6x19 - “With Friends Like These…”
Reid: The profile kinda makes it sound like…schizophrenia leads to serial killing.
Morgan: That’s not what we said at all, Reid.
Reid: My mom has schizophrenia, there are many different types.
Morgan: I know that.
Reid: Catatonic, disorganized, just because someone suffers from an inability to organize their thoughts, or can’t bathe or dress themselves, doesn’t mean they’re gonna stab someone in the chest thirty times post mortem.
Morgan: Reid…what’s really goin’ on?
Reid: Our Unsub’s hallucinations aren’t fractured like a typical schizophrenic. They’re vivid and clear, leading me to believe that we’re missing an important variable. Rather than making crazy conjectures, I think that we should be trying to figure out what it is.
Morgan: Listen to me. I know this is a scary age for you. It’s when schizophrenic breaks happen. Have you talked to anybody about this.
Reid: (quietly) Emily.
Morgan: Have you seen a doctor?
Reid: They all say I’m fine.
Morgan: Then why don’t you believe them?
Reid: Because predicting ones chance of developing a genetic condition are like finding a penny in an ocean. I have terrible headaches, I can’t sleep at night, I can’t focus on our cases, I…I only read five books last week.
Morgan: C’mon, kid, you have to cut yourself some slack. You’re also depressed about Prentiss, and I get it, we all are. Reid, I miss her every day. But if your mind was splitting, do you really think you’d be able to figure out that this team is missing a variable?
Reid: (quietly) Just speculating that we are. Need to prove it.
Morgan: Okay, then you do that. The moment you are wandering around the streets aimlessly, that’s when I’ll be concerned about you. C’mon, pretty boy. Let’s get to work.