Chapter 1

Spencer didn't know what was wrong with himself. Everything was a mess at his home. He had trouble sleeping and he could hardly take care of himself. It was hard for him just to go to the toilet by himself. He just wished that someone would take over his life, make decisions for him.

Spencer went to his books and picked one out. He tried to read it, but for some reason he couldn't. He threw the book across the room in frustration. "What is wrong with me?! What am I going to do for two weeks? I have vacation for crying out loud and I can't even read my favorite book!" He went to his phone and dialed Morgan's number.

Morgan was rolling over in bed, having a great dream, when the sound of the phone ringing disturbed his sleep, "No good dream," he complained as it continued to ring, "Augh!" he growled picking up," Hello?"

"Morgan... it's me... Spencer..."

"Oh hi Spence," he stretched and fell out of the bed, "Augh," he groaned sitting up, "What's up?"

"I... never m-mind..."

"Dude, you just woke me up out of a great sleep to say never mind?"

"Yeah... I know it's s-stupid... s-sorry to disturb your sleep."

'Are you ok, you sound more.....emotional, then usual."

"... I-I'm f-fine." Spencer hoped that Morgan didn't hear the sobs that came out of his mouth.　

Morgan raised a brow, "Are you sure? You sound discombobulated."

Spencer sniffed. "No. I just had a nightmare. I-I'm going to be fine."

"Aw, Spence." Morgan sighed, "Hey, you wanna do something today? I don't know maybe go out or I can come over and we can watch Star wars or something?"

Spence sounded like he needed to get out of the house and lose his trouble with someone

Spencer thought about it for awhile and then nodded, but then he remembered Morgan couldn't see him.

"So you want to do that?" he asked again.

"Yes. I would like that, Morgan. C-can I come to y-your place?"

"Sure," he said, "Do you want me to come pick you up?" he asked.　

Spencer let out a relieved sigh. He wasn't happy to drive in his condition. "Yes. That would be great. Thanks."

"Alright I'll come get you in about 30 minutes," he said, "See you then."

Morgan hung up and turned over, "Man, every time," he stretched and stood to go take a shower.

Surprisingly his house was moderately clean and orderly.

Spencer was happy. He was looking forward to spend some time with Morgan who he saw as an older brother. He knew he should take a shower, but he just didn't have the energy to do so and the same with tidying up his flat. Morgan would get a shock of his life when he would see it.

Probably should eat and drink something too, but he just couldn't'

After a shower Morgan grabbed some clothes on, he figured since it was so early him and Reid could like get some breakfast at the pancake house. So he brushed his teeth and hair and grabbed his keys.

Spencer sat at his couch with his arms around his knees while rocking back and forth while waiting for 'his big brother'.

Morgan got there after about 20 minutes. He knocked on the door loudly enough to wake Reid up if he'd fallen asleep, "Hey Spence it's me."

Spencer stood up and walked in slow-motion to the door.

Morgan stood at the door looking around the house.

Spencer fell over the book he thrown and started to cry loudly. His knee was hurting.

Morgan heard him and kicked the door opened and looked around for Reid, and tripped over him, "Mmrph!" he groaned, getting more floor to the face. He sat up and looked at him, "What's wrong?" he asked lifting him to a point where he was sitting up too.

"I-I tripped. My knee is hurting." Spencer said between sobs.　

Morgan sighed, "Here I am thinking you just dropped a knife through your foot." he rolled his eyes. But he noted that Spencer was actually crying, "Are you ok?" he asked, "It's ok, Spence. You don't have to cry about it." he rubbed his back.

Spencer sniffed and leaned onto Morgan's shoulder. He loved the contact and the care he gave him. He felt safe. "S-sorry. For b-being a b-baby." Sniff.

"Shh. It's ok," he rubbed circles into his back.

Spencer hoped that Morgan wouldn't notice that his flat was a mess or himself either. He'd hadn't had the energy to take a bath for quite awhile

Morgan sighed and calmed him. He couldn't help but look at the flat, "Are you making anthrax?" he gave a bad joke.

"What?" Spencer asked confused.　

"Nothing," he shook his head and sighed, "better?"

Spencer was tempted to say; help me, take care of me. But was too embarrassed to ask.

"This won't do," he looked around the house and stood. Standing Spencer up, "Look at this. You may not have time to clean it, but you could at least hire someone.....Someone brave."

Spencer put his index finger in his mouth and looked innocently at Morgan.

Morgan's shoulders dropped. He sighed, "You can't live like this."

Spencer started to sniff again. He hated these emotions! Why was he acting like this he didn't know.

"No! No, no, no, don't start crying again!" he said.

"S-sorry..."*Sob* "I-I j-just can't help i-it..." *sob, sniff*

"Go to your room and start packing some things. You're not staying in this sty. You'll just have to stay with me for a while."

Spencer was delighted, but he didn't want to show it. "N-no... I-I can take care of myself..."

*sniff*

Morgan looked at him with a raised brow, "I can tell when you're faking, now get."

Spencer pouted. "No I'm not."

Morgan grabbed his arm and pulled him, giving his bottom a firm smack, "Go and pack." he said firmly.

"OW! You can't do that to me."

"Get in there and pack or I'll give you ten of the same," he warned.

Spencer looked embarrassed down at the floor. "W-what shall I pack?"

"Things you think you'll need. Clothes, medications, shoes, anything you think you'll need and that you can fit in a suitcase, we'll come back for what you can't fit later."　

Spencer nodded while sniffing and went to pack but in a very slow motion.

"Spence, I know you can go faster. Move like your mouth does when you're talking about statistics."

Spencer nodded and speeds up a bit, but only a little bit. He suddenly felt odd down at his groin. What was that?

Morgan stood at the door, "Are you almost done?"

As Spencer was about to pack he couldn't suddenly feel something wet at his groin. He looked down and was shocked to see that he's just peed in his pants. He so hoped that Morgan wouldn't come into his bedroom.

"Are you almost done?" he asked.

Morgan looked at him not moving and sighed walking in, "What's wrong," he stopped and looked down at the puddle forming at Spencer's feet, "......?"

Spencer's face went deep red of shame.