"Dr. Reid… Spencer can you hear me?" Reid didn't react to the light the doctor was flashing in front of his eyes; he continued to stare at the floor as he sat huddled in the corner tied tightly in a strait jacket to prevent him from scratching himself. Only a week before he had been let out of his restraints and had an episode where he'd scratched his arms until they bled. Right now Morgan was sitting on the bed with Garcia, they had come to see Reid after hours so he wouldn't be upset by other patients who were walking through the halls, he seemed to become agitated by large groups of people.

"I'm sorry I don't think we'll be able to visit today." The doctor said standing and placing the light in his breast pocket, Garcia had been wiping her eyes with a handkerchief the entire time while Derek just stared at Reid trying to comprehend how a nervous breakdown could completely change his young friend's behavior.

"I did mention that this behavior was recurring agent Morgan." Derek ignored the remark and watched the way Reid reacted to it, shifting his eyes from the floor to the doctors back then down again, as if he understood completely the words but chose to manifest this behaviour regardless.

"Could we speak with him alone?" Morgan asked, the doctor pursed his lips quite unsure of the request

"Well… only for a few minutes but I will be right outside." Derek nodded as did Penelope while the doctor passed them both and slid the door closed. Morgan knelt down next to Reid whose knee was shaking as he rocked against the wall, eyes still fixated on the floor.

"Reid?" Morgan said gently, Spencer didn't react.

"Reid I know things have been hard… and I know losing Foyet hurt you." Reid's eyes rose to meet Derek's upon mentioning the name. Hotch had discovered something in the Reaper files and knew somehow that George was the Reaper, he eventually pieced together where Foyet would be and was forced to shoot him in front of Reid in his apartment, though Foyet was alive and arrested in Virginia and Hotch had is kept that way since Reid had gone off the deep end. They needed information from Spencer now too since he was an accessory to all of Foyet's crimes having known about his lovers secret life. George continuously denied involving Spencer in any way but it didn't help, Reid had been ridiculed and ousted by a reporter who had paid off a security guard to get the story behind the Reaper and eventually Spencer couldn't handle the stress and snapped… now here he was in an institution wrapped up for his own safety, he had panic attacks and was intensely paranoid and obsessive, his ability to cope with anything normal was gone and he reacted quite violently to people who invaded his personal space.

Derek looked at Reid who continued to stare at him with hollow eyes.

"Reid…" he said softly, "Please… let us help you." Spencer exhaled sharply and looked back at the floor, Morgan put his hand out and touched Spencer's shoulder which caused a violent reaction, Reid flipped onto his back and kicked at Derek craning his neck to the side with wild eyes.

"Don't touch me! Don't touch me!" he yelled, the doctor came back into the room in a heartbeat with two orderly's, upon seeing this. Reid pushed himself up to his feet against the wall and shook back and forth to try and get away from the two men, as the doctor held a needle in his hands. Garcia couldn't help but rush out of the room as the orderly's held Reid who struggled to get away from the sharp point of the needle that was stuck into his shoulder, he cried out and then began sobbing as the orderly's let him go and he fell to his side on the padded floor. Derek looked down at his friend in sheer horror at what he had become; Reid's own mother wasn't as bad as this. The doctor had explained to Hotch earlier that he believed Reid was experiencing a severe form of psychosis, but couldn't be completely sure if he was schizophrenic.

"Please…." Reid cried, "Please give him back." Derek stood rubbing his forehead, he had no idea how they ever could reach Reid.

-CM-

"What can I do for thee agent Hotchner." Foyet said from across the table, his feet and hands were cuffed and chained to a spot on the floor. He shifted in his seat pulling at the collar of his orange jump suit with his teeth. Hotch took a deep breath as he opened a file in front of Foyet

"Let's talk about Nina Hale." Foyet shifted his foot which made the chains clank

"Let's not and say we did." He said clearly uninterested

"You stabbed her over forty times." Hotch said still looking at the file

"Forty six." Foyet stated, Hotch looked up

"But who's counting really." He said with a sarcastic grin. Hotch closed the file and stood up to leave

"What? Don't tell me you have no sense of humor?" George called out to him, Aaron turned and gave Foyet a hard look but the Reaper was un-phased.

"As much as I hate to admit that I need your help Foyet I do." George sat straight in the chair and stared at Aaron

"Well conjugal visits aren't allowed Aaron, and no offense but… you're not really my type."

"Was Spencer?" Foyet's expression hardened and his jaw clamped shut, Hotch slowly made his way back to the table and sat down, he reopened the file and pointed at the photo of Nina Hale. George rolled his eyes and sighed

"What about her?" he asked looking around the room, there wasn't anything in particular to look at though.

"You stabbed her forty six times… why?" Foyet looked at Hotch

"Because she was there… I don't know." Aaron flipped to a photo of Nina when she was alive, it was a graduation shot.

"Is that what I tell the victims families Foyet? That you killed their loved ones because they were in your way?" George didn't look at Hotch as his eyes continued to wander around the room

"Or you could tell them you said you'd rather try to catch me then have me not kill them." He said looking up at the ceiling fan, his eyes following the blades as they slowly spun. Hotch was getting annoyed very quickly.

"Don't you realise you've won?" Foyet looked at Aaron finally

"Your methods are going to be studied for years, you're the Reaper as prolific as Dahmer or Manson isn't that what you wanted." George moved his jaw from side to side.

"No." he said plainly looking back up at the ceiling

"Then what do you want?" Foyet looked Hotch in the eyes and leaned forward

"It doesn't matter agent Hotchner, what I want I can't have." He said plainly staring Aaron down; their eyes scanned each other for what seemed a long time before Foyet spoke again

"How's Haley by the way? You two still getting divorced? How's Jack taking that?" Aaron stood up and walked out of the room leaving Foyet grinning and laughing to himself. George didn't really care about Hotch he just wanted to strike a nerve so he wouldn't have to talk to him anymore, which worked for the moment but he knew Aaron would be back… he always was.