Hour 1

Seaver glanced at the clock on the wall. In about ten minutes she would be leaving for the plane back to DC, and it 5 hours she would be in her apartment, sitting in her sweats, guzzling down a bottle of Merlot. The team was just packing up the rest of their equipment. JJ and Prentiss were gathering folders into a box, while Reid and Morgan were unwiring laptops they had set up. Agent Hotch was on the phone, making last minute arrangements, and Rossi already on his way to airport. The case had been gruesome, but they solved it and it was time to go back home and unwind.

While Seaver was day dreaming, the police chief of the visiting station busted into the squad room. His face was a pale color and he pulled Hotchner out of the room. The remaining agents looked at each other in panic. "Do you think there's another unsub" JJ wondered out-loud. Reid shook his head "impossible, it doesn't fit the profile. Morgan shook his head "if I have to rewire all of these modems again I swear to God I'll kill these assholes myself." Seaver grinded her teeth, so close to being away, but now this happens. Her stomach, which was already bothering her, dropped lower as she watched her supervisor grow increasingly worried, as he glanced back to his team, and then to the officer who had pulled him out. After what felt like an eternity, he reentered the room, which fell silent. "Hotch, what happened. That face is a bad face" Prentiss remarked. "We're being quarantined. Apparently there was a toxic chemical in the dungeon where we found Bannon last night, and we've all been exposed". Ashley leaned against a wall, trying not to let her legs buckle. "Exposed? Like plauge exposed or flu exposed" JJ said, instantly feeling sick. "It varies person to person. Some of us may not experience anything, others slight nausea, others extremely sick. The agency is sending over staff to block us off for 72 hours." Hotch could barely get the last part out. "72 hours, in here, alone" Seaver said, feeling like a caged rat. "You have to be fu-" Morgan was cut off by Reid, who began sprouting off statistics about the plague and infection. Seaver slinked down to the ground and put her head in her hands. So long relaxing weekend.

Hour 2

It was two hours into their quarantine when a doctor came in a space suit looking outfit. Reid had started going on how the man's protective suit would not save him if it was a really dangerous environment, and Morgan kept saying he felt he was in the middle of a bad sci-fi movie. So far the team had been okay, except for the slight headache Seaver was experiencing, and the stomach ache JJ complained about, but both chalked it up to the stress of the case. "My stomach aches after every case, till I get home to Henry" she said, clearly upset that she wouldn't be going home to her husband and little boy tonight. The team had their temperatures taken, and would every two hours to make sure they weren't spiking a fever. Seaver flipped aimlessly through the fashion magazine she had in her go-bag, trying to shake off the chills she began to experience. "This is all in your head" she told herself, trying to focus on the articles. Reid had become increasingly quiet, tucked away in a corner next to Seaver, closing his eyes. Prentiss and Hotch sat at the table, going over a previous case, while JJ had her head on the table. Morgan just kept pacing across the room, looking nervously at the team. "Guys this isn't going to be good, what are we going to do in here all weekend" he said, clearly claustrophobic. "Sit down Morgan, you're making me more dizzy than I am" JJ muttered. "I can't help it, this isn't some unsub, this is something we can't catch" "Well actually Derek we can catch it, hence" "Shut up pretty boy" Hotch knew he had to do something to calm his team down. "Look let's just try to make the best out of this situation. Maybe if we all are symptom free tomorrow they will let us go". Seaver's eyes lit up, but then she felt another rush of chills reach her body. Slowly she closed her eyes, and wrapped her arms around her body. "Seaver, are you okay" Hotch asked, noticing his youngest agent growing pale. She forced a nod, "I'm fine, it's just chilly in here" she lied. "How can you be cold, it's 70 degrees in here" Reid asked, causing him to receive the death stare from the cadet. "Because I am Reid" she snarled, ending his rant. Hotch and Emily exchanged worried glances, but decided to stay quiet.

Hour 7

Prentiss opened her eyes, and almost screamed. For a split second, she had no idea where she was, and why she was asleep on a wooden table. Looking around, she saw that the rest of the team was asleep around her. JJ was on one side of the couch, with Ashley on the other side, while Morgan and Reid took opposite corners. Hotch was asleep across from her, slightly drooling, making Emily laugh at how cute he looked. His hair was tousled, and his face looked downright peaceful. Then Prentiss realized that Seaver was moaning in her sleep, and was covered in sweat. Going over to the cadet, she felt the girl's head, which was red hot. Knowing that it was more than nerves, Prentiss ran to the door of the room and began yelling for help. The rest of the team stirred when they heard Emily's cry for help, and realized that one of their own was finally feeling the effect.

Seaver could make out noises around her, but didn't really want to open her eyes to see what the fuss was about. She went to bed feeling like shit, but now her body felt like it was the victim of a hit and run. Every muscle ached inside her body, and she was freezing. After feeling someone shake her for the third time, she forced herself to open her eyes. Hotch was standing over her, calling her name. "What do you want" she sleepily asked. The senior agent looked more serious than usual. "Seaver, the infection is attacking you. They're going to be sending in doctors soon to find out what's going on" he said. She sat herself up to find all of her teammates staring at her. "Here, drink this" Prentiss handed her a glass of water. Seaver took it without complaint, savoring the cold water on her hot throat. "I'm find, really" she stubbornly said. "You don't look find kid" Morgan said. The space suit wearing doctor came in, and once again took her temperature. This time he also poked at her a bit, and took her blood pressure. "Well Cadet, I am afraid to say you have the infection. It's going to get worse before it gets better. We will start you on medicine asap" Seaver nodded, not really wanting to understand what he just said. He then handed her some pills, in which she forced down her throat.

JJ looked over at Seaver and shook her head. The cadet went from healthy to sick in a few hours. JJ's stomach still hurt, but as long as she stayed seated it as bearable. Her eyes then wandered over to Reid, who kept wiping the sweat from his brow. "Hey Spence, how are you holding up" she said softly while the others were speaking to the doctor. He smiled, "I believe right now I am experiencing a heat flash, and my stomach is not digesting properly". JJ knew he meant an upset tummy and feverish. "But I am not as bad as Cadet Seaver over there" he pointed to the youngest one in the room. He wanted to comfort her, but he had know idea what to do with sick people. He rarely got sick himself.

"Just lie still Seaver, the pills will make it feel better" Hotch said, trying to still sound authoritative. In honesty, he was scared. He could deal with actual human beings, but an infection that they have to ride out, not as much. His youngest agent looked terrible, and his second youngest looked pretty bad as well. All he could do was stay calm, for their sake.