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SPENCER REID
After I return home from Gideon's funeral I pull out my chess board. I start a game with myself. Remembering that I need to think 3 moves ahead. This would be so much easier if Gideon was here. I walk into the bathroom looking a the cabinet under the sink. One shot and I could be with Gideon again. Just a little to much in the sryinge and it will be over. KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!
"Hey Pretty Boy! You home?" Morgan yells
I go and open the door hoping it isn't obvious what I was thinking about. If Morgan knew I wonder what he would say.
"How are you doing Pretty Boy?" He asks
"I'm ok all things considered." I answer
"We are all planing on going to get dinner tomorrow. I was wondering if you wanted to go."
"I don't know Morgan. I don't really feel very well." I lie
"I'll bring you some and then you can still eat. I know you don't really eat with chopsticks anyway so."
"Oh whatever."
"I'll see you tomorrow at work though right?"
"Most likely."
"Ok I'll see you then." He says with a small smile and a wave
I shut the door behind him and walk back to the bathroom. If I am going to work tomorrow that means that I cannot kill myself, but the effects of the drug should wear off before morning. I unlock the cabinet and pull out a vile and sryinge. I inject myself and allow the drug to take me away from what has happened the past few days. With the drug I am happy. With the drug nothing is wrong. This is ok.