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"Men have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest kind of intelligence—whether much that is glorious—whether all that is profound—does not spring from a disease of thought—from moods of mind exalted at the expense of the general intellect." –Edgar Allen Poe

There were dead rabbits everywhere.

Reid kept his eyes shut and as he stumbled forwards, trying to ignore the breathing coming from behind him. The sound of the explosion was still ringing in his ears; red and orange and white and black and—

Shut up, Reid thought desperately. Can't hear through all of the colors.

The breathing behind him was getting closer.

Don't turn around.

Reid couldn't make out street signs anymore; everything was empty and confusing and dark. He was alone.

I shouldn't have run away.

There were dead rabbits everywhere.

Can't hear. Too many colors. Too many dead rabbits.

Reid smiled slightly. He'd had no idea that something dead could make so much noise.

"The dead make more noise than the living."

Reid froze. The breathing was right behind him now. Slowly, he turned and faced the figure before him. He blinked.

It was Tobias Hankel.

Morgan was yelling at Hotch.

"You couldn't possibly know it was LSD!" he shouted. "What if he's actually schizophrenic? How are we supposed to find him, then?"

"I've seen it a million times," said Hotch, who seemed surprisingly calm. "Dilated pupils—accelerated breathing rate—"

"It could have been dialudid," Morgan snapped. "You know he's had problems—"

"You're being irrational, Morgan," Hotch snapped. "Dilaudid would have depressed heart rate; he would have been incoherent, lethargic; and his pupils would have constricted, not dilated. He had all of the symptoms of psychedelic drugs—you would have agreed with me if it was anyone but Reid."

"But you can't know it was LSD," Morgan insisted. "Mescaline? DMT? Tryptamine? There are so many other things—"

"Fine," Hotch snapped. "Does it really matter? I assumed we were taking him to the hospital. How the hell was I supposed to know the building was going to explode?"

"I just want to make sure you're giving them the right information," he snapped. "If they're ever going to find him—"

"We're wasting time," Hotch said. "We've given the search party all of the information we can."

"They'd have to search the entire city—"

"Stop," Hotch interrupted firmly. "We need to focus on the unsub. We can't do anything for Reid right now—"

"So, what?" Morgan snapped. "We're supposed to wait until Reid comes to his senses and wanders back to us?" A small group of police officers were milling around watching the argument; the rest of the team sat rather far off, lost in their own thoughts.

Hotch gritted his teeth. "Unfortunately," he said, "We have no other choice."

Reid shook his head quickly, as if to clear it. The figure was hazy and strange looking, as if Reid were looking at a reflection in a pool of water.

"You aren't real," he said. His voice sounded hoarse and unsure, even to himself.

Tobias took a step forward. "I'm a hallucination," he said.

Reid blinked. "Well, at least you're honest about it," he said weakly. He turned and continued walking, pressing his hands against his ears.

Reid heard Tobias speak again, as if he were right beside him. "That doesn't mean I'm not real," Tobias said, "And it doesn't mean you should ignore me."

Reid stopped, then turned to look at him. "I'm pretty sure it does," he said.

Tobias smirked. "I'm a hallucination," he repeated. "Which means that I'm a manifestation of your subconscious. Which means that I'm you."

"Go away." Reid turned and continued walking.

"Are you afraid of yourself?"

Irritated, Reid turned around again. "No," he snapped, "I can barely hear through all the rabbits because I'm tripping on acid, and I really don't need you complicating things for me." He tried to continue walking, but came up short as he saw Tobias standing in front of him.

"The profile is wrong," Tobias said.

"Get out of my way," Reid snarled.

"There's a reason you felt an earthquake before," Tobias said. "You notice things other people don't; even if you don't know you've noticed it."

"If you're me," Reid snapped, "Why am I going to such great lengths to annoy myself?"

"Because I know things you don't," Tobias said. "You know things you don't."

"That makes absolutely no sense," Reid snapped, "I'm really not interested in listening to the drug induced ramblings of my own mind, thank you. I have to figure out where I am, find my team—"

"You knew the building was going to explode," Tobias said. "You just thought it was an earthquake."

Reid sighed. "Are you trying to convince me I had a premonition?"

"No," Tobias said. "Just that you knew the profile was wrong. Just like I know the profile is wrong. You knew something. We can't trust coincidence. That's not logical."

"More logical than premonitions," Reid said. He tried to keep walking faster, but eventually had to stop when Tobias appeared directly in front of him once again.

"You should really know better than to try and run from your own subconscious," Tobias said.

Reid pressed his hands against his eyes. "I'm hallucinating because I'm tripping on acid," he muttered to himself. "None of this is real. The rabbits aren't real. It's because of the drugs. You can't taste colors. You can't hear things that are dead. You can't hear things that don't make any noise." He slid into a sitting position, leaning against the wall.

"Are you sure about that?" Tobias asked. Reid felt Tobias slide down beside him.

Reid ignored him and continued to chant to himself.

"You can't know this is from the drugs," Tobias said.

"Hotch said my pupils were dilated," Reid snapped. "I heardhim."

"You've been hearing a lot of things that aren't there, lately," Tobias said. "Maybe you just heard what you wanted to hear."

"Shut up," Reid snapped, "There's no other explanation. For the rabbits. For…the colors."

"Unless you actually are losing it," Tobias said. Reid heard a smirk in his voice.

"I hate you."

"Ouch," Tobias replied, a hint of mockery still in his voice. "Defensive, much? You know, I can't tell you anything you don't already know—and I also can't lie to you." Reid ignored him. "How do you even know the explosion was real?"

"Because…." Reid trailed off, and shook his head. "Because of the rabbits!" he moaned, pressing his hands over his ears to block out the noise.

He could still hear Tobias laughing. "You know you're in bad shape," he said, "When your hallucination tells you what a lunatic you're being."

Reid inhaled deeply, then exhaled again. He didn't answer.

"You need me," Tobias said. "For now, at least."

Reid ignored him.

"And even if it is the drugs," Tobias continued, in a silky, dangerous voice, "LSD can trigger psychosis in people with a predisposition to schizophrenia. Especially with your, ah…previous drug history. If the neuron pathways get screwed enough…you could be stuck like this." Reid could practically hear the smirk in his voice, although he kept his eyes closed. "You know the statistics, I assume? You know the—"

"SHUT UP!" Tobias finally fell into silence, but didn't disappear; Reid took several, deep breaths to try and calm himself. When Tobias finally spoke again, it was in a much different tone.

"I'm not your enemy, you know," he said quietly, "I'm just telling you the things you're already thinking. The things you already know."

Reid let out a long sigh. "I know," he muttered. "It's not your fault." He shook his head slowly. "This isn't how I thought it would be," he muttered. "I've read accounts of experiences with LSD, and…"

"How did you think it would be?" Tobias asked him.

Reid sighed. "I don't know," he muttered. "Maybe I thought it would be…fun. Or pleasant, like the Dilaudid. Some sort of an…escape." He took a deep breath. "It's not an escape," he muttered. "It's the opposite. I can't stop thinking about…" he trailed off, then turned his head towards Tobias. He sighed, giving in. "You said the profile was wrong."

"Telling you what you already know," Tobias said.

"But what's wrong about it?" Reid asked. "I can't just know things. There has to be something—something that clued me in—"

"Maybe there is," Tobias said. "You just can't remember it. You just need to remember. Think back—where were you when you got poisoned? If you are on drugs, you must've ingested them somehow."

Reid shut his eyes. "I don't know," he muttered. "We were at the unsub's house—I didn't drink anything there—"

"What about before?"

"We were at the crime scene. There wouldn't have been time—" he broke off suddenly. "I went to the coffee shop before then…"

"Two hours before," Tobias said. "Still too much of a time difference from the onset of your symptoms."

"No," Reid said suddenly, "There would have been time!" He turned to Tobias excitedly. "The coffee was too hot—remember? I didn't drink it until right before we went into the house."

Tobias grinned at him. "See?" he said. "You do need my help."

Reid got to his feet, excitedly. "We have to find the team," he said.

"Why?" Tobias asked, appearing in front of him and blocking his way. "They'll only take you to the hospital. You heard them say it."

"Well, sure…" Reid said slowly.

"They don't know the profile's wrong. And they won't listen to you, because they think you're all messed up."

"Huh," Reid muttered. "But I'm not all messed up. Not that messed up, anyways; I'm hallucinating, but I'm not illogical."

"People aren't like you," Tobias said. "Maybe it affects you differently. Affects you better. And if the unsub is trying to kill your team…"

Reid nodded slowly. "We need to figure this out," he muttered. "While there's still time…" He watched in stupefaction as the dead bodies of the rabbits slowly began to melt away; as if they were being drained into a gutter; things didn't seem nearly as frightening anymore. "So, what should I do?"

"It's obvious, isn't it?" Tobias asked. "You need to go back to the coffee shop. Find the unsub. Solve the case. Save your team. They'll never underestimate you again—no more of those sideways glances, wondering if you've lost it already—they'll know that you can't lose it; and you're know it, too. Even when you're crazy, you're smarter; you can figure things out faster; see things clearer. Because you aren't likemost people. Because you're better."

Reid glanced sideways at Tobias. "I had no idea my subconscious was so arrogant," he said. Then he smiled. "But I kind of like it."

Tobias smiled back. "It's not called arrogance if you're right."

Reid followed Tobias Hankel to the end of the alleyway, out towards the street. After several steps, however, he stopped, frowning. "But what if we're not right?" he asked. "We can't be sure…it could be a trap. It could be dangerous. We could be wrong."

Tobias shrugged. "You can never know that you're right," he said. "I just find it difficult to assume otherwise." He took another few steps, then turned to face Reid. "Are you coming, or what?"

After a split second of hesitation, Reid nodded to himself. The rabbits were gone—how crazy could he be? He followed Tobias Hankel out of the alleyway and into the daylight.