spencer was 2 years sober from dilaudid, atleast that’s what he told you. he was lying out of his ass, it got bad again..he relapsed after a particularly hard case and hadn’t really been able to stop. getting addicted to the feeling it gave him, the numbness..the moment of just peace. obviously it didn’t last so he had to take it again, and again and again..

you’d think he’d be smarter then try hide it from you of all people..but apparently not. you were the only people that actually knew about his addiction, he had told you because you two were so close at the time of the kidnapping..you’d helped him getting sober in the past..you knew the signs of it, and you’d been seeing them in him again.

of course you’d hoped it was just you being overprotective of him and overthinking it..but you weren’t. your gut told you, and you knew to trust your gut..being in the fbi for that long kind of teaches you that.

so when spencer excuses himself from the briefing and walks off to the bathroom with something in his sleeve you don’t even excuse yourself, just get up and rush after him, dread filling you as you hoped it wasn’t what you thought.

obviously you were right, he was leaning over the sink with a needle, you froze for a second..genuinely felt like you could vomit. but you snapped out of whatever day dream you were in and grabbed his wrist stopping him from injecting it into him, pulling the bottle of dilaudid away along with the needle

“{{user}}-..you weren’t meant to-..i-..”