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Edge of Insanity

Hatochiisai aka Ahmose Inarus

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Criminal Minds or any of its characters.

SLASH WARNING!!! Hotch/Reid,

CHAPTER 4

Reid spent the night in the infirmary, and was given his breakfast. He barely touched it… just nibbled a couple of raisins out of his oatmeal. The rest he dumped into a houseplant in the corner when the nurse wasn’t looking. Then he was led to the day room, his arm in a splint. He looked around as he sat down with a nurse placing ice packs on his knee and ankle.

A man in his late thirties was writing at a desk. Another was reading a book. And then there was a man named Jay. He was in his twenties with a buzz cut and a tattoo that betrayed him as an ex-marine; he wasn’t responding well to his medication… He was yelling at a squirrel on the tree right outside the window... something about how Uncle Sam wanted THAT squirrel to serve his country in an intergalactic war against cowboy space parrots or something...

Reid winced, and tried not to pay attention to anyone… he just wrapped his arms around himself and sunk into the sofa.

“Spencer?” The nurse asked, smiling and laying a hand on his shoulder. “Do you want to watch TV?” Reid turned and looked at the television… the man who had been writing stood and shoved the paper into an envelope and sealed it, then walked over to the TV. Reid watched as the man leaned over it and shoved the envelope into one of the ventilation slats on the back of the TV. Then he turned and calmly walked away, passing by Jay who was still trying to convince the squirrel to be the commander of a fleet of space donuts.

Reid slowly looked at the nurse with wide eyes and shook his head.

“Oh… don’t worry about that. We empty the TV of letters once a week. It’s not a fire hazard.” Reid just continued to stare at her.

Down the hall, a man cried out “But… But he’s my FLUFFY!!!” and then burst into hysterical sobs. Reid wanted to do the same…

“Would you like to read?” The nurse asked. Reid sighed, and shrugged. The nurse hurried over to the bookshelf, returning a moment later with a book. “Here.” She said. Reid paused, then took it and opened it. She watched as he opened it and began to skim a finger down the page, then flipped it. She stared. “Are… you… Can… can you really read that fast?” Reid stopped and looked up at her for a moment, then got back to his reading. The nurse shook her head in amazement and brought over a STACK of books, before running across the room crying “Jonathan, don’t you DARE!!!” A moment later the lights turned off and someone in the corner let out a cry or terror and ran from the room, screaming in Russian. Jonathan also ran, laughing, while the nurses turned the lights back on and chased down the Russian guy, whose name was Pietrov.

Reid just sighed and closed his eyes.

This was fucking ridiculous…

“Good afternoon, Spencer.” Dr. Harris said, smiling at the young man curled up in the leather arm chair. They were in the man’s office. It was nice and quiet, save for the soft, soothing meditational music playing and the sounds of water trickling from the tranquility fountain on a table in the corner. A glass cube sat on a shelf with white gravel in the bottom, a single plant and a blue betta fish floating casually about inside of it.

Wincing at the pain in his knee and ankle, Reid slid his feet out of his house slippers and drew his legs up to his chest, wrapping his arms around them. He began to absently finger the Velcro straps of the splint on his wrist, and ID band on his other wrist, and the ring on his finger.

“Riley says that you refused to eat your breakfast, AND your lunch.” Dr. Harris began. “Why?” Reid sat silent. “Spencer? Why won’t you eat?” He got no response. “Is it because you’re upset?” Reid snorted. “Why are you upset, Spencer?” In response, the Doctor got an intense glare. “What upsets you specifically?” The man asked. Reid just rolled his eyes and stood, limping across the room and looking over the books on the bookshelf. “Spencer?” Reid ignored the doctor, taking a book and sitting down again. Dr. Harris watched as Reid flipped through the pages, skimming his finger down each one. The man sighed, annoyed.

At the end of the hour Reid left the office. He had finished two chapters of the book, and thoroughly frustrated Dr. Harris. After he had picked up the book, he hadn’t acknowledged the man until he had taken the book from Reid’s hands. Reid hadn’t moved. He just stared at his lap where the book had sat and hadn’t moved a muscle, until the doctor grumbled that he could go. Reid then promptly took the book off of the shelf (with a couple of others), a illow from the couch and stapler from the desk and left the room. Hell, they thought he was schizophrenic, fine. He could be a kleptomaniac too. He set the stapler down as he passed the nurses' station, then sat down in the day room with his stack of psych books and spent the rest of the afternoon reading as he leaned against the purloined pillow.

When dinner rolled around, he was guided to an empty table and found himself flanked by two nurses with Dr. Harris sitting across from him. A bowl of soup was set before him, and he was told that he was not leaving the table until Dr. Harris was satisfied with how much he had eaten. And two hours later, they were still sitting there. The nurses had plopped themselves down in chairs on either side of Reid.

Reid still sat there slouched in the chair, head down. Dr. Harris looked bored, drowsy and irritated. The nurses had reduced themselves to playing Rock Paper Scissors. But all three looked up at a soft snore. Dr. Harris leapt to his feet.

“He fell asleep?!” The man yelped. This made Reid jump awake with a gasp, eyes wide. The three men were staring at him. Dr. Harris was frowning. “Spencer. Eat. NOW!” Reid’s eyes blazed and he leapt to his feet, glaring at the doctor.

“No.” He hissed, and the man’s eyes widened as his patient slipped his fingers under the edge of the bowl of cold soup, then flung it across the room. Reid continued to glare for a moment, then turned and stalked away.

“… SPENCER!” Dr. Harris called, and Reid whirled.

“DOCTOR Reid.” The young man snapped. “You do NOT have my permission to call me by my first name. And you will stop using it now.”

“And you will sit down and eat.”

“Eat what?” Reid snorted. “The food on the wall?”

“We’ll get you a new bowl.”

“Don’t waste your time. I’m not eating.”

“Why?” Dr. Harris asked. Hell, if the kid was going to talk, he was going to try and get some answers from him.

“Because I don’t feel like it.” Reid snapped, and left the room. Harris and the nurses hurried after him.

“Why?”

“Why do you think?”

“I don’t know. That’s why I’m asking.”

“Well, I’m not answering.”

“Why not?”

“Because I answer honestly and apparently I’m crazy, which I’m not.”

“What makes you say that?” Harris asked. Reid walked into his room.

“Goodnight.” He said, and slammed the door in the doctor’s face. Dr. Harris took a deep, calming breath, then opened the door and walked in. Reid was gathering a fresh set of clothes and stripped the sheet from his bed.

“Spencer—“

“Doctor Reid.” The young man growled. Harris let out a harassed sigh. “What’s wrong?” Reid asked, whirling on the man. “Don’t like the idea of one of your patients sharing a title like yours? Does that take away your sense of authority over them?”

“… DOCTOR Reid, this aggressive behavior is—“

“This is me upset. Excuse me.” And Reid shoved by the man and headed for the community bathroom. Most of the other patients were in bed, and so Reid could shower in private.

“Dr. Reid, I think we need to talk.”

“I talk and I just dig myself in deeper, I’m not talking to you. I’m not talking to ANY one but my team!” And he walked into the bathroom and shut the door in Harris’ face. The man took a few deep breaths, then walked in. The shower was on, and the bed sheet had been hung like a curtain across the door to the stall.

“Doctor Reid, I would like to know where all of this anger is coming from.” Dr. Harris called.

Reid snorted out an incredulous laugh and continued to bathe.

“Explain to me why you’re angry, Spencer?”

No answer other than a snarled “Get out.”

“Spencer—“

“DON’T call me that.” Reid snapped. Dr. Harris sighed.

“Dr. Reid, then.”

“What.”

“Why are you so angry?”

“I don’t like being told what to do.”

“What about Agent Hotchner? Doesn’t he tell you what to do?” Dr. Harris asked. The shower stopped, and a hand emerged to grab a towel. And a little after that, clean clothes. Reid didn’t emerge until he was fully dressed. But when he did, he stared Dr. Harris in the eye.

“One, he’s my boss. It’s my JOB to do as he says.” Reid secured the splint onto his arm again. “And two… I trust him. With my life. I don’t trust you as far as I can throw you. And if I don’t trust you, I’m not listening to you.” Reid said, then walked over to the sink and began brushing his teeth.

“And why don’t you trust me?” Dr. Harris asked. But he was ignored. Reid finished, turned off the sink and left, returning to his room. He stepped in and closed the door in Dr. Harris’ face, AGAIN, then turned off the light.

Frustrated, Dr. Harris let him be.

When the man returned home that night, he turned on the light and jumped, startled. A man and woman stood there.

“How is he doing?” The woman asked.

“… He’s angry.” Dr. Harris told her, glaring. “Why the hell are we having a meeting THIS late?”

“Because.” The man said, glaring. Dr. Harris sighed.

“I’m going to have to start medicating him.” He told them. “What do I do then?”

“Give him downers.” The woman said.

“What?!”

“I want him to suffer. Give him depressants.” She ordered.

“… Depressants? Look… I’m not sure this is what I signed on for. I mean, this—“

“I don’t care what you think you signed on for. You will doctor his records and keep him there.”

“How long?!”

“Indefinitely.” The woman said. “And if you don’t, you’ll regret it. And don’t complain. You’re being well compensated for this.” Dr. Harris sighed.

“Alright… I’ll start him on the medications in a couple of days.”

“Good. I’ll expect regular updates.” The woman said, and then left. The man followed. Dr. Harris closed and locked the door behind them, the guilt raging in him. But he couldn’t risk his ex wife and their four kids… He had to do this…

Three Days Later…

Reid woke as the sun came up. He just lay in bed, feeling the painful heaviness in his heart at waking up alone in that place, when he was used to waking up enveloped in a warm, loving embrace. As he had since he had been taken away, he started the morning with a few silent tears of emotional agony… Then he heard the automatic door unlock and the wake up call echoed through the corridors. But this time, the morning routine was different. He was collected by the morning nurse and guided to where the medication was being handed out. To his surprise, and concern, he was given a little paper cup that contained three pills.

“… What are they?” He asked, looking up at the nurse dispensing the medications.

“That’s your medicine, Spencer. Swallow it down now.”

“No!” Reid objected. “I don’t NEED medication!”

“Your doctor says otherwise, now take it.”

“Dr. Reid.” Dr. Harris called, walking over. “Either you take them on your own, or you get an injection.”

“What?!”

“You heard me. This will help you stabilize.”

“I AM stable!”

“Refusing to eat? Refusing to speak? Your insane attempt to escape on FOOT?” And he waved at the splint on Reid’s wrist. Reid glared. “Dr. Reid, I’m sorry. But I think you need this medication to ground you. Now please take your pills or I will go get a syringe.”

“… You come NEAR me with a needle and I’ll press charges.” Reid hissed, backing away.

“Then take your pills.” Dr. Harris reasoned. Reid stared at him for a long time, then hurled the cup at him, the pills bouncing off of the man’s chest and falling to the floor. A nurse quickly gathered them up, and Reid stormed away. Dr. Harris sighed and shook his head, walking away.

Ten minutes later, Reid looked up as Dr. Harris and several nurses and orderlies entered the room.

“Spencer.”

“Dr. Reid.” The boy growled.

“Dr. Reid… last chance.” Dr. Harris told him. “Take your pills?”

“… Go to Hell.” Reid snarled, then got to his feet as the people moved towards him. He backed away, but he was soon surrounded. “Don’t touch me… I’m warning you!” His heart was pounding and the adrenaline was starting to flow. One man lunged. Reid’s eyes widened and he side stepped, pivoting about and helping the man to the floor. Then another leapt forwards, wrapping his arms around the young man. Reid let out an angry shout and began to struggle, throwing an elbow into the man’s gut and dropping his weight before pivoting around and curling his arm around the man’s neck, getting him into a headlock and burying a knee into the man’s stomach before shoving him away.

But then there were three on him. Reid fought, shouting and thrashing. Dr. Harris waited as they wrestled the youth to the floor, drawing up a sedative as he did.

“Sir! Go!” One of the nurses called, and Harris moved in. Reid howled as he felt a jab in his arm, followed by a second one a moment later.

“SON OF A BITCH!!!” Reid screamed, continuing to thrash. Dr. Harris backed away, staring down at the young man. Rage blazed in his patient’s eyes, along with an odd look of horror. And there were bitter tears of anger and… something else on his face. “You son of a bitch…” He was struggling to keep his glare focused. “How could you…?”

“That son of a bitch!”

The team all looked up, eyes wide. A moment later, Hotch all but exploded out of his office, heading for the doors, murder in his eyes.

“Hotch?” Emily asked.

“What’s up?” Morgan called.

“I’m going to Willow Ridge!” Hotch called over his shoulder, but skidded to a stop, quickly.

“What happened to my baby!?” Garcia blurted, standing before the man, eyes wide. “Did he get hurt again?!”

“No, Penelope.” Hotch said gently. “They had to sedate him. Again. I’m just going to… have a word with Dr. Harris.”

“Speaking of Dr. Harris.” Garcia said softly, holding up a folder, “I’ve gone through his entire life. Other than a bitter divorce, he’s squeaky clean.”

“… Not what I was hoping to hear, but… thank you.”

“… You’re welcome. Can I come with you?”

“No.” Hotch said, and entered the elevator.

He spent the entire drive to Willow Ridge in a boiling rage. When he got there, he just flashed his badge and headed to the hospital ward. A nurse tried to stop him, but he shouldered her aside and barged in.

“Agent Hotchner!” Dr. Harris cried in dismay. Hotch stood there, taking in the sight of his young lover sprawled out on the bed, padded restraints around his wrists, one over a splint. A nurse was placing an IV catheter into the inside of Reid’s arm. Reid twitched and moaned softly, head turning ever so slightly. Hotch hurried over, shoving past the protesting Dr. Harris and leaning over the bed. He reached out and gently cupped the boy’s cheek in his palm, taking in the pale skin and sunken eyes and cheeks, and feeling the beginnings of a thin stubble.

“… Spencer…” He called softly. The boy twitched, and slowly his eyes cracked open. Reid stared in the general direction of his superior’s face.

“Mmmnnuh?” Was all the young man was able to get out. Hotch felt his heart break as he saw the utter misery in his lover.

“Agent Hotchner, you need to leave. Now.” Dr. Harris demanded. Hotch just turned and GLARED.

“I am seriously doubting your abilities…” The Unit Chief snarled. “And I am THIS close to lodging a formal complaint against you. I am telling you one last time. Spencer relies on his family, and that family is his team. If he doesn’t have their support, he will fall apart. And I will not let that happen.” And then he turned his back on the doctor and focused on his sedated agent.

“Spencer?” He called gently. The boy didn’t answer. He just rolled his head to the side with a soft moan, eyes fluttering again. Hotch brushed away a few flyaway strands of hair that had fallen to his lover’s cheek. “Everything is going to be okay, Spencer.” He murmured. “I’m right here.”

The man ignored the doctor and the nurses’ attempts to get him to leave. He refused to budge. He stayed right where he was. He sat there for hours, until finally, the sedative began to wear off. When Reid finally was able to focus his gaze, the first thing he saw was his lover’s face smiling at him. Reid blinked then smiled back.

“Aaron…?”

“I’m right here. Are you okay?”

“… I wanna go home.”

“I know.” Hotch said, his face giving Reid a look of regret. “I’m sorry… but Spencer… this is not helping you. Throwing a fit and being sedated…” Reid’s eyes darkened. “Listen to me, Spencer.” Hotch said softly. “We are trying to get you out of here… but making scenes like this… throwing tantrums—“

“I am NOT throwing tantrums!”

“It’s NOT going to help our case here! The more you do things like that, the more it looks like maybe you DO belong in here!” Hotch said sternly. Reid stared at him. After a few moments, he lowered his eyes.

“… Do I?” Reid whispered, and a broken look took over his face… a look of fear. “Am… am I really crazy? Maybe the diagnosis ISN’T wrong… Maybe I do belong in here…” Reid shook his head, blinking back tears. “You know… I write to my mother every day.”

“… I know.”

“I haven’t written to her since I was brought in here.”

“You should.”

“I can’t. What do I tell her? Aaron… if I have to stay in here… maybe it’s best if…” Reid trailed off, a solitary tear escaping the corner of his eye. Reid turned away from Hotch and stared out the window. The sky was gray. A cold front was coming in, announcing the arrival of Fall. Reid let out a slow sigh. Hotch reached out, gently stroking his lover’s face. But Reid didn’t respond. He just lay back in bed and watched the clouds roll in.

“… I have to go.” Hotch said softly. “I wanted to wait until you woke up, but…”

“Case?”

“… Yes.”

“Where?”

“... Oregon.” Hotch answered. Reid nodded.

“What day is it?”

“… Wednesday.”

“Tomorrow it’s one week.”

“… Yes.”

“Don’t be gone too long.”

“You know I’ll be back as soon as I can.” Hotch assured the youth.

“… Yeah. I know.” Reid mumbled. Slowly, Hotch stood and leaned over, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of the boy’s head.

“I love you.” Hotch whispered. “Don’t you lose hope. I’m going to get you out of here. I promise.” And he headed for the door.

“Hotch?” A soft voice called, and Hotch turned.

“Yes?”

“It’s time for Apollo and Artemis to go in for their surgeries. Have Garcia do that?”

“… Surgeries?”

“Spay and neuter.”

“I dunno. I think she would like for them to have kittens.”

“It’s inbreeding, tell her no.” Reid grumbled, looking appalled. Hotch smiled and nodded. “Tell her… she can keep them if she wants. She may as well. God knows if I’ll ever be able to take them back. It won’t be fair to uproot them for a third time.”

“Are you sure, Spencer?”

“They’ve spent the last two months living with her. They love her, she loves them. They’re hers now…”

“Hey now… that sounds a lot like giving up to me.” Hotch said, frowning and turning to face Reid fully. Reid just let a humorless smile come over him.

“Places like this don’t exactly promote hope.” Reid said, and turned to look out the window again, playing with his ring. “You should go. Oregon needs you.”

“… So do you.”

“… Go.” Reid whispered. Hotch stared at the young man, then sighed and turned, leaving the room. And when the nurse brought Reid his medication, this time he took it quietly, without protest.
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