TW: Suicide attempt,

He got up and got his messenger bag and went to the bathroom sitting on the floor. He rummaged through the bag until he found his migraine pills that he never got around to using.

He spread his legs into a V shape, put the bottle in between his knees and stared at it. He gulped down the some more of the vodka and picked up the pill bottle. He fumbled for a minute before finally getting it open. He put the pills in his left hand and brought it up to his mouth, but before he could put them in his phone started ringing.

"Reid, I know you said you wanted time off, Strauss just wanted to know how long?" Hotch said right away through the phone.

"I D'know. What day is it again?"

"Tuesday. Reid are you drunk?"

"Hm? Oh, yeah. That just made me remember, I was gonna call but you did. I just want you and the team to know that m'srry."

"Sorry for what Reid? Are you ok?"

Spencer didn't hear Hotch's last questions for he began putting the pills in his mouth. He washed them down with the rest of the drink.

"These 'upposed to make you drowsy?" He said mostly to himself while reading the side of the bottle.

"Stay awake Reid. Whatever you do, do not got to sleep."

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Hotch POV- BAU offices-Quantico, Virginia

"Stay awake Reid. Whatever you do, do not got to sleep." Hotch said as he ran out of his office and towards Garcia's layer. He got confused looks from the team and they got up and followed him. When he got to her office he burst through the door.

"Garcia I need you to track Reid's phone and send an ambulance to his location."

Sensing the urgency of the situation she tracked him to a hotel in Las Vegas and sent an ambulance there. When she finished she looked at Hotch in worry.

"What's happening, is my Boy Genius okay?!"

Her question reminded him that Reid was still on the phone. He yelled Reid's name into the phone a few times and finally got a moan in response.

"Stay on the phone, I need you to talk to me Spencer.  I need to know your okay."

"I'm okay, why wouldn't I be?" He said in a quiet, slurred voice.

"Oh thank god. Reid can you just talk to me till the paramedics come to help you? Just tell me about your day."

"I don know why you wan to know bout my day..."

"Reid!"

There was no response from him but thankfully he could hear the voices of paramedics in the background. Then he heard a bunch of moving around for about 5 minutes and then a female voice on the other line.

"Who is this?" She asked.

"I'm your patients boss. His name is Spencer Reid and he is 29 years old, his mother has schizophrenia but he is healthy."

"Thank you. I'm going to need to hang up now but we are taking him to Kindred Hospital here in Las Vegas."

Hotch heard her hang up and ran his hand through his hair. He looked at the team whose questioning looks said enough.

"Reid...I think he tried to kill himself."

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A/N: If you or someone you know is struggling with thoughts of suicide I have put the world suicide hotline numbers below. If someone needs immediate attention, call your local emergency number.