Emily was sitting at her desk, frantically trying to finish up some paperwork. She wanted to get home to see Sergio, pop some microwave popcorn, and watch re-runs of Friends. She desperately wanted to unwind from the week. This case was more disturbing than she was used to, and it made her uncomfortable. She looked around to see if the rest of her team was still there. Hotch was in his office, as always. Does he ever go home? she wondered. She saw Reid sitting at his desk. His head was in his hands, and he seemed to be staring at a file. He looked irritated, tired, in pain.

And he was. His massive headaches were back, and today it felt like someone hammered a rusty iron spike in the back of his head. He couldn't focus or concentrate. But he needed to finish up his report. Every sound was magnified tenfold; footsteps sounded like they were coming from elephants. The rustling of papers sounded like guns firing. He winced at the sounds.

"Reid. Reid?"

"Agh! Stop screaming!" he cried. He couldn't take all of the noises at the BAU.

"What?" Prentiss was confused. She had a loud voice, sure, but screaming?

"Sorry, Prentiss." Reid looked up. Prentiss looked a little insulted. That was the last thing he wanted. "I just have a bad headache. Do you mind talking in a whisper voice?"

"Whisper? Sure, Reid." She lowered her voice. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah. I'm fine. The unsub got in a good hit on my head. It's just bothering me a little. I'll be fine," he whispered.

But he wasn't fine. Nobody knew what was wrong with him. Certainly not those uneducated doctors. But even he didn't know. And that frustrated him. He didn't know. Genius Reid with an eidetic memory and an IQ of 187 didn't know.

"All right," Prentiss whispered. "If you say so." She put her hand on her shoulder, as if to say I'm here for you, Spencer. Reid looked up and smiled weakly at her, then went back to scribbling.

Prentiss went back to her desk to grab her report. She was worried about Reid. But he said he was fine. When he's ready, she thought, he'll tell me what's wrong. Right now, I can just support him. And whisper to him from time to time. Nothing wrong with that. She smiled to herself. Absolutely nothing.