A/N: I am writing this story for a certain awareness month! If you can guess what JJ has, go for it! If you know how I write, you know my chapters are short, but I do not drag the story on!

ENJOY! Oh, and please review, they really make my day!

Spencer Reid watched his colleague with concern, something was not right; no, something was very wrong. The normally vibrant, lively blonde was sound asleep on the jet's reclining seat. She wasn't just cat napping- she was out cold. They had been in the air for just over three hours and JJ had been asleep the entire flight, almost as soon as they had boarded the plane after another successfully solved case. And while he should be relaxing right then, Reid couldn't help but feel worried.

JJ just hadn't been herself that case, she had been irritable, exhausted, weak, just sick. Of course,she had dismissed all of their concerns, automatically telling the team that she was fine and to "leave it alone." But as the week went on, Reid's concern grew. He noticed how her pants no longer seemed to fit, they appeared as if they were at least two sizes to large; and for JJ's already slight frame, two sizes was nothing she could afford to lose.

She had been eating, he knew that, in fact, she almost seemed ravenous, eating anything she could get her hands on. And on top of the eating, JJ constantly had to have something to drink, anything. And it was constant, as if she couldn't quench her thirst, no matter how much she drank.

Weight loss, extreme thirst, exhaustion, irritability.. Reid's mind began searching itself for any possibilities. The flu came up, but he quickly shook it away, JJ hadn't been running a fever.

He glanced up just in time to see Morgan walk by and gently cover JJ with a blanket, the woman did not move as Morgan tucked it around her shoulders and feet making sure she was warm. "She looks awful, man."

Reid nodded, taking in JJ's pale color. "I know." The entire team knew, but nobody knew what to do. They all knew Hotch could force JJ to go to the doctor before returning to the field, but Hotch apparently did not want to do that.. yet.

Yet, as the jet flew up, Reid was wondering if Hotch should have done it before they had left the safety of Hawaii.

"Who has nail polish remover?" Reid's head shot up and looked directly at Morgan, who was sitting next to JJ. He had shifted her body so that her head was resting on his shoulder instead of up against the wall.

"What?" Reid's heart rate picked up.

"You don't smell it?" Morgan asked again, looking around for the source of the smell.

"Nail polish remover." Reid jumped up and ran to Morgan's side, kneeling in front of JJ and taking in a deep breath. And in an instant, he knew what was wrong with JJ.

"HOTCH!" He shouted, as he shook JJ, hoping she would wake up. "JJ, come on, open your eyes!" He demanded, ignoring the rest of the team who had rushed to his side.

"Reid.." Hotch asked, his voice showing concern.

"Hotch, we need to land the plane now, she has to get to the hospital." He explained, desperately trying to wake JJ up, but with no luck.

Hotch didn't ask any questions, but instead ran to the cabin, ordering an emergency landing on behalf of his agent.

"JJ.." Reid tried again, hoping they were not too late. She was not waking up, and he wasn't sure how much longer she had.