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This case was going to shit. It was supposed to be farely simple but then their unsub managed to get the drop on Reid and was currently holding a needle filled with green liquid to his neck.
Dick was not having a good time. First he gets held hostage, and not even by uncle Ozzie, that would be to fun, then their unsub holds a vial of fear toxin to his neck, then to keep everyone else safe he has to get dosed, and it's not even one of the strains he's immune too, that's like, a very small chance.
Thankfully, since he spent his childhood getting dosed once a fornight he has a little bit before the hallucinations start. He manages to apprehend the criminal before the screams start. When his vision starts cutting between here and a circus tent, he calls out, "No one comes near me, call Hotch tell him it's Fear Toxin Code 0073," before the visions come.
He's a little boy again, watching his Mami and Tati fall, the BAU agents, Wally, Alfred, Bruce, his siblings, Jason last of all and then suddenly he's watching a warehouse explode, Can hear Jason calling for help from a boy who isn't even on the same planet. Tarantula, Blockbuster, Slade. Everyone he loves is stood in a live, watching him fight a sea of assasins, trying to get to them as they talk about how terrible a son, brother, boyfriend, grandson he is and they all turn and walk away never looking back.
They had called Hotch like Reid asked and he had immediatly sent a team of agents wearing gass masks and biohazard suits. There was a few paramedics outside, waiting with an antidote so now all they could do was watch as Reid sat there, eyes wide, shivering, as the antidote started working. In the silence he could tell they were all thinking about how Reid looked, wide eyes fixed on something in the distance, tears rolling down his face, hands shaking as he fought off anyone who came near. They had never seen him more like that, didn't know he could fight so well, and all of them were wondering what was he seeing to make him that terrified when he seemed happy looking down the barrel of a gun.