon. Then from estimates in later episodes (for how long he’s been clean) when he finds Gideon’s letter in episode 3.02 is the last time he does drugs. References to 2.17 “Distress” and a short scene from 3.02 “In Birth and Death (In Name and Blood)” in Milwaukee.
Hotch + Reid
Summary: Addiction Series 2 - Reid struggles with his drug use and turns to the one person who has never abandoned him.

Hotch stared at the phone in his hand and thanked whatever powers that be that Haley had taken Jack over to her sister’s place for a weekend visit. He had a feeling this was not something that could be solved quickly. If in fact it was what he thought it was, then he needed to prepare himself a bit. Grabbing his go bag he pulled out the usual changes of dress shirts and slacks and replaced them with t-shirts and jeans. Looking up at the clock he saw that it was a little past midnight.
Hotch rang the bell and knocked a couple of times before pulling out the key to Reid’s apartment. The rest of the apartment was dark but he could see a sliver of light emanating from the bathroom door down the hall. One of Reid’s shoes lie in the middle of the floor and for a brief moment the senior agent wondered if he should pull out his gun. He walked down the hallway and slowly opened the bathroom door. Reid was lying crumpled on the floor shivering in the throes of withdrawal. Hotch was shocked, Gideon hadn’t said anything about this and for a moment he was angry at the older man. Hotch picked up the used syringe and placed the cap back on it. He grabbed Reid’s cell and the bottle of Dilaudid and went in search of the kitchen.
Coming back with a glass of water he sat on the floor next to the young man. Hotch checked his pulse and was relieved when he found it to be slow but not unusually so. Shaking the youth slightly he spoke to him, “Reid? Reid? Wake up.” The younger agent’s eyes fluttered open then closed again. Hotch pulled him up into a sitting position. “Spencer!” This time his eyes popped open and he regarded the older man with a glassy look.
“Hotch? What?” He swayed and put his hand up to his mouth. The unit chief flipped up the lid on the toilet and shoved him towards it. After throwing up earlier, Spencer had very little in his stomach. Nevertheless, he bent over the toilet until he clutched at his stomach to stop the dry heaves. Hotch stood up and ran the water in the sink. Reid jumped as the man handed him a damp washcloth. He sat, leaning against the porcelain bowl wiping his face and staring at the other man. When he put down the cloth the unit chief handed him the glass of water. Reid drank half of it in small sips trying to recall why he had though it was a good idea to call his superior. The senior agent hadn’t spoken to him yet but just continued to lean against the sink and stare at him calmly.
“What do I need to do?” He finally asked. Reid was shocked. He had been expecting the third degree.
“Aren’t you going to say something about this?” He asked instead. The withdrawal was making him dizzy and irritable. He was spoiling for a fight. Reid knew it wasn’t fair that he was taking it out on Hotch when the person his resentment was for wasn’t present. It was easier to be angry than to breakdown and cry.
“What do want me to say? I’m unhappy you didn’t ask me for help sooner?” The older man continued to observe him. “Spencer, I’m here as a friend, not as your boss.”
He suddenly realised that was the second time the senior agent had called him by his first name. Reid looked the older man over. He was dressed in a t-shirt and worn jeans and was certainly not in “SAC mode.” Since he had no response for that and apparently Hotch was going to let him vent his frustration upon him, Reid was at a loss for what to do next. This was quickly descending into the most awkward moment of his life. Putting down the glass of water he moved to get up. Strong hands grabbed him and held him steady as he lost his balance and toppled over. Hotch picked him up bridal style and Spencer squeaked in embarrassment as he was carried to the bed. The older man dumped him there then went back into the bathroom. He came back a few minutes later with the glass of water, another towel and a waste basket.
No sooner than he had sat the bin down in front of him Spencer had to throw up again. His throat stung as the water and bile came back up and he grimaced in disgust. What must Hotch be thinking of him? At least when Gideon had taken him to the clinic it had only been a group of strangers that witnessed the level he had sunk to. He sat there for a few moments waiting for the nausea to pass before placing the wastebasket back on the floor. Hotch was rifling through his bureau drawer. He was about to ask what he was doing when the man threw a pair of pyjamas at him.
“You need to change. Your clothes are soaked through.” Reid fumbled with the buttons on his dress shirt for a moment before looking at them in annoyance. He jerked as his hands were gently batted away. Hotch kneeled in front of him and began unbuttoning his shirt. Spencer’s breath hitched as the man pulled his shirt off then grabbed one of the wet washcloths from where he had placed them on the nightstand. The young man closed his eyes as the senior agent wiped the sweat off his chest and back. He tugged the pyjama top on over his head then his hands dropped down to unbuckle his belt. “Lift your hips.” Hotch wiped down his legs after he removed his slacks. Spencer let his mind drift a little bit as the man helped him put the bottoms on. He hadn’t needed anyone’s help to dress since he was very little so the act was taking on a very different meaning for him. The man’s gentle touches left his skin feeling ultra sensitive and he wasn’t sure it was from the drugs or something else. He lay back on the bed as Hotch gathered up his clothes and tossed them in the hamper.
Reid looked up as he dragged a chair next to the bed. “Will you stay?”
The older man nodded. “I’ll stay for as long as you need me to. Go to sleep. We’ll work this out in the morning.” The young doctor closed his eyes and tried to go to sleep, all the while hyper aware of the man watching over him.

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