I do not own criminal minds, although I wished I owned myself a Spencer Reid... BTW First fanfiction, would appreciate reviews for what I should do and what I did wrong! No flames please, I dont appreciate insults. THIS IS NOT A SLASH!

...HEADACHES...

The headaches were getting worse. Well that was one way of putting it because his head felt like it was splitting in two. He felt nauseous and he just wanted some sleep for once. As Reid walked through the bullpen toward his desk, a dizzy spell took over him. The world looked like it turned upside down. There was a smash and the dizziness stopped. Reid looked down and noticed he dropped his coffee. He tore his eyes away from the mess and looked straight into the eyes of Derek Morgan.

"You okay, kid?" He asked Spencer as he dropped down to pick up the glass pieces.

"Yeah, I just, uh, got caught up in a thought." Spencer admitted sheepishly. Thankfully no one had noticed the completely spaced out look in his eyes.

"Really? Cause to me, it looked like you were going to pass out." Derek said from underneath Spencer, "Would you mind helping me with these?"

"Yeah, it's my mess anyhow." Reid complied as he kneeled down to help his colleague. Once they finished cleaning up, Hotch called them into the conference room for a case. There was an old case being reopened, they named it the 13 spree killer. He would drug and kidnap 13 girls, sexually assault them and mark them with a number from 1 to 13. He didn't rape them until he killed them, which would be with a knife and then he would brand them with their numbers. The case was in Maine so Hotch told them to grab their stuff, wheels were up in 30.

On the plane when they first took off, Reid felt like he was going to rip out his hair from the pain in his head. Thankfully he was hiding behind his sunglasses since the plane was bright.

"So this unsub takes the girls at night and kills one every 13 days. Do you think he is obsessive compulsive?" Ashley Seaver, the new FBI agent asked.

"Thats a possibility." Morgan answered, "Hey Reid, what do you think?" Reid didn't answer; he just kept looking down at his hands, willing himself not to throw up.

"Reid? Reid!" Rossi called. Spencer looked up but sadly it was too much motion for his stomach to handle.

"Excuse me..." Reid mumbled before quickly rushing into the airplane washroom. Once inside he threw up miserably into the toilet. After he was finished that bout of nausea, the plane hit some turbulence which again left him helpless to his weakened stomach. It took him a few seconds to realize someone was calling his name.

"Kid! Open this door or I swear I will break it down!" He heard Morgan shout.

"Reid are you alright?" He also heard Hotch say. Slowly and unsteadily Spencer flushed his stomach contents away and stood up to unlock the door. When the two agents took in Reid's flushed appearance, the sweat soaking through his shirt and the fact he could barely stand, they knew something was wrong.

"I'm fine..." Spencer mumbled before he lost all strength in his legs and he crumpled. Thankfully Morgan caught him.

"Whoa, easy there pretty boy." With Morgan's help Spencer managed to get over to the jet's sofa. Once he flopped down onto it he immediately let out a contented sigh. Hotch knelt down and felt his forehead.

"Reid you have a fever, why didn't you tell us you were sick?" Hotch asked.

"Didn't know I was, just kept having really bad migraines, didn't think it was sickness..." Spencer mumbled falling out of consciousness.

"Reid? Reid!" Was the last thing he heard before slipping into a restless and feverish sleep.

...

The first thing he noticed was he was in a bed, and a very comfortable one at that. That's when he heard the talking.

"I think he's waking up." A voice close to him said. Spencer tried to shift his position which resulted in a pain through his muscles. He groaned from the unexpected feeling.

"Kid, you with us?" He heard Morgan ask.

"M'rgan?" Reid slurred, trying to open his eyes. Once he did, he instantly regretted it because the room started tilting, causing his stomach to churn.

"Gonna, throw up..." Spencer moaned.

"Someone get that bucket!" Just as he leaned over the bed to vomit, a bucket was placed under his mouth. He painfully threw up a few times before falling back listlessly into the pillows.

"You okay?" Morgan asked quietly. Spencer turned and rolled his eyes at him.

"Do I look OK?" He sarcastically spit back, "Where am I anyway?"

"We had to take you straight to the hotel, after you passed out on the plane back there. Oh by the way, in case you don't remember, you threw up 4 more times on the plane and you were pretty out of it." David Rossi answered.

"Wha'dya mean by outa it?" Spencer mumbled, barely listening yet hoping he didn't do something extremely embarrassing.

"Well you kept mumbling something about not being weak and how shiny Morgan's head can be at times."
"Don't forget how he said that Las Vegas isn't all that and the sign should be bigger, something about streaking down the strip and chess."

Spencer stared at them, shocked that he said all that and couldn't remember half of it. All he could remember was the blinding pain in his head, puking up everything in his stomach and falling asleep on the couch. He quickly did a surveillance of the room he was in. It was actually pretty nice, there were two beds so he assumed he was sharing with Morgan and the entire team was with him.

"Why are you all here? What about the case?" Spencer asked, trying not to move around too much for fear of vomiting.

"Actually we just got here. Its 7 pm, Reid." Hotch informed him. He stared wide eyed at his team. That much time had already passed?

"Was I asleep the entire time?"
"Yep, we all took turns coming here to look after you. You had one hell of a nap time, pretty boy." Derek answered while ruffling Reid's hair.

"So, what did you guys find out?" Spencer questioned but started feeling very lethargic.

"Well we found out that he has and had a signature; he's started kidnapping girls again, all the age of 16. We think there might be more than..."

"Hotch, the kid's asleep." Rossi, said while smiling. Hotch looked down at Reid and saw the innocence of a sleeping child. In a strange way he reminded him of Jack.

"Well we should get out of your way then Morgan." Rossi said, leading Hotch out the door.

"Goodnight Morgan." Hotch muttered as he left with Dave.

"Well, kid, it's just me and you now." Morgan muttered smiling down at the sleeping form of Spencer Reid. Before going to sleep Morgan checked the entire perimeter of the room, locking doors and windows, a habit he had gotten into ever since joining the bureau.

...

"Take the drugs; you know you want to..." Adam said to Spencer in Tobias's shack.

"NO!" Spencer moaned back. Just then Tobias, Charles and Raphael walked in and all were carrying Dilaudid and a syringe.

"NO LEAVE ME ALONE! GET AWAY!" Spencer was yelling.

"Reid? Spencer! Hey wake up! Kid it's Morgan, wake up!" Derek said while pinning Spencer's flailing arms to his side. He was flailing and was in so much agony.

"HELP!" Spencer shouted. Then there was a stinging pain across his cheek. His eyes snapped open and he saw Morgan standing over him with a worried look. There was a pain coursing through Spencer's body, he felt like his skin was on fire and his head was splitting his entire body in half. He moaned in pain and threw up over the side of the bed. The door flew open suddenly revealing Hotch, Rossi, and Ashley.

"What's going on?" Hotch asked immediately rushing to Reid's side.

"The kid was having a nightmare I had to slap him to wake him up, but he's so hot." Morgan said, "Rossi, get some ice from the fridge!"

"On it." Rossi said, rushing over to the mini fridge with Seaver following closely behind.

"So... much... pain." Spencer choked out between clenched teeth.

"Shhhh, Reid you're going to be okay." Morgan muttered while trying to calm the kid down.

"Morgan, we should call an ambulance." Hotch said.

"No... I'm... fine..." Spencer muttered, "I don need hospidal. Jus some sleep."

"Reid? Spencer, wake up!" Morgan yelled, shaking his young colleague.

"S-stop." Spencer stuttered breathlessly. Just then another bout of pain wracked through his body. He cried out in pain and then everything went black.

...

The first noise he noticed was the beeping. The second was the shuffling around and murmured talking of people around him. The third thing was the unimaginable pain in his head.

"Are you sure we shouldn't give him any pain meds?" The blond nurse asked Derek. Amongst hearing those words, Spencer's eyes shot open.

"I would say that's a definite no, Miss." Derek told her, motioning to the stunned form of Dr. Spencer Reid. With that she nodded and left the room, which left Derek, Penelope and Spencer in the room.

"Thanks." Spencer croaked out.

"Aw my poor baby! Are you still in pain?" Penelope asked rushing to Reid's side.

"Too much noise." He groaned, closing his eyes in an attempt to block out the light. His head was in unimaginable pain and his entire body felt like someone had chopped it apart and glued it back together.

"What happened?" Reid asked while squinting in the light.

"Well, you spiked a fever of 105.6 degrees so we took you to the hospital. And guess what? You're sick with a terrible case of the flu." Morgan answered. Reid looked like hell, his cheeks were flushed and that was the only color on his pale face. The circles under his eyes looked very dark and his eyes just looked completely glazed over.

"Do I... ugh m' gonna' be sick again.." Spencer muttered as the room started tilting. Derek reached for the dish that was used specifically for these events and thrust it under Spencer's mouth. He threw up all that was left in his stomach and slowly fell back into the pillows, wincing from the pain in his muscles. He looked at all the concerned faces of his colleagues. He smiled a little.

"Guys, I'm fine."