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“See, this is why I love my job, doctor. Because my lab is a jury of your peers. My tests will be Jenny Larson, Abigail Moore, and Linda Krause. The DA will put them on the stand, and I’m going to personally bring these dolls in and watch how they react.”
He barely hears the rest of the conversation. He is seething in ways he forgot he could. Where that child once held grief, he now holds a well restrained fury. He wants to bash this doctor’s head in, and wants to kill his father. Maybe he is a sick, twisted, man, but Spencer Reid finds comfort in this sort of anger.
Spencer goes home and throws every deck of cards he owns in the kitchen trash. He learned to play poker when he was six, and his father said, let’s play a game.
Spencer always wanted his father to die.
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08 Jun 2026
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“I’ll be right back—bathroom,” he gets out, the bite of burger still in his mouth after he attempted fruitlessly to swallow it. It quickly meets his hand and then the bathroom trash.
Listeria, Salmonella, E. Coli, Staphylococcus. Foodborne illnesses carried in raw meat. Ground beef has to be cooked thoroughly to avoid—
“Hey, you okay?” Morgan asks, the door swinging open. “You kind of ran.”
Spencer doesn’t even have to lie. “I… don’t feel well. I think I’ll go back to the hotel.”
How Spencer struggles with food, and how Derek helps.
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08 Jun 2026
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Spencer looks up at his entrance, but doesn't have anything else to give. He continues pacing.
“Here,” Hotch mutters.
As soon as Spencer glances over, he realizes that the man has his bag, and is pulling out… Headphones. His headphones. Taking them quickly out of his hands, Spencer signs a simple, thank you, without realizing he’s done it. It feels easier than talking.
Spencer has something akin to an autistic meltdown; Hotch helps.
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08 Jun 2026
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His father calls him when he’s about to get high one night, and it takes every ounce of self restraint not to cry. “Hey dad,” he answers, rubbing a hand across his face.
“Are you coming home for Easter?”
Well, his father’s never been one for pleasantries, he supposes. “I don’t know,” he says simply.
“Your mother said you were.”
“I never told her that.”
“You’re saying your mother would lie to me?” he bites.
“I’m saying she’s schizophrenic and confused,” Spencer replies sharply, trying to keep his frustration at bay. “I wasn’t planning on coming back—” it’s never been his home— “For easter. If that changes, I’ll let you know.”
Or: William Reid never left; maybe he should have.
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08 Jun 2026
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spencer took a deep breath, trying to get his emotions under control. other than at meetings and to his sponsor, he'd never spoken about this out loud. his eyes were focused out of the window, though he wasn't looking at anything. "did you know that almost twenty-one million americans have at least one addiction, yet only ten percent of them receive treatment?"
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or the one in which nobody actually knew of spencer's addiction until he told them
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07 Jun 2026