Spencer was sick. Completely and utterly sick. Not mentally sick or figuratively sick. Sick sick. Like stuffy nose, coughing every 3 seconds, can't get out of bed, sick. He tried to get out of bed but was just too tired. He called into the office, telling them that he couldn't be there that day. He felt awful for not going to work, he always goes to work, but this time, he can't.

Hotch however, was at work that day. This was one of those awful days where there was a pile of paperwork bigger than his car needing to be filled out. He just sat there, for hours without end. After he got through what seemed like millions of pages, he decided to go get some coffee from the kitchenette. On his way, he saw Garcia and Morgan, flirting shamelessly. He saw JJ pouring over case files. Emily doing her own paperwork at her desk. The only person he didn't see was the person he wanted to see the most.

He got his coffee in somewhat of a hurry, then walked over to JJ.

"Hey, have you seen Reid?" Aaron asked curiously.

"Ya, he's taking a sick day. He called in, saying he wasn't feeling well." She answered.

"Alright, thanks JJ" He finished curtly.

Aaron went back to his desk, coffee in hand. He contemplated calling Spencer, seeing how he was feeling. He had an inner argument with himself, until after a few minutes, he came to a conclusion. He picked up his cell, pressing on the contact labeled 'Spencer Reid'.

"What?" Was the voice that responded after the 4th ring.

"Reid, I heard you weren't feeling well. Just wanted to see how you were." Aaron said, concern leaking from his voice.

"I feel worse than ever. I'm just-" he heard something that sounded distinctly like a yawn. "—tired and everything is just so…ughhhhhhh" He sounded worse than Aaron thought was possible.

"Alright just hang in there." Aaron hung up when he heard a distant 'yep'. He had another debate in his head. It was nearing 7 o' clock. He could probably leave now, right? The mountain of paperwork would still be there tomorrow.

He got up, got his coat from the rack and walked out of the office, saying goodbyes to his team and coworkers. He got into his car started the ignition and drove of. Only, he wasn't going to his own home, he was going to the home of someone who seemed in need. But first,he stopped at the grocery store really quick.

He knocked on the door of the apartment. He was greeted several minutes later by a worn-out looking Spencer. At first, confusion washed over the young doctors features.

"I brought chicken soup." Aaron said, holding up the grocery bag.

They smiled as a light laugh crossed both men's lips.

"Thank you" Spencer said, as he stepped aside to let in the bearer of food.


This was my first non-OC story so don't judge! Criticism is still very much welcome, as always. This was written for my friend, Kateryne AKA kateryne01