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Honey
Author: BlueHarlequin
Chapter 6
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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Aaron Hotchner + Spencer Reid
Summary: Addiction Series 2 - Reid struggles with his drug use and turns to the one person who has never abandoned him.

Pulling up to the curb he spotted Reid’s car. Hotch ran his hand over the hood. It was still warm. “Good, he couldn’t have been home too long,” he thought. After knocking twice, Aaron opened the door to the young man’s apartment. Spencer’s messenger bag was lying in the floor near the door along with his sidearm and his go bag. What he saw next caused his heart to sink. Gideon’s gun and credentials were sitting next to them along with an envelope that the unit chief knew contained the older man’s farewell message. He observed all of this in the few seconds he gave himself before purposely striding down the hallway.
Aaron found Spencer on the floor of the bathroom again. However, in this instance his condition was a far cry from the state he had found him in the very first time. The young man’s lips were blue and he didn’t respond when Hotch spoke to him. He rubbed the younger agent’s chest and checked his breathing. Reid was struggling to draw in breath and Hotch cursed as he realised he was going to have to use that thing. He ran back out to his car and retrieved his go bag almost spilling the contents in his haste to get back into the building. Aaron pulled out the kit he had gotten what seemed eons ago when this all started. Ripping open the package, he assembled the two Narcan dispensers and quickly administered the first one. After a few minutes he used the second dose. Hotch knew he was taking a risk with Spencer’s life by not calling 911 but deep down he understood it was what the young man wanted. He was on the verge of panic when the young agent finally drew in a deep breath and blinked rapidly. “Hotch?” he slurred.
Gathering the young man up, Hotch carried him into the bedroom and sat down on the bed still cradling him in his arms. “This is the last time. You understand Spencer? I can't find you like this again.”
The young man smiled at him lazily, “I know Aaron. He's really gone isn't he?” The young agent sighed, “Thank you for being here for me. I know I'm being very stupid right now. Remind me when I’m all together again that I promised this was the last time.” Hotch wasn't prepared for what came next. The young man pulled him closer and softly brushed a kiss over his lips. He froze as the sensation sparked a feeling deep down in him that he couldn’t explain properly. In the part of his mind that compartmentalised everything he filed away the kiss under “gratitude for saving my life.” It went in the same box that the embrace in the cemetery was stored. With everything that was going on at the moment he couldn’t think of it as any more than that. He looked down at the young man in his arms. Spencer had passed out and was breathing shallowly but his lips were no longer blue and he wasn’t struggling. The older man shook him gently to wake him back up. If everything held true to form Reid would want to throw up in a few moments anyway.
Everything happened as usual but this time there was a thin edge of desperation in their routine. They didn’t speak for several hours as Spencer worked through what was probably the worst bout of withdrawal symptoms he had known. The younger man had abandoned trying to sit on the edge of the bed once he determined it was too much effort to stagger back and forth to the bathroom. Aaron had stopped hovering in the doorway after Spencer had decided that he was going to stay there. The young agent knew he was restlessly camping out in the bedroom on the couch and grimaced as he heard the older man get up once again and pace around the room.
It was still sometime into the dark hours of the morning as Reid puked until he clutched his stomach in pain and almost passed out. Hotch let himself look worried for once and the young man felt guilty for all the trouble he was causing him. “It’s worst this time because I haven’t been using,” he muttered. He was dizzy and his mouth felt like it was covered in cotton. Spencer cringed as he realised he was sitting on the floor next to the toilet in his boxers. Somehow, that was far more embarrassing than having Hotch watch him as he heaved his guts out. He closed the lid and rested his head against the porcelain surface. “Aaron, I’m... ”
“Are you serious?” The older man cut him off before he could apologize.
Spencer frowned at his straightforward question. “I don’t know,” he said shamefully. “I’m tired. I’m so tired and I just want this to end.”
The older man looked at him sharply but Spencer refused to return his gaze. He just wanted to lie down and sleep and forget about everything. He felt Hotch’s arms come around him and lift him, once again carrying him to the bed. The young man had closed his eyes after his admission in the bathroom and he listened as the senior agent arranged himself in the chair by the bed. He felt a hand gently smooth back his hair and he jerked as the touch was alarmingly unexpected. The room was too silent and Spencer drew in a shaky breath when Aaron squeezed his hand and sighed. “You frightened me.” The younger profiler opened his eyes. The sight that greeted him was something that disturbed him greatly; he didn’t think he had ever seen Hotch look like he didn’t know what he was doing. “I don’t want to lose you to this.”
The admission and the look on the older man’s face hurt him in ways he couldn’t explain. Spencer didn’t know what to say, he felt as helpless now as he had been when this began. He remembered the cool surface of the tile in his bathroom, how it had felt that night he had called Hotch. It came back to him now as he recalled collapsing onto it hours ago. This time it had felt clammy and sickening and the thought of that sensation disgusted him. All he could think of was how he never wanted to wake up to that ever again. “I promised didn’t I? That this was the last time.”
“Yes.” Aaron let go of his hand and stood. “But you promised me and that’s not good enough.” Reid watched as the older man pulled out one of his dresser drawers and rummaged around in it. It took Spencer a few moments before he realised what Hotch was doing. Turning his back to the elder agent he pulled a pillow over his head and burrowed into the covers, simultaneously trying to ignore what was happening and attempting to will himself to sleep at the same time.

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