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Spencer wasn't completely sure how he had allowed something like that to happen or even when it started. All that he did know was that he needed out and he had no idea how he was going to do that. As he readjusted the way that he was sitting in his seat on the jet, for what seemed the hundredth time he knew that he had to focus. There were bigger problems that needed to be dealt with then his own. He sighed and tried not to think of what was waiting for him when he got home.

Morgan sat at the very back of the jet. He liked sitting where he was, it made it easy for him to see everyone that was on his team. He knew that the general rule was that there was no profiling your members but sometimes, especially at times like this he couldn't help it and he knew that he wasn't the only one. He also realized that he wasn't the only one staring at their youngest member. He made a mental note to talk with Hotch about it after the case.
The jet landed a few hours later in Mesa, Arizona. As much as Reid hated it, he could feel the squeamish feeling starting to build in the pit of his stomach. He knew that this meant that there was a panic attack just around the corner. He could feel his pulse starting to speed up and his palms start to get sweaty, that was only made worse when his mind decided to compare it with the fact that that was exactly what used to happen when he was addicted to Diluadid and needed a hit. He also knew that he needed to start taking Compazine again. It was an anxiety medication that he had been prescribed when he was in high school. He had stopped taking it because he felt that he no longer needed it. Now he knew that that had been a mistake. He made a note to get the prescription filled as soon as they were done for the day.
J.J, Prentiss and Rossi went to the police station to set up. Morgan, Hotch and Reid were escorted to the crime scene. They needed to study it and then they were going to meet at the police station to discuss what they had found and start the beginnings of a profile. It wasn't the best plan in the world but it was all that they had.

Reid was carefully walking around the crime scene. Morgan was doing pretty much the same but for a completely different reason. Morgan was trying to think like the killer, get inside that person's head. Reid was doing that because he knew that if he didn't do something then he was going to sit down. He knew that if he sat down he was going to start rocking and that would lead to all sorts of questions that he didn't want to answer. So he walked, tapping his index finger behind his ear.

Hotch was watching the two members of his team. He wasn't being fooled. He knew that one was there starting to do the job that he got paid for and another was there to try and forget. He was the leader of the team; it was his job to make sure that every member was functioning at one hundred percent. When one member was being bothered it was his job to make sure that they received the attention and help that they needed. He had ignored Reid when he had had a problem before. He would never make that mistake again; they had almost lost their genius that day.
Reid figured that his symptoms were worse then he had originally thought. He could have sworn that both Morgan and Hotch were staring at him and that made him nervous. In his mind, there were a hundred and one different reasons as to why they were staring at him. They could think that he was going crazy (he had mentioned more then once that schizophrenia was a genetic disorder), they could think that he was using drugs again or worse, they could actually know what was going on. He had thought that he was hiding his secret well, but when you worked with profiler's day in and day out, they could easily tell when something was wrong.

Hotch walked around the other side of the crime scene so that he was standing next to Morgan. "After we're done for the day I need to talk to you." As he talked he followed Morgan's gaze and realized that he was still staring at the young doctor. Without ever saying a word, or moving any part of his body Morgan had told Hotch that he agreed and that he had noticed that something was very much wrong with their friend.

Reid had slipped out of their sight. He knew that he would be partially blocked by the building as he pulled out his cell phone. Within the three hours since they had left Quantico he had received forty messages on his phone. He swallowed the lump in his throat, shoved the phone into his pocket, wiped his sweaty palms on his pants and went back to work.

He had no idea what he was going to do. He knew that he could use their current case as a distraction but after the case was done he was going to have to go home. He didn't want to think about what would happen to him when he got there. He was also hoping that he had just imagined that Derek and Aaron had been staring at him. The more logical part of his brain told him that they were probably too wrapped up in their own stuff to be bothered with him and his problems. He just hoped that he was right.