This is a Daddy Daughter one shot I wanted to make. The reader is going to have the same invisible illness I have called Myalgic Encephalomyelitis, there is no cure and please do not get it confused with Chronic Fatigue Syndrome its only part of it. If you want more information go to www.name-us.org
This is going to be based loosely on my experience with M.E. I recently though gained back my walking ability, so go me! But if you, my little scouts want me to keep you updated on my condition I can do that.

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Another day in bed, another moment of pain, another moment of fear. I'm afraid I don't know how clear that is to others that I am, in a constant fear that my heart will go funky and it will cost me my life or if I'll collapse when I'm not in my wheelchair causing me to hit my head and no one will be around.

I told my mom about the suicidal thoughts I have and she told me to shake my head and not let it get to me...but that's kind of hard when you can look at anything and think I could kill myself with that...the depression gets bad too. I think the only person who noticed this was my Uncle Spencer, but he's a genius so why wouldn't he have besides the fact I pour out all my problems to him.

My room was on the first floor of are no stair house, it was all ground level, "Hey princess," My Dad...the only person I never told my problems to, he would think I'm weak, so I slap on a fake smile and look at him.

"Yeah, Dad?" I've gotten good at pretending I'm happy, especially for my younger brother Jack's sake though I think he's catching on.

"Want to come to work with me?" He asked.

"Sure thing," I say trying to mask the fact that I am having light breathing problems.

"Ok grab your shoes we will leave now, (y/n)." I nodded and wheeled myself over to the closet and grabbed my (f/c) converse slipping them on and taking breaks every once and awhile.

I wheeled myself over to him with a, yet again, fake smile, "I'm ready to go."

"All right sweet pea."

My dad wheeled me outside and put me in his car before closing the door. I turned weak for a moment, I was going to finally spill my problems to him...so I did...why doesn't he look surprised? Mad? Or any emotion?

"Your Uncle Spencer told me if that's what you're wondering."

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner but I'm sure Uncle Spencer told you why."

"He told me the moment when you confessed to him about your suicidal thoughts and how you thought I would react. Honey, I'm not mad at you and I don't think you're weak, I think you are the bravest person I know."

"Really?!" This shocked me I never thought of myself as brave ever.

"Yes really. Braver than Derek, Spencer, Penelope, JJ, Gideon, or anyone I know. Now listen up, when we get into the BAU, no mentioning that I became really soft, ok?" He told me so I laughed a true laugh knowing he had the reputation that he was practically a stone with a heart.

I gave him a silly two-fingered salute and said in my best Buggs Bunny voice, "Yes sir!" It made him laugh, well it makes anyone laugh, especially Jack. He adored it when I spoke like Buggs Bunny. I always would say either, 'What's up doc?' Or 'Got it Doc' to my Uncle Spencer since everyone called him Doctor Reid, I just took it and made it funny.

My dad wheeled me into the BAU where I was greeted with several familiar faces, "There's our detective!" JJ spoke up making everyone on my dad's team to look at me so I waved.

"Kid, I still don't understand why you don't come work here," My Uncle Derek asked.

I rolled my eyes, "Because I need to complete High School, but on the bright side of that I got an A on my finals!" 

"Good job little genius!" Uncle Spencer cheered as the others clapped.

The door opened, "hey we have a case- No one told me my cherry blossom was here!" Aunt Penelope Almost shouted when she caught sight of me. "But this is good we needed help on the case anyway."

"What it's about?" I asked.

"A kid went missing, he is either runaway or kidnapping, do you know?" Penelope handed me the file.

I took a look at it before thinking, "Kidnapping. He wouldn't have gotten far if it was a runaway," I handed back the file.

"How?" Gideon asked. 

"Because well think, you broke your ankle in soccer and you live on a slope. Would you be able to go down the slope? especially when there is ice?"

"I knew that!" Derek said trying to cover up the fact that a 16 year old out smarted him.

"Sure you did..." I told him nodding my head.

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Please speak up if you need help, are in pain or think something is wrong. Even if you think it will go away please speak up because it might not.