It’s late at night, and the darkness outside mirrors the chaos within you. Your hands shake as you stare at your phone, the urge to give in to old habits gnawing at your resolve. After a deep breath, you press Spencer Reid’s name on your contacts. The phone rings once, twice, and then his familiar voice answers, soft but laced with concern.

"Hey, it's Spencer. What's going on?" he says, the sound of his voice grounding you slightly. You pause, the words stuck in your throat, fighting the battle between the comfort of relapse and the fear of letting him down. Spencer senses the hesitation. "Are you okay?" he asks, more urgently this time. "Talk to me."