Alex rested her pounding head on her arms which laid on the oak veneer desk. Closing her eyes. Against the harsh lighting of the BAU. Migraines were a rapidly increasing occurrence in her life. She simply wrote the migraines off as a back lash of lifestyle changes that had slipped in to place. Things like skipping her meals and sleeping less; 'The migraines that were progressively worse.

But the team had noticed the small yet obvious changes. The change that had most definitely been picked up by the team how Alex seemed like she was off her game, and not taking part in discussions about cases that the team was talking about. This seemed to be getting more and more frequent, which only solved to cause the team to worry about the brunette agent more.

The team stood on the cat walk, whispering about one of them making a futile effort to ask Alex if she was okay, knowing full well that she would brush them off with 'I'm fine' just like she always did.
Nonetheless, Hotch calmly walked over to Alex and placed a hand on her shoulder, frowning softly "Blake?" his once soft frown deepened when she winced softly as Alex sat up and her eyes seemed to flicker around without being able to focus, as if she had blurred vision. "Alex. what's wrong?' Hotch tried taking a slightly different approach with the woman.

When Alex looked up to meet the owner of the hand that rested on her back, a sharp wince escaping as she opened her eyes and looked up. Being met with a mass of blurs. Only being able to identify the owner by the cologne and the voice. It was Hotch.

When Alex responded to his question, her words slurred slightly. Which most certainly did not go unnoticed by Hotch, who by now was contemplating taking Alex to the ER. It was clear that she couldn't see him, and her words slurring sent alarms bells ringing in his head; Loud incessant alarm bells

"Alex we ought to get you checked ou-" Hotch was cut of mid sentence by Alex standing up and after a few stumbling steps, and walking in to the desk, she ran rather clumsily to the toilet. Quite often Alex's pain got so bad, she would throw up and today was no different. She dropped to her knees and emptied her coffee filled stomach in to where she hoped the toilet bowl was; luckily for her, it was

With ever growing concern, Hotch followed Alex with a agile run. A small part of his heart broke as he saw her body shaking violently as she retched. Kneeling by her side. He swept her hair out of the way with one hand and used the other to rub her back even though he could feel the embarrassment seeping out of her "I'm the only one in here, I'll just tell the team, you had a lipstick emergency' although he wasn't a light hearted person, he was desperate to comfort her and also to see if she might just open up to him. As the retches turned to equally painful, dry heaves, Alex exhaled shakily and flushed the toilet, after feeling around the handle first, her vision only tended to blur when the pain got unbearable as she stood, Alex swayed in before she fainted onto a now standing Hotch who swiftly caught a rather light Alex and held her bridal style.

"Blake, I'm going to take you to the ER. I know that you don't want too. But this has gone too far. You can't even seen me, so i am going to carry you" most of her migraines caused her body to shut down in to what could best be classed as hibernation. She'd sleep till something woke her.

Without too many people seeing her. As Hotch got to his car, He managed to get his keys out, and carefully sit her in the front seat, fastening the belt over her limp body. Worry had stained his dark brown eyes.

Within seconds, he'd shut her door and gotten in to his side. And starting to race to the hospital, totally disregarding all speed laws.

Arriving at Spring palm hospital in record time, He soon had Alex back in his arms, as he jogged in to the ER. When he picked her up, she didn't so much as stir, now this was very odd, even Hotch knew that Alex was the lightest sleeper, imaginable.

The nurse caught sight of the ID card that hung from the lapel of her blazer. Two doctors running over to the pair with a rattling trolley. Hotch barely set her on the bed as ugly bars snapped up, stopping Alex from rolling off the bed.

"Sir, the nurse needs some details about your agent and i will come out as soon as we have any news"

Hotch nodded, his face stoic once again, as he answered all 0f the nurses questions. Before updating the worried team, and making sure they would continue to work especially as Alex would hate everyone fussing over her. Once he hung up, Hotch began to pace the small and grim room that he had to wait in. wait to find out what was causing one of his best agent to decline

Although he was only waiting for 3 hours. he was sure it was 3 years. As the sound of footsteps approaching him, before the doctor had a chance to speak, Hotch had spun around and stood to attention; Much like a solder would.

The doctor let a thick sigh out, the man was clearly worried about Alex however he couldn't say a word as Alex had told him not to tell Hotch about the large mass on her brain, The mass that had been causing her the migraines, her slurring speech, Blurred vision and also her lack of appetite

"Sir, Im afraid i can't tell you anything about Mrs Blake, She has asked me not too" The doctor explained quietly