(Please everyone forgive my mistakes: English is not my first language.)

Friday night
He wasn't feeling well. He hasn't felt that bad since he was 8.

He walked slowly out of the bathroom. Suddenly he stopped and bolted back again, barely made it in time. Throwing up is never a good experience.

Things are supposed to go down the throat according to Newton and not up the throat.

That was his numb mind trying to make since as usual but ignoring the simple fact that he knows what will happen next… and what is coming

With a grimace Spencer Reid stood from his position by the toilet seat with slight shaky legs.

He extended his arms to grab to something when vertigo land came by with all its weird rotation. And once again his stomach made a flip and he found himself doubling up again over the toilet.

And that was when a hushed whispery voice from behind him said:"what is the point of living if you're feeling like a cosmic throwing up machine?"

His body shivered with a sudden coldness. A Strange feeling overcame him. His heart started racing. And a strange sad wail crashed his senses. He closed his ears with both hands and winced from the sudden pain that shocked his mind senseless before welcoming the darkness that was threatening his vision for a while. His last thought was ... not again

Monday morning

BAU quarters

"Hey Morgan . Late night?" Said David Rossi as a yawning Morgan slumped to his desk with half opened eyes and a smirk. "What's her name? Asked Emily before adding a dark " if you know''

"What should I tell you? What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas." replied Derek with a wink.

From Reid's desk popped the happy cheerfully curious voice of the T. A. Garcia : "you were in Vegas? When? Why? What happened? Oh please tell me. Why didn't you tell me? You said you will spend the weekend with a friend. Oh wait. Reid said that he was going to Vegas for a visit. You went with Reid? OooooWas it Reid? Oooooooh my that's a quiet turn of events. Did y "

Morgan jumped and interrupted "WHAT? Garcia give me a break mamma! You have a wiiiiiild imagination. Now that is your dirty subconscious talking"

And before she could continue he rushed to her and put his finger on her lips and said with a laugh "NO, YOU NEED a de-caff".

Taking her extra caffeinated coffee with his other hand, he frowned and turned to the others and asked '"what's funny?" By then Garcia registered the giggles and laughter that were coming from Rossi and Emily who were doing their best to smother them and go for a straight face with no luck.

"What?" Said Garcia with a frown "I was just asking. I need anything dirty on Reid"

Morgan couldn't stop the smile that crept to his face before adding "maybe Reid should have answered your questions I'd love to see his reaction" and then he added "after I kill him of course."

Emily couldn't hide her curiosity "Garcia, why do you need dirt on Reid? And Morgan what did Reid do to you"

with sigh Morgan looked at her and said: "Well, a friend called me in Vegas, she er needed some help moving in. so I ended up with Reid on the same flight to Vegas However the thing was that we were to meet later for a game in a casino. He didn't show up. He sent later a message to tell me that he was on his way back home .Can you believe it? He owes me"

By then a grim Hotch came in with JJ and said "that's enough now. We have a case. And Garcia why are you here? I thought you can hack Reid's computer from your base?"

"I was going through his scribbles um I mean notes." replied a red faced Garcia

Emily gasped and a worried Rossi shared a look with Morgan who was out of speech."What's going on Hotch? JJ?" Asked Rossi and Emily at once

"Meeting everyone 5 minutes" was Hotch's only answer "and Garcia when you're done with the notes we need them ASAP".