Big Eyed Fish [Kate,Hayley,Spencer]

[Matthew Grimaldi]

Krys had been gone a month and Matt was getting by as best that he knew how which was mainly avoidance and barely speaking to anyone outside of a mission. Once his missions and paperwork was done for the day he was out that door as quickly as his sneaker clad feet would allow. Occasionally Hayley would manage to catch him just before he snuck out the door, or Jack (as best friends do) would snag him and persuade him to grab a quick bite to eat, but other than that his social life had been next to none. He didn't mean to be standoffish or spiteful, it just came naturally. Missions were what provided him with a little comfort iornically enough: Like the one he was on now.

Okay, well as much comfort as he could have on an undercover sting. And this one was even more stressful given that now Hayley was undercover with them. Now not only did he have to look out for the fire pistol that was Kate but also his friend Hayley as well. Of course it didn't help that he also found her extremely beautiful... As he walked into the drug house he cringed. No, he couldn't be thinking about that now. He had to concentrate. Absentmindedly he looked to make sure that Hayley and Kate were both on each side of him. When did he become a babysitter?

The mission had so far been 'easy' by all counts, something he was relieved about. A fake alias (today he was going by Jason). This was not a name that he picked out but Kate had suggested it despite Matt's argument that he 'did not look like a Jason'. It wasn't like they had many other options seeing as Krys was MIA. Okay, not completely MIA. They had heard from her. They had recieved pictures, a few phone calls, even a webcam convo in the board room. Kate had caught him smiling during it, as did Hayley he was sure, like a little boy on Christmas. Krys, though not back to normal, had looked good. She looked almost happy, though he knew that wasn't exactly the case. Matt knew that she missed work, them, and then a special someone. Matt was no super genius but he wasn't stupid.

They had made the exchanges of words, casual conversations, whatever. It was all routine to Matt (though he wasn't sure how Hayley was holding up). Kate did her thing, she managed some charm to get the head guys to look the other way when miniscule slip ups were made. Once in a while it did help to have Kate on your side, particularly in an argument. Within a few minutes they had gained entrance to the home, heck even as 'friends' of the drug dealers. By this point one of the head guys even had his arm wrapped around Matt laughing.

The room was dark and Matt remained quiet despite the drug dealer jabbering at his side. Luckily Kate and Hayley stayed close. As they moved through the hall to the different rooms they were met with worse and worse sites. In one room a few sickly skinny women shooting up with heroine, in another people doing lines of coke. They were approaching the room where the opiates and painkillers were sold, surprisingly simple to come by but the bureau was cracking down on the laws (as was evident by them being there).

Matt gave the occasional nod as the drug dealer went down the line of people introducing each and every 'member' under there alias. Matt strode down the line in quiet, occasionally nodding, until his eyes fell on a familiar young man in the corner of the dark room going about dealings with one of the men the dealer 'Benny' had introduced. Matt couldn't keep his eyes from widening slightly, he could even see the women's reaction. Spencer Reid.

"Wha?" Benny chuckled giving Matt a rough nudge which Matthew completely ignored, still staring. "Ya know that guy?"

"Seen him around." Came Matt's simple answer, his dark eyes never once leaving the young man in front of him or rather, the shell of the man he knew.

[Hayley "Chez" Chezaneski]

She'd chosen the name Rianne. During the few times she'd gone undercover with her team, she'd never chosen a name so close to that of the brother she'd lost, the brother that nobody knew of. Hayley had always chosen names like Sarah and Bethany and Maegan. She'd stayed away from anything that had to do with her brother's name. Why she'd chosen the name this time - suddenly, out of nowhere, she wasn't sure.

But she liked it. She responded quickly to it, and she wasn't used to having to do that. It helped with the believability of the situation.

The mission was a distraction for all of them - a distraction for the slowly healing heartache that Krys had caused in each of them, a distraction from the emptyness of her 'lair'.

Yes, this drug sting was a distraction.

She'd been asked to come along, and she'd never been happier about being asked to go undercover in her life. During normal times, when the little makeshift family would go out on a mission, she'd be left back at the office - with Krys. And they'd hang out in the younger agent's office, attempting to distract themselves from the danger that the others were in.

Hayley had once attempted to beat her in an online game. Needless to say, she'd lost.

If Hayley had been left alone this time, she'd really have been alone. Alone like the year she'd spent after her brother had died and she'd been locked in a basement alone. No, she didn't - couldnt- remind herself of that. Those times were in the past, and she was working right now. She needed every bit of her concentration on this one.

Matt stood in the middle of their group, Kate on his other side. As far as she knew, this sting was going great - they'd managed to get into the house, and were blending in as part of the crowd. She hadn't been on many undercover missions, but this one wasn't difficult.

Until they saw him.

He was instantly recognizable, because he wasn't like anybody else - Krys' Spencer Reid had a look that was distinctly his own. Even though she could see the drugs on him - he was Reid. He was the Reid that Krys used to profess about. He was the Reid that Chez was sure - and she didn't know much about love - Krys would go back to, one day.

Until she saw that.

She could understand alot of things. She could understand death. She could understand mental illness. She could understand greif, a life unwillingly ending -

But she couldn't understand the throwing away. The perfectly good life, being thrown away like that, wasn't osmething that she could understand what-so-ever. Because life wasn't something that should be wasted, ever. That was the lesson that her brother had taught her, even after his death.

She nearly lost it right then, managing to keep it together only when Matt spoke. He had the lead, and he'd managed to keep out of his words just how well he knew the boy. She didn't trust herself to speak, but copied the bored expression of one of the girls she saw in the corner.

No, she couldn't understand the waste she saw here.

[Kate Saunders]

Kate lived her life undercover. It was her way of getting away. No better way then to be someone else. Today she was Kacy, chosen by both Matt and Hayley. She didn't care what her name was. She never choose it out. the only difference this time was Krys hadn't been the one to choose it, like the where used to. This time there was no inside joke to why Matt was Jason, which Kate had pushed so hard because she knew it was something that Krys would have done. But in truth it didn't matter who was what. Kate could remember and respond to her fake name as fast as her real, and could remember her partners' names like their owns. It was the skill she had gained over the years.

The mission they were on at hand was a hard one for Kate to coop with. She knew that it was a drug sting, and knew that there very well could be someone she knew from her own addiction somewhere there, however because she was so careful she doubted it. What was worse was the fact that she had to act like an addict, because most in the drug business were addicts themselves, and yet not show her true colors. Kate welcomed the change after the loss of their technical analysis, everything else would have been to easy and not have kept her attention enough, meaning she was more likely to make a mistake, and this time it was very important that she didn't make one, because not only did they had the less experienced Chez with them but Matt wasn't completely himself, and was making mistakes. Every time Kate was able to use her inside knowledge of the drug world to get them out of any kind of trouble and soon they found themselves in the heart of the action.

This was Kate's world. She lived for the undercover life. She was ready to do this, bust these guys like the hypocrite she was and then get out and on to the next thing, which she hoped would get one as soon as possible so she didn't have to go home, and didn't have time to think about the last time she saw Krys Robin. Kate noticed Spencer Reid the moment she walking in the door. She hated to see it. He was such a "good" guy he couldn't imagine him going into the dark hole as well. Kate had lost it when she lost her family, and eventually had found her savior in drugs. Yet the young genius was so not like her that even in the spiral of losing Krys she hadn't thought that he would do anything like this. It pained Kate to see him. She remembered the promise she had made to Krys, to look after him. And though she hadn't added, "From becoming a drug addict." Kate knew that she was going to have her head for letting this happen.

Unlike Matt however she was able to not let her surprise show. She turned to "Benny". "Does that matter?" She asked in a sexy yet hard core voice, that helped get her over come the whole small,weak girl, picture. "How 'bout we get to business?" She looked at Matt as if she was asking him the question as well, but hidden in her face was a warning to not do anything stupid about the dumb kid in the corner.

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Reid's life had been quickly running out of control. When Krys had tried to kill herself he had almost died, but she lived, and he thought it would get better from there. But he had been denied to see her, talk to her, while she was in the hospital. Then she just disappeared. Reid had called Matt and ordered him to tell him what had happened. He had said that she had taken a leave of absence and was going home to see her family. Reid had then called her, she didn't answer. He e-mailed her every hour for a good week, no response. The CT team refused to answer his questions. He was left in complete darkness and he wasn't getting out.

The first week he had craved duladid, but was able to over come that. But as the days went by and there was no word from Krys or anyone else he started to get weaker and weaker. He couldn't take it any longer. After nearly two years of being drug free the young genius broke. It all came flooding down on him. He took the drug and found some of the relief that he needed. Over and over he took it, soon nothing happened, there was no relief, but he couldn't stop. He knew it was stupid, knew that he was very well throwing away his life, his career. But he couldn't live with out her, he didn't want to.

He knew the others could tell something was up. He was pretty sure that they hadn't guessed he was back on the drugs. The knew the stress he was under because of the analysis leaving. So when he asked for a vacation after two and a half weeks of barely getting by Hotch had gave him it with no hesitation. It didn't help him though. And the events that led him up to the place he now found himself trapped in were all a large blur.

It had been nearly two weeks since he took his time off, and knew he needed to get back to work, needed to get his life back together. Yet he didn't want to live, didn't want to go on with out Krys. It would have been easier for him just kill himself, maybe suicide by cop, or by a bad guy would be even better. Get it over with. Maybe that was the reason he found himself in the large drug house knowing just how dangerous it was. He wanted to die.

When, however, he say three familiar faces walk into the room he stood he froze, all those thoughts lost. It was Matt, Kate, and Chez, the CT unit. Obviously they were undercover. Reid felt his skin turn red at Matt caught his eye, causing him to quickly turn as if it he couldn't see them, they couldn't see him. But he knew they were there. Knew why they were there, and if anything knew that if he stayed he would be taken down in the drug sting with everyone else. He decided there that he didn't want it to end that way. He couldn't bare to think of what Morgan or Hotch or even Emily and Rossi would think of this. Or what his mother would think of her knight after going to jail. He knew that he had to get out of there as fast and unseen as he could, avoiding being caught on any surveillance cameras the FBI had on the building.

That didn't even include the fact that the CT unit had already seen him. That they could do with that information as they wanted. Even with the haze of drugs moving around in his head Reid still was able to think more clearly than anyone else. Quickly he turned to leave, empty handed with no more "happy juice". This didn't sit well with someone in the room, for he grabbed Reid's around ruffly causing quite a sense by saying, "Where do you think your going?" Reid wiggled his skinny, much skinner than it had been a month before and said in half a whisper, 'I owe that guy money." he eyes Matt for a second before trying to retreat the room again. However again he was unsuccessful.

[Matthew Grimaldi]

Matt remained still at first, watching Spencer with hawklike gaze. A part of him didn't want to believe who it was though it was blatantly obvious, practically screaming in his face. The individual was clearly Spencer Reid, the boy wonder. There was no denying it, though for once, bitter Matthew Grimaldi wished to with all of his heart. There was little hope left these days, aside from all of his effort that went toward secretly wishing Krys would get better and return to them, but this result (Spencer in a drug house) wasn't one he had been expecting. It came out of nowhere! Matthew was actually stunned, though he hid it relatively well.

Wasn't this kid supposed to be smart? Did his team know? Had this been going on the entire time? Even when Krys was around? Matthew had to quell a surge of protectiveness that washed through him. His fists clenched. No, that couldn't be it. The poor boy looked terrible. He had never looked like this the few times that they had bumped shoulders. No this was new, or an old routine taken up again. Matthew wasn't a profiler but he gathered that much. And right then and there, he even felt protective of the BAU genius. This would stop. Now.

Spencer had seen them and tried to make a run for it. One of the drugees, in their haze, managed to stop him which bought Matthew time. Luckily Kate picked up on it and gave him a little leway. He was all too eager to separate from the group when Kate addressed Benny with her sultry tone. She was a little too good at that. Even so Matt seized the opportunity to thwart Spencer's next attempt at getting away. Hayley would be able to follow if she wished without drawing attention.

Matt's firm hand managed to get around Spencer's skinny arm, immediately (and quite roughly) dragging him into a dark, back room, throwing him right up against the wall with a glare (caught up in the swirl of emotions). In fact it'd probably be better if Hayley followed him because he could very well throttle the young agent.

"What the hell are you doing?" Matt hissed with a purpose, stepping in front of Spencer and any means of escape, keeping him pinned against the wall. He did his best to keep his voice low despite the volume that wanted so desperately to come out. Matt had foolishly assumed the one threatening call from Spencer had been the only branch out of character that he'd experience (and understandably so) but this was much more than that.

Spencer's answer wasn't coming now or remotely fast enough so Matt gave him another rough shove as if to shake some sort of response out of him. "What the fuck are you doin' here boy wonder?" He demanded, a sense of urgency to his voice now. He didn't have Krys in his grasps to protect now, he had failed her somehow, he would be damned if he failed her in retrospect with this kid too. And he'd go about it in any means available to him, tough love or not. It was no mystery what the kid had been doing, his dialated pupils were hint enough.

"How long has this been goin' on?" Once again not quick enough and he gave him another rough shove. "Answer me." Someone needed to step in and fast.

[Hayley "Chez" Chezaneski]

It was different when Hayley went undercover from when Matt or Kate went undercover. It wasn't because she was weak - she wasn't. When she'd told Krys she was going to pull her away from the infected tech lab, she hadn't been bluffing. She'd have been more than able to. No, things were different from her because she was in the public eye - and ear.

It was for this reason that she had to take extra precautions.

She had to change her voice, for one. Today, she was using a Russian accent - nothing too heavy, but it was there all the same. It was an old joke from Krys - when she'd gone undercover with the team for the first time, Krys had insisted on 'creating' her - Hayley knew it was because she was worried. Another one of the team was in danger now. And when Chez had accidentally let slip something about her past - her mother was Russian - the tech analyst had made her do a Russian accent.

The joke had stuck. She didn't use it every time she managed to be sent undercover, but this time, she was.

With a roll of her eyes, she looked towards Kate. "You know how she is," She said, speaking with the accent. She was surprised once again at how easy it was for her. "when Jason gets something in his head - I'm going to go after him, Kacy, make sure he doesn't do something he'll regret, you know?" With another lazy smile towards Benny, she slipped away - but not quickly - after Matt.

She felt bad at leaving Kate alone, but she knew that the girl cuold handle it - probably better than if she'd been there with her. She was a liability to Kate, and she knew it - because Hayley was watching Kate ever the more closely after finding out everything she had.

She found Matt pushing Spencer against a wall, and she knew she had to act quickly if she was going to keep them from getting discovered. She knew Matt, and Reid was definitly not himself right now - this could get out of hand with one wrong comment. Without even thinking about the consequences it might entail, she shoved herself between the CT agent and the BAU profiler, pushing Matt back with an angered look.

"Quit it this minute, Jason." There was some pride in the fact that she'd not only managed to stay in character, but she'd also managed to keep the accent. "You can't help him this way." Her voice was quieter with that sentence.

She turned to look over her shoulder. "If there's not a good reason for this - and I don't think there's a good reason for throwing your life away - then there's going to be hell to pay. You understand me?"

[Dr. Spencer Reid]

Reid's eyes grew big when Matt cam at him. He could tell that he was really mad, why Reid couldn't understand. The other agent had never seemed like like him, always giving him a hard time, what did he care what he did in his free time? A part of him, the one that wasn't completely over taken by the drugs, understood that Matt never hated him, he just didn't want to see Krys get hurt, and in a way wanted to protect Reid at the same time. When he grabbed him arm and pulled him into a back room Reid didn't fight it. Maybe it would be easier to die if Matt was the one that did it. It would be a lot better than just disappearing. Though not all of him was looking to die. Again part of him understood what was going on and kind of wanted it.

Like wise when Matthew asked what he was doing, thinking, Reid didn't answer. Just stared at the other man. Even when he pushed him for not answering he didn't answer. As his back hit the wall behind him he felt a shock of pain, as there was no fat left on his bones to protect him. He didn't make any movement at all. It was almost like he wasn't even there, which in some ways he wasn't. He was nothing with out Krys. Who did Matt think he was living his life after she left? Why wasn't he falling part, if he hadn't been high he would have realized he was. It wasn't right to live when there was no one else to live for.

When Hayley walked in Spencer barely noticed. He stayed up against the wall just looking at the two. Chez's words flowed right through him, not even fazing him. Even though the 'through your life away' thing was meant for him. He didn't care. The word would learn to get on with out him. He wasn't that important even though Krys had seemed to think that he was. He could die and like Gideon leaving the BAU someone else would just step into his position and soon no one would notice he was gone. Even Krys. She would find someone else, someone better than the social awkward genius. It was better he went before he forgot about Krys. He rarely talked, and barely thought, about the man he once thought his father. He didn't want that to happen with Krys. And at the same time he didn't want to feel the pain that she left inside him anymore.

Reid watched Hayley and Matt with dead looking eyes, not planing on answering any of them. He didn't care what they thought, or knew, or anything. His best defense would be to keep his mouth shut and let them do all the talking. There was only so much they could do in the not so private, yet empty, back room with out being heard. Or that they could get done while Kate, who Reid figured was out there keeping the mission together, was out there covering them before the druggies in the other room became suspicious. And once that happened he would make his break, and deny anything they said to him after that. Or he might pull a "Krys" on them and just disappear. Some how he didn't think it would go that well though...

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Kate watched as Matt stormed over to Reid, a little to mad to not draw to much attention, which had already been drawn on Reid because of his trying to escape. Luckily most of the people were high so they would forget, and get destructed in a few moments, and it would be like it never happened. Benny, whoever was a different story. He wasn't the normal drugy. He was the evil version of Kate being able to function while under the influence. Chez quickly turned and went to help, only after giving a very well planed explanation. Kate smiled and replied, "We don't need any more dead bodies, okay?" She laughed before turning back to Benny, who was watching the party a little to closely. She hated the fact that she now had to clean up the mess Reid and Matt had made, but then again it was a challenge that she was looking forward to. She just hoped, for all their sakes, that she did a good job at in. Smiling, her sexy smile she began to talk to the drug lord.

[Matthew Grimaldi]

Still no response from Spencer and Matthew's gaze was as dark and concentrated as ever, never leaving its target which was still pinned against the wall. Even with Hayley's warning tone in the background he remained where he stood, providing the young man with little escape. Matthew couldn't help that he was ridiculously protective, even in an undercover mission though he had been doing his best to keep his voice down he was failing, given who he was speaking to.

"Answer me boy wonder." He demanded again, giving him a rough shove only to get no response. Matt's eyes soon met with Spencer's faded ones and something seemed to click inside of him. There was no look of the usual fear or nervousness in this young man's eyes. There was nothing. No life. He was standing, breathing to be sure, but he wasn't the same man. Matt's voice insinctively took on a gentler tone, much like a father might.

"Kid." Matt's hand sought out his arm and at once finally felt how skinny he was (more so than usual anyways). His face furrowed in interrogation, studying the man's figure before searching out his face once again. "Come on kiddo." Yes, even Matthew had a gentle side as his left hand sought out Reid's cheekbone nudging him to look at him and giving him a light series of slaps to get his attention and perhaps provoke a response. There was pain in Matt's eyes even now as he tried to 'bring him back'. Matt had been horribly affected by Krys' absence, and he certainly wasn't taking it lightly, but it was not something that he could speak about openly. That was a weakness, and not allowed.

"There you are, kid. Come on. Snap out of it." Matt gave an almost nervous chuckle, still struggling to keep his voice soft though there was a hint of dryness to it. He was protective of this young man, despite his team affiliation. He meant something to Krys, and that was enough for Matt, especially since it was one of his few connections with something that had to do with the analyst that he missed so much. He was that desperate. "Your team..." He stopped himself. He didn't even know what he had been trying to suggest. Instead he glanced over his shoulder with a worried look to Hayley.

"What do we tell her?" Matt seemed just as helpless as Reid in that moment, and it was no secret who the 'her' was that he was referring to. Though Matt didn't have much of a way to contact Krys Hayley had an address (where they could get pictures and send things, but no one had attempted to visit other than Derek Morgan, out of respect and their own nerves). And Matt knew how much this Spencer Reid meant to Krys.

[Hayley "Chez" Chezaneski]

Green eyes darted back towards the door, ensuring that nobody was going to walk in on the group that so obviously didn't have the relations that they'd claimed it did. Upon seeing nobody yet, she turned her eyes back towards her boss and Reid, wishing that she wasn't seeing what she was but knowing that it was indeed that - Reid was here. There was no disputing that fact, as much as she wished that she could.

Words; they were her weapon. Yes, the liaison was qualified to have a gun - and she kept one with her at all times, as did the rest of the team. In fact, she'd probably known what it felt like to hold and fire a gun before anyone else on her team, known what it felt like to have that gun go off in your hands and know that you'd just ended the nightmare that had been yours for the past three years, know that you'd ended it by killing your father.

But words were her main weapon. After years of having no voice, she'd found hers finally, and she wasn't going to let it go. She kenw, in her heart, that was why she had this job. She finally had her voice.

She knew what words could do - just sounds, really, but so much more for the impact that they could have - she knew how to use them to get what her team needed, to help along the investigation, how to spew a lie when undercover...

But these kinds of words were something else. Words that were, yes, trying to save a life - but it was the life of someone close to her. Hayley didn't like the familiar feelings that it gave her. When words couldn't bring back the man who'd died to save her life, when words couldn't brnig back her brother ... could they bring back Reid?

Or was he already too gone?

"Spencer, this isn't the best place for you." She spoke to the younger agent. "You do know why we're here, right?" She spoke those words quietly, for only Matt and Reid to hear. Hayley touched Matt's elbow, looking into his eyes. "He can't stay in here, you know that. Not when we're ... you know." She thought for a moment; she had plenty of contacts, but on an undercover mission when people didn't know they were there, it was impossible to have them help her. She'd been thinking that, if they could get him out of the building but somehow still have an eye on him, they could get him back afterwards. "Can we keep him close by? He needs to get out." She shook her head, putting the tough exterior shell back over the vulnerable part of her. She couldnt' feel right now. She just had to do her job. Feeling was for later, when she was alone and nobody could see.

The last time she'd felt at such an important moment, someone had ended up dead.

"What do we tell her?"

Hayley had the added burden of - besides Penelope Garcia - knowing where their analyst had retreated to. The cabin that she'd gone to was secluded, and she knew that the girl didn't want visitors just yet.

"We don't." She said, gritting her teeth. "Not yet. He deserves the chance to explain himself, doesn't he? And his team - this'll kill Morgan, and Hotch." Hotch had only just regained his son from the same man that had captured Krys. "I don't know what it'll do to her, Matt."

[Dr. Spencer Reid]

Reid barely felt Matt's hand on his checks as he tried to "wake him up". It was like a distant memory. Like when Krys would touch his skin, her hands warm against his. The soft sweet kiss the shared. He missed her more than he could ever think. He wanted her back. he knew that other had seen her, talked to her. Yet he couldn't get to her. He couldn't even get anyone to talk about her. Morgan hadn't mentioned that he had seen her. Reid knew that someone in his team had. He could tell. He knew that they wanted to protect him, protect him from what? As well as protect Krys. Even though there was no reason to do any of that. Reid just needed answers. That was all. Why had she abandoned him with out even a word to it? What had she been thinking the night she tried to kill herself? Even if she didn't know for her Reid would have thought that she trusted him enough to tell him. So why hadn't she? Nothing seemed to make sense any more.

"Spencer, this isn't the best place for you." But was it really that bad? Why should his life matter more than the low life scum lining every inch of this place? Why should Matt and Chez care if he was there and got caught in the take down with everyone else? There was nothing special about him. Krys had shone him that when she left. If there had been something special she wouldn't have gone. There was no reason that they should care about him, if she didn't care about him. They weren't his friends, they barely knew each other. If it hadn't been for Krys in the first place they would have only meet that one time in New York with the Virus, and then they would go their separate ways forgetting all about the other. So why should the care about him because he was Krys' friend. Actually Krys didn't seem to want to be his friend any more so there was even less reason for them to care.

"What do we tell her?" Before all the words were out of Grimaldi's mouth Reid shouted, rather loud from the mute silent he had been before, "Nothing!" He quickly recanted realizing that that meant he cared what Krys knew. She left him, he could do what ever he wanted. She didn't care anyway. In Spencer's drug haze he completely missed that it seemed she would have cared what happened to him. Even when Hayley went on to tell Matt not to tell her, or his team anything, he didn't realize the care that seemed to be placed to not hurt Krys by telling her about him. The words, "I don't know what it'll do to her." floated right over his head.

Regaining his wits he said, "You can tell her what ever you want to. I don't care." He paused a moment before continuing. "I don't care about anything. Take me in. Tell my team. What is there to live for?!" He watched Matt with close eyes, hoping that he would do what he asked. Hoping even more that he would end it all right there and then with the gun Reid knew as hidden somewhere on him. Krys had moved on, but Spencer couldn't.

[Matthew Grimaldi]

"Come on kid." His eyes darted back on Spencer trying to shake some sort of reaction out of him despite his glazed over eyes. "Get with it now." Matthew couldn't help but feel protective of the young agent. Sure they weren't best buds, sure Matthew constantly seemed to give him a hard time, but he did that with just about everyone: And it didn't mean he didn't care. If anything the agent cared far too much, which was part of the problem. He wanted everyone happy, everyone safe, particularly those he knew, and that included Spencer Reid. Especially him in fact.

Hayley's gentle touch caused a breath to become caught in his throat as he gave a quick jerk of his head to look at her. How had she managed to sneak up by his side without him realizing? He must have really been focused on the young genius to miss something like that. Lately it felt like he was losing his stuff, this was something that troubled him greatly because all he really had was his job.

"Mm." Solemnly Matt gave a single nod to her request before turning back to Spencer. That's when soemthing seemed to kick the young man back into the living for he gave a surprisingly rough jerk and a shout to which Matt managed to pin him against the wall in an effort to quiet and calm him (though it was a rough attempt).

"You're not fooling anyone Boy Wonder." He grunted still struggling to keep the thin young man against the wall. Maybe he really was losing it. Matt rolled his eyes at his own pondering and now used his entire side to keep Spencer pinned. "You care a hell of a lot. We're not stupid. And you're not supposed to be either." This time Matt gave Spencer a firm jab to the side so to keep the young man's 'tantrum' at bay hopefully knocking just a little bit of air out of him to silence him so not to draw unnecessary attention.

"And I won't have you moping either." Matt looked down at him with a frown, trying to hide the fact that he was a bit out of breath from the struggle. "You know damn well your team and plenty of others care about you, regardless of what your dead head is telling you right now." Matt found himself grumbling before he adjusted his shirt sleeve out of lack of anything better to take his frusteration out on. "And you aren't the only one who was shafted with no freaking goodbye so stop it." Yeah, he was bitter. No doubting that.

[Hayley "Chez" Chezaneski]

"Oh come on, this isn't fooling anyone." She rolled her green eyes running a hand over her pulled up hair. She realized with a start that her russian accent was still there - and that, if she tried, she probably could have made a good undercover agent. "I know for a fact that you care about her and your team, and it's the other way around as well. So don't give us that, alright? And you're so not throwing your life away. I've had enough of that for one lifetime."

The little hint of herself she'd given there she hardly noticed, and she hoped that it remained that way with the others too. "This isn't the time for grudges, Matt. You're in the lead- what do you want to do with him?"

What he probably wanted to do - and admitably what she wanted to do as well - was to pick him up and shake the nonsense out of him. So many things weren't making sense right now that her head was spinning.

On the team, she and Krys were the ones who had to have the most empathy. They were the furthest from the horrors that the team might see - but that didn't mean the weight of the world didn't rest on them. Every choice that Hayley made could cause a death for someone else, a ruin in someone else's life. She was playing God every single day, but it was better than sitting by and letting the world pass by and both people - the ones that she would have helped and the ones that she didn't - die. It had to be worth it, in the end. She had to save someone, for her brother.

It was really all she had.

and if today that person was Reid, than that would be the case.

[Dr. Spencer Reid]

Reid knew that he wasn't fooling anyone. He knew that they know how much he cared about Krys, and that he really would never want her to know what was going on. He had made it a point back when he was telling her about Tobias Hankel not to mention the drug abuse. That was the one part of him that he couldn't find it to open up to her about. So it was ironic that when she left he was driven back to it. Back to the one thing that he had forced himself to escape from for all those years. And now more than ever the only one that would be able to save him from the certain death at the end of the tunnel he was taking was Krys, and she was no where to be found.

"And you aren't the only one who was shafted with no freaking goodbye so stop it." Matt knew very well that it wasn't the same thing. First of all Matt didn't love her, not like Reid did at least. Second off was Reid knew very well that everyone but him had had some contact with Krys at one point in the last month. Reid on the other hand had gone from seeing her bleeding out in the floor to not being to see her in the hospital, to her disappearing one day. And from that moment on he had no contact. Not a letter, e-mail, phone call. She could be dead for all he knew. And yet everyone else had had some contact, and Reid knew if Morgan had gotten an e-mail that Matt sure as heck had also. What was worse was none of them could admit that they had heard from her. No one told Reid anything. Not even Morgan, whom he had lived with for two weeks before taking his leave of absence.

Feed up with it Reid exclaimed, though softer than he had been before having little energy left to deal with it. "Why did she leave then?! If she cares for me then why would she do this? Why wouldn't she talk to me? why wouldn't anyone tell me anything? I know you know something, where she is, her phone number. Anything! I just want to talk to her! Need to!" With that last word he gave up, much like he had the day she had tried to kill herself. He fell to the ground still leaning against the wall, after Matt had ruffed him up again, though he could barely remember feeling the older man's hands against his body. He pulled his legs up at close to his chest and buried his head in his knees. They could do what they wanted with him. He didn't care. They weren't going to tell him what he wanted. Not even Garcia would help him. He was ready to just give in. Obviously Krys didn't care as much as they all thought she did.

[Matthew Grimaldi]

"What do you want to do with him?"

Matthew had been about to respond, though rushed, when he watched Spencer Reid slump to the floor. Matt's dark eyes followed the action in silence until he finally felt himself release a heavy sigh within his chest. He couldn't help but feel guilty. Sure they were all hurting but this kid was taking ot just as hard, if not even worse, and he seemed far less resiliant to pain than Matt was. So, he felt inclined to act.

"Come on kid." He grunted softly, moving down to squat beside the young, washed up agent, his arms draped over his thighs. "You know darn well she cares about you something awful." Gosh, there was his country blood sneaking up on him again. He resisted the urge to give the young man a light nudge or the pulling sensation and desire to yank him up on his feet. No, for this moment, despite his better judgement, Matthew wouldn't force any reaction. "She went away because she's sick, and she needs to get better." There really was no easier way of putting it and Matt was a man of few words as is.

Shifting a bit on his toes he glanced to the ground. "And if you think I know where she is then you're sadly mistaken." His dark eyes darted back up looking to Spencer's face. God he looked awful. "But if you want a message relayed to her, I can see that it happens." Okay, this was a little lie. Matt had no idea who to ask other than Hayley and he certainly didn't want to burder her with that responsibility, but if it meant getting this kid out of a drug house than it had to become an option.

"I know what Krys is doing right now doesn't make any dog gone sense. It never did. Never does. But trust me on this kid, she likes you something fierce." His dark eyes dared to study Spencer's reaction, or lack there of, trying to see if his words sunk in with the young man. "She always did since the first day she met ya. I know more about you than I would like to kid." He gave a light chuckle, though somewhat forced it was at least honest. Many days when Krys would return from BAU or school work she'd be rambling about Spencer Reid... Well, who he used to be until this moment. It seemed that everyone was changing, and quite rapidly.

"She's not gone forever. It may seem like that, but I know Robin and that ain't the case, you get me?" At least... He hoped not. "So.. On your feet." With that Matthew got stick of being still and stood right up, reaching for Spencer he hoisted him right up like he was a doll. With a soft grunt he attempted to study him, giving his arms a light shake to make sure that he was alert. "Come on kid. Give me one of those facts you know."

[Hayley "Chez" Chezaneski]

Oh, well, /that/ was going to be no walk in the park. In fact, she was pretty sure that what Matt had just promised Reid was not only going to be very very painful for her, but also impossible to pull off. She'd told JJ that the team thought she was superwoman - but she actually wasn't superwoman, and couldn't pull off impossible feats. She glared daggers into Matt's side for a moment before shaking the feeling. If she had to, she'd find a way. Or she'd create something. Just as long as they dealt with the situation at hand.

She quickly took up Matt's charade, letting him take the lead. It was easier, when undercover, instead of going in five hundred different directions at once. She'd learned that quickly. "Matt's right, Reid. He usually is, in fact. And he's definitly right this time too."

She met Matt's eyes. How did they plan on getting the kid out of there and finishing the job as well? Could they actually pull that off?

"Let me take him out." She ignored any and all protests and continued explaining herself. "You know as well as I do that I'm not as good at this as you and Kate. The two of you can finish this up without me here and you definitly know it." She was talking quickly. "I'll pretend the two of us are going to do - something" she lifted an eyebrow at that "outside. And I'll take him and we'll get out of here."

[Dr. Spencer Reid]

"She went away because she's sick, and she needs to get better." Reid's eyes, dark and lifeless, flashed up at the words. He watched Matt for an instant before exclaiming, "Do you really think I believe that? How dumb do you think I am? She isn't sick, not physically at least!" he knew very well that metal sickness was probably worse than having a cold. Yet he didn't like the fact that Matt was talking to him like an immature kid that didn't know anything. Maybe now was the one time in Reid's life that that statement might actually hold true, but he still didn't like it. Even in his drug haze he knew that Matt wasn't telling him everything that he knew.

"But if you want a message relayed to her, I can see that it happens." It took all of Reid's might not to shout at him for being a lair. Matt goes on about how he has no idea where Krys was and still has the guts to suggest relaying a message to her. To do that would inutile knowing, or at least knowing how to find out, how to find her, or talk to her. Reid's eyes were now fixed on Matt in a death stare as if the harder he looked Matt would soon turn to fire. Finally unable to hold his tongue any longer, having missed everything else that Matt had said, Reid said, "If your going to go through all the trouble to get her a message, you might as well just tell me how to get to her so I can do it myself." The words were abnormally cold and harsh, and sounded strange coming for the young genius.

Then Hayley's suggested a way to get Reid out the drug house, something that he wasn't sure he wanted to do, but if it would get him away from Matt than he was game. Reid lowered his eyes finally breaking away from Matt's and rested his head between his knees blacking out the rest of the world. He didn't care what Matt decided to do. He didn't care about the man any more. He was just one more person that had the guts to lie to him, as well as Hayley, who was going along with Matt's brilliant plan of lies. There seemed to be no one in the world that would tell Reid the truth. Not even Oliver or even Krys, the one person that Spencer had thought would always be there to help him.