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Reid looked to Hotch's office for the third time in five minutes. SSA Aaron Hotchner was sick.

Reid had started noticing something was off two days before when he was watching Hotch do his paperwork on the plane. He typically finished at least one report before he called it a night, but two days ago he only finished half of one. The case they had just finished was a hard one. Two more women were killed before the Unsub finally took his own life, and Hotch had to inform the second victim's husband of her death. Reid brushed off Hotch's lack of productivity as a side-effect of exhaustion and ignored it. However, the next day Reid walked in to find Hotch struggling to make his coffee while coughing into his arm.

"Hey, Hotch are you alright?"

Hotch looked up from his task at Reid. His eyes were glassy and his how body screamed of discomfort and exhaustion.

"I'm fine, just a little cold." He briskly walked off to his office without another word.

Hotchner's coughing continued for the rest of the day and into the next. This morning Hotch was already at his office by the time Reid walked in. On Reid's desk was a pile of paper work twenty folders high while Morgan's desk only had ten. He sighed.

"What are you huffing about, Pretty Boy? You'll get that paperwork done in half the time I would. In fact you might be done so quickly you could do some of my work," Morgan said smiling behind his desk.

"No way! Do your own work." And so with that Reid put his messenger bag down and started to work. Paper work had a way of calming him. There was no immediate danger and his thoughts were allowed to wonder unfocused. Unfortunately, what they normally wondered to was his unrequited love for his off-limits supervisor. Reid had always been attracted to Hotchner from the deep brown of his eyes to the strong build of his body, but the more that Reid got to know Hotch to more he fell for his personality. Hotchner rarely smiled, especially after the Foyet attack and the death of his ex-wife, but when he did smile it was amazing. His whole face changes and his dimples start showing. Reid can remember every single smile that Hotch has ever produced and sorely wishes there were more. Hotch deserved more happiness. He is one of the noblest and most loyal people Reid has ever met.

Reid looks at the time once he finishes his work. It's 9:00pm and the light in his boss's office is still on.

Reid climbs up the stairs to hand in his work. It was time to go home and eat. Maybe, if he's lucky, he could get more than six hours of sleep. Nightmares still haunted him often and it is a lucky night when he has no dreams.

Once Reid opens the door he sees an odd sight. The normally spotless desk is a mess. Paper's are everywhere, there are tissues on the desk and on the floor around the trash bin. There is still a tall pile of files that need to be done and in the middle of it all is a pale, sleeping Aaron Hotchner. Reid places a hand on his forhead. It's hot and sweaty to the touch.. Not wanting to wake his boss, but knowing he must, Reid shakes his shoulder.

"Hotch, wake up. We need to get you home."

With a moan Hotch opens his eyes. He looks dazed and confused and he looks around his office and then at the clock. "What's going on?"

"You fell asleep at your desk. I should probably take you home. You have a fever."

"No, I'm fine. Go home Reid."

"Hotch, please let me help. You look like you're about to pass out any minute."

His should slumped signaling his acquiescence. Hotch went to get up and swayed a bit. Reid grabbed his arm, pulling Hotch towards him. They were practically hugging.

With a blush on his cheeks Reid asked, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah. Sorry, just got dizzy. I'm fine now." He wasn't really but Reid let it go. They get to Hotch's SUV and Reid drives him home. When he arrives the lights are all off and the street is quiet.

"Where's Jack?"

"He's at Haley's parent's house for the weekend."

"Ah, I see." An awkward silence follows. Reid has never really had the ability to make small talk. Especially, at the times it's needed most. They go to the door and Hotch lets them in.

He turns around to face Reid and says "Thank you for taking me home Reid. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Actually, I think I should stay. You should have someone to take care of you." Reid was terrified of being alone with Hotch, but his desire to take care of the man outweighed his fear. Hotch was alone far too often now. It was time he had someone look after him.

"Reid -"

"Please. Just let me take care of you." It's time that someone did.

Hotch sighed.

"Go shower and change. I'm going to make something to eat."

"Can you even cook? I've seen what you eat on the road."

"Yes, I can cook. Actually, it's a lot like chemistry when you compare the proportions of spices needed to moles of a chem-"

"I'm going to shower now. Yell if you need anything"

Hotch turned around and went to his room. Reid got some materials out of the fridge and cupboards and started to make chicken noodle soup. It was always what his mother made when she was lucid enough to notice that he was sick. About fifteen minutes later Hotch comes out of his room.

He is dressed in blue plaid pajama bottoms with an FBI t-shirt. His hair is still wet and he looks a bit grumpy, but he looks much better than he did a few minutes ago. Also, Hotch is not wearing a suit and he looks gorgeous.

"Um, soup is almost ready. Ha-have a seat."

Hotch sat down and looked at the soup set in front of him skeptically. He carefully drank a spoon of the soup and looked up in surprise.

"This is really good. Thank you."

"Ah, it was no issue. Really."

They ate in silence after that. I should get a plaque that says "Dr. Reid: Master of Awkwardness."

A few awkward moments later Hotch stood and said, "Well, thank you for the soup and taking care of me. I think I can hand-"

Hotch swayed and almost collapsed, but Reid caught him around the middle. They were hugging. Again.

"Let's get you to bed."

"Reid you don't have to-"

"Shut up."

Hotch was too shocked to say anything. Reid lead them to Hotch's bedroom and helped him on to the king sized mattress. He looked in the bathroom for some medicine and came back with some Nyquil and some water.

"Drink this and get some rest Hotch. I'll be on the couch if you need anything."

"Reid, wait," Reid turned around, "Thank you. I appreciate it."

"No problem, Hotch. Good night"

"Good night" Within fifteen minutes Hotch was asleep with the knowledge that he wasn't alone.

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