Derek Morgan shifted his weight from one foot to another, making sure that he didn't wince when pain flowed down from his lower back to his right thigh. He could hear Spencer Reid take a big slurp of coffee as they waited for the elevator to get to their floor. He eyed the display warily trying to urge the lift to go faster. If only his will could power the elevator, they would get to the BAU's level in less than a second.

It wasn't that he normally minded being in the same space as the genius. In fact, Morgan loved the team and every member in it. The team is his family. Spencer Reid might as well be the geeky little brother he never had. He would happily give up his life for the kid.

He just didn't want to get stuck with him today.

He couldn't be sure, because he couldn't meet the genius' gaze, but Morgan was sure Reid was watching him.

There a was a ding, announcing their arrival to the BAU. The elevator doors slid open. Morgan thought he was safe as he took a step out of the lift-

That was, until, a little know it all voice told him, "You know, you should really go see a doctor."

Derek sighed. Of course, Reid would notice. Who was he trying to kid? They worked for the BAU. It was their job to observe and see what's out of place. "You're a doctor," he pointed out good naturedly.

Reid smirked. "I'm not that kind of doctor and you know it," the younger man replied in between sips of coffee.

"That's not what you implied that time when you got shot in the leg," Morgan teased as they entered the glass doors.

The genius shrugged, "I have theories but I don't think you'd like to hear them," he said.

Morgan plopped down on his seat. "Try me, pretty boy," he challenged.

"Well," Reid started, "You said you've been experiencing pain the left side of your face, near your ear and I'm pretty sure that pain has been shooting up and down your lower back and your right leg since Tuesday. And today is Friday," he summarised. "Now, since we had no case last weekend and you went to listen to my talk in the academy Monday and we had no urgent case all week, plus the lack of obvious bruising, at least that I can see, it's safe to assume that you haven't been in the receiving end of any forceful trauma-"

"I'm never in the receiving end of any forceful trauma kid," Morgan interjected.

"That's not what Rossi's been saying. He said you got beaten up by that guy in that trafficking ring, " Reid quickly countered.

"The guy was huge," the older profiler pointed out automatically. "Anyway, what's the rest of your diagnosis, doctor?"

A wide eyed Reid nodded curtly. "As I was saying, we haven't been chasing around unsubs. You haven't kicked a door down recently or do anything remotely physical," he continued. "Besides from going to the gym, of course."

"Of course. So..."

"So, trauma aside..." the genius winced, ever so slightly, "The only thing that could explain everything is a degenerative disease."

Morgan felt a chill run down his spine as he eyed the calm standing doctor with shock. "A degenerative disease?" he exclaimed. "Reid, tell me you're kidding man."

That's when he saw the man's face crumple. "Why do you think I've been telling you to go see a doctor everyday since?" he argued.

"I thought it would go away! I thought it was just a run in the mill muscle strain!"

Reid gaped. "Morgan. A muscle strain on your face?"

Morgan crossed his arms against his chest, slumping sourly in his seat, defeated. "Fine! I'll go see a doctor-"

The younger agent smiled. "Good."

"Tomorrow."

"Morgan..." the other agent groaned in disapproval. "It's not like we don't have medical benefits," he argued.

"Look, Reid, let's say you're right and there's a big chance you are because of your super brain. Then this is my last night of freedom," Morgan replied in his defence.

Reid frowned, perplexed. "That doesn't make sense."

Morgan sighed. "I don't want to be stuck in a hospital on a Friday night being poked by doctors. So sue me."

He watched the young genius about to reply but paused. Morgan could see almost see the wheels turning in the man's head. Finally, Reid pressed his lips together and gave him a small encouraging smile and a slight spread of crimson on his cheeks. "What if I told you that some of the nurses in the hospital aren't so... er... bad looking?"

Morgan's eyes grew wide. "Are you seriously trying to bribe me with cute nurses?" he asked with disbelief. "Who are you and what have you done with Spencer Reid? And how do you know that?"

"I don't know if you've noticed but I've been hospitalised several times these past years," Reid answered factually. "Not to mention that I visit everyone of us who has ended up in the hospital."

"No. Thanks for the offer kid but there is no way you're getting me to a hospital on a Friday night," Morgan declined.

"What if I told you that I know a doctor who won't be in hospital," he offered.

If Spencer Reid was anything, he is persistent. Morgan took a deep breath and ran a hand against his head. "Look, Reid, man. No doctors or hospitals alright? Not tonight."

"Fine." Reid nodded, placing his bag against his chair. "You might have a degenerative sickness that could probably be managed if caught early, yet you refuse to see a doctor. You know, what this is? Typical alpha male behaviour," he ranted, though to Morgan, he sounded as if he was just reading out of a text book really fast. "Only recent studies have shown that this macho man behaviour leads to a shorten life span just because one refuses to acknowledge symptoms," he said, now walking towards the stairs of the conference room.

"Reid, where are you going?" Morgan called out.

"I'm going to go find Garcia."

For the second time that morning, Derek Morgan suddenly felt cold. If there was ever a time to panic, this was it. He didn't even want to imagine what the tech analyst would do to him if she found out. He jumped off his seat, wincing at the pain on his leg as he placed some weight on it, and ran after the genius. "Hey, Pretty Boy!" he called out but the agent just kept on walking. "Hey Reid! You win, man." he conceded.

Agent Spencer Reid turned around smiling. "Good! I knew you'd see it my way."

"But no hospitals. And until anything is confirmed, this stays between us," he added.

"You have my word, Morgan," Reid promised.

He watched the kid walk calmly back to his cube, happily sipping his coffee as he did. Morgan was sure that at that moment, Spencer Reid was the devil himself.