When Derek Morgan answers the phone at eight o'clock Monday morning, Reid immediately knows that something is wrong.
"You okay?" he asks, and Morgan sighs.
"Fine."
"You sound funny," Reid presses on. "You sound.... sick."
"No."
"Oh my God, guys... Morgan is sick!" Reid grins at Prentiss and Rossi, both of whom roll their eyes: they had been discussing this very thing on Friday, the abnormal fact that Morgan never seemed to get sick.
"Right," Rossi says, "like Morgan lets himself get sick."
"It's a fucking cold!" Morgan says, having heard Rossi over the phone, and Reid relays the message.
"Oh my God, is he seriously sick?" Prentiss asks, and Reid nods. "He doesn't sound like himself."
"Reid, would you please just shut the hell up?" Morgan says, and Reid laughs.
"We'll tell Hotch that you're not coming in, and I'll bring you some soup later. Feel better."
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Naturally, Morgan is surprised when Reid shows up at six o'clock that night with two cans of chicken noodle soup. Reid sees the look on his face and, smiling, says, "Did you think I was kidding?"