A/N: Hey again! Can you tell I'm bored? Lol! The 3rd installment of the Baby Reid series! Whee! Here we go!

Summary: It's a thunderstormy Friday and poor Spencer is stuck inside with a cold.

Enjoy!

All mistakes my own.

Rainy Day Blues.

It was thunderstormy Friday. The team was at home. There were no new cases, all the paperwork was finished. Everyone could relax. Except Spencer. The poor baby had caught a cold. Hotch was upstairs rocking Spencer while taking his temp. The babys forehead felt like it was on fire! The theremometer beeped. Hotch took it out and whistled.

"What does id say *sneeze*daddy?" Spencer sniffled.

Hotch helped the congested boy blow his nose.

"It says, Spencer needs to be a good boy and stay in bed today." Hotch said.

Spencer nodded. He didn't have the energy to argue logic with Hotch. He laid his head back down on his chest.

Hotch frowned. He hated to see his youngest so miserable. He would do anything to ake him comfortable. He gave Spencer a bath and some cold medicine. He went back to the rocker and began rocking again. His cell phone ringing startled Spencer awake. Hotch cursed himself for not putting it on silent.

"Hotchner." He answered. "Hey Morgan. Yeah it is bad out huh. No nothing. We love too but Spencer caught a cold and he's running a bad fever. Yeah. 102.1. I know. If he's up to it later. Alright, I'll let you know. Bye."

"What did Mowdan want?" asked the stuffed up toddler.

"Oh nothing. Just to hang out. I told him if you were up too it later he could come see you." Hotch said.

"Oday. *cough, cough* " Spencer said sleepily.

Hotch rubbed his back and began rocking again. Once his charge was asleep he laid him down and place a cold cloth on his head. He palmed the babys cheek and went downstairs to make lunch.

Hotch made chicken noddle soup. His favorite kind of soup when he was sick. By this time Spencer was feeling a bit better. He ate his soup and Hotch let him have a popsicle.

Later that night Spencer was feeling well enough for Morgan to come over.

Morgan came over and brought Garcia with him.

"Oh my poor snuggle bunny!" Garcia exclaimed, hugging him lightly.

"Hi Gawtia *cough*" Spencer rasped returning the hug.

Morgan took him and hugged too. "Hi Pretty Boy. Feeling better?"

Spencer turned to sneeze. "Uh huh."

Morgan looked at him skeptically. He shook his head. He sat down and settled Spencer in his lap and the four talked and hung out for a while.

All weekend while Spencer was recovering his family made sure he had what he needed and wanted to make him feel better. They visited and played games and talked.

By Monday he was back in tip top shape thanks to his family. He loved them so much he painted a picture of them sitting at the round table. Hotch had it framed and Morgan hung it up in the conference room so they all could enjoy it.

Awww! When I'm sick, I just laze around til I'm better. Lol.

See ya soon!