*Author's Note: This is a response to the CCOAC Fortune Cookie Friday Challenge. I chose this statement: "Do not mistake temptation for opportunity." And I have to incorporate "in bed" to the mix so the phrase is: "Do not mistake temptation for opportunity in bed."

This story is also inspired by four things: 1) The song "Here With Me" by Dido, 2) My never-ending quest to get Dr. Spencer Reid a girlfriend 3) All of the Reid-Centric episodes in Season 6 & 7 and 4) The fic "Safe Haven" by cuz-snarry's awesome. ENJOY!

Resting Here With Me

A Familiar Face

Dr. Spencer Reid kept staring at the medicine counter. He knew there was nothing there that would alleviate his throbbing headaches but wishful thinking had to work sometime. This wasn't the case. All of the painkillers had some type of narcotic drug in them. And although Spencer had been clean for almost five years, he still wasn't taking any chances. Still, he needed sleep so he trudged down the aisle to look at sedatives when he bumped into a woman and dropped all of his contents.

"Hey, watch where you're going!" Spencer snapped.

"Me? You're the one with the sunglasses!" The woman retorted.

Spencer started to retort when he recognized the voice. It belonged to a woman he hasn't seen in 2 years. "Jordan?"

Jordan Todd looked up at the young man she bumped into and recognized him as the young genius from the BAU. "Dr. Reid," She said. "Wow, nice bumping into you here."

"Yeah," Reid agreed, suddenly feeling embarrassed. "Sorry for snapping at you. I just been on edge lately."

"It's no problem," Jordan apologized. She proceeded to pick up the rest of Spencer's contents. "I didn't look where I was going. Work's been hectic lately so I thought I stock up on some Advil and Jasmine Tea."

"Oh," Spencer nodded. "Counter-Terrorism is that bad, huh?"

"You gotta fight the bad guys in your own way." Jordan laughed. Spencer tried to laugh but he winced when his headache came back full swing. Jordan noticed the doctor's grimace and her smile faded.

"You don't look so good." She noticed.

"It's nothing." Spencer dismissed. "I've been having headaches and they've been really intense lately."

"How long have you had them?"

"For a couple of weeks."

"Weeks? Are you taking anything? Did you see a doctor…?"

"All of the doctors say I'm fine," Spencer interrupted. "You don't have to treat me like a baby, Jordan."

"I'm not doing that, Spencer." Jordan said. "I'm just concerned for you as a friend and I want to help."

"Sorry." Reid's gaze went back to the many painkillers. "I can't find anything that will help me."

"I'm sure there's something here that'll help you…"

"They all have narcotics and…let's just say I'm trying to stay away from those."

Jordan stayed silent after that. Spencer Reid was addicted to narcotics? She suddenly felt bad. Everyone takes Spencer Reid for granted because of his brains and his genius ability but they always overlook his youth and health. Jordan realized being an FBI profiler was taking a toll on him. Realizing that he might've scared her away, Reid figured it was time to make his exit.

"Well, it was nice running into you, Jordan." He said. "I'll let everyone know I saw you."

Jordan snapped out of her reverie just in time to hear Spencer say goodbye. She wanted to offer him help but she couldn't find the words.

"Tell Morgan and Emily I said hi." She said. Spencer gave her a small smile and proceeded to head to the other end of the store. Jordan cursed at herself. She had a secret crush on Dr. Reid since the day she met him; she just didn't say anything because of the age difference and the fact that Morgan was flirting with her. It was a decent age difference (3 years) but Jordan didn't know if Spencer felt the same way. Then, out of nowhere, Jordan Todd had a brilliant idea.

Reid initially came to the drug store to get something for his headaches. Instead, he got some Alka-Seltzers and a cold compress. It was a chilly night and Reid was grateful that he had the next week off due to sick leave. He was about to head towards the subway station when he heard someone call his name. He turned around to see Jordan running up to him.

"I'm glad I caught up to you." She said, breathlessly.

"Is something wrong, Jordan?" Spencer asked, confused.

"No. I have something that can relive bad headaches and tensions," Jordan explained. "I used to have bad migraines when I was little and my mom always used it. I think it'll help."

Spencer was contemplating the situation. He didn't want to try something that wasn't going to work. And he didn't want Jordan to take pity on him because of his health and/or age. Jordan sensed his discomfort and tried to put his mind at ease.

"Don't worry, there're no narcotics. I promise."

"It's not that." He said. "I'm just not one for home remedies. And I don't want to intrude."

"Your not intruding, Reid." Jordan assured. "I'm offering to help you. Besides, I could use the company. It's just me and Nathaniel."

Reid's hazel-brown eyes grew wide. "Nathaniel?"

"My Siamese cat?"

"Oh." Reid thought again for a minute. "Well, I've tried everything else in the book. I suppose it won't hurt."

Jordan smiled. "Great. My car's right here. "