I totally fixed present and past tense mistakes I hope. Enjoy.

Hotch and Rossi were sitting in Rossi's office, while Morgan, JJ and Prentiss had gone to grab some real coffee, a vain hope that it would maybe foil Reid's trance, if he still was in a trance or whatever it was when he eventually wakes.

"Are you sure, we shouldn't take him to a hospital?" Hotch asked for the millionth time, his usual stoic demeanor threatened by his love.

"I'm not sure. There is no physical damage, except the bruise." Rossi said noticing the visible wince that Hotch tried to hide. "He has only been out for ten minutes." Rossi said sighing. "If it's more than a half hour, we'll take him in."

Hotch nodded, accepting but not liking the possibilities. The rain died down, thunder had traveled away and Hotch stared towards the dripping window, hoping that nature had clues to where Reid has been.

"He seemed to be in a state of shock." Rossi said after a few minutes of silence. "Where do you think he has been?" Rossi asked hesitantly, after a couple minutes of silence.

"God, I don't know. That bruise..." Hotch started standing up, his stance agitated and frustrated. "What if someone hurt him? And I wasn't there?" Hotch said finally. "Or worse, what if it was an...episode?" Hotch said defeated, turning to look his coworker in the eyes.

"We have to take that into a possibility." Rossi replied calmly. Eyes gazing right into his Unit Chiefs.

"If someone hurt him, I swear..." He added his fist clenching reflexively.

"Yeah. I'm sure Morgan will be right there with you and then me right behind him." Rossi said keeping his voice calm and reassuring. Hotch looked out Rossi's window into the bull pen at Reid's desk. The files from earlier are still scattered across it, unfinished and lonely.

Reid's head felt foggy and hazy and it hurt. He felt the cushions on his back and a wet cloth on his unopened eyes, he listened to his surroundings, an attempt to differentiate between the fog and reality. He heard muffled voices, but couldn't hear the exact words. The voices sounded like Hotch and Rossi talking, but he wasn't sure. He wasn't even sure to where he was. His ever relenting mind wandered trying to pinpoint his body's location. He knew for sure he wasn't in his apartment because the smell was different. It smelled a little like Aaron. The thought made him smile. However, there was another smell, acting almost as a mask for his boyfriend's alluring smell. It was a smell of staleness, stiffness. Reid couldn't quite put a finger on it.

With a pulsating throb in his forehead, he decided to open his eyes. The ceiling of Hotch's office stared back at him. Of course, that explains the bureaucratic stiffness of the office. He was lying on Hotch's couch. How did he get here? He didn't remember coming into work this morning. Why would he, it's Saturday. It is Saturday, isn't it? Reid thought to himself looking toward the office's windows. The BAU bull pen bustled with traffic, definitely not a Saturday. But they just flew in last night, he just left the office early because it was a Friday. Reid felt confusion enveloped his aching head.

He was pulled away from his thoughts by a small sound. A door was opened, it was a slow and hesitant movement. Reid stared as Aaron walked over to him, with the same hesitation and caution he showed with the opening door.

He looked as gorgeous as ever, his hair impeccable and his demeanor just as impenetrable. This was the office, this was his business behavior. It was vastly separate from when they were alone together but Reid knew that this was how it was going to be. He didn't mind it one bit, he loved this Hotch as must as he loved at home Hotch. Reid met his boss's eyes as Hotch sat across from him on the coffee table. The situation all too familiar for Hotch.

Reid started to sit up but Hotch placed a hand on his shoulder, a caring gesture but it only added confusion to Reid. Hotch gave him a pleading look and Reid reluctantly, but obediently laid back down. Secretly, he was grateful, his headache was only getting worse.

Reid wondered why his boyfriend hasn't spoken. Was he mad at the genius? His eyes conveyed worry and concern. Reid returned his eyes to the ceiling to ponder why his lover would be mad. Is it something he did?

Hotch looked at the youngest agent with worry that he can't mask. He watched as Reid laid back and stared into his eyes and then looked at the ceiling. Hotch stared at his face, the bruise etched into his mind. His eyesight fuzzing as he thinks about his boyfriend. Is this Reid the same one that walked into the bull pen earlier? Has Reid come back or is he still in shock or some sort of amnesiac episode? Or worse, was it a schizophrenic episode? Hotch can't let himself dwell on the latter, it hurts too much.

"Hey." A small voice entered Hotch's thoughts. At first, Hotch doesn't think it's real, but then he made his eyes focus on Reid. Bright eyes stared back at him. All the stress and worry seemed to melt away when Hotch stared back into those eyes, and immediately he knew that Reid is back, not trance Reid, his Reid. The Spencer Reid that Hotch fell in love with.

"Hey yourself." Hotch said without hesitation but not lacking concern. Reid shut his eyes as his headache ached. The lights in the office penetrated his retinas and intensified the throb in his forehead. Aaron's lips curled up slightly as he took Reid's hand in his. Reid tried to sit up, ignoring his painful headache, and this time Hotch allowed him. Hotch gave Reid the bottle of water that is sitting on the table. Hotch studied Reid's face, looking for signs of the younger agent experiencing any pain. He noticed winces here and there. They sit in a comfortable silence for a few minutes, Reid almost blinded by the pain in his head and Hotch relieved that he has him back.

"Can we turn off the lights?" Reid asked quietly. Hotch looked up at the lights not thinking they are that bright but Reid's eyes were squinted in pain. Hotch nodded and dashed to the wall flicking the light switch off. The office was surrounded in darkness, an instantaneous relief for Reid. Reid relaxed his eyelids and settled on the couch.

"Spencer?" Hotch started, sitting next to Reid on the couch this time, as close as possible to him without being too confining. He put a hand on his subordinates knee. The older man had this feeling that if he was not touching his lover, he was not there or he might vanish again. Hotch would not take that chance. God he just wanted to hold him and make sure he never leaves again.

Reid's eyes remained closed, still afraid of an traitorous light invading his eyes. He nodded in his lover's general direction. He didn't know what was going on. Maybe he passed out? He must have passed out from a headache when they got back from the last case. That means he probably hasn't even left the office yet. That can't be right. He remembered going home and cleaning out his fridge. He ordered pizza because he had no food and Hotch was with Jack for the night. They had planned on being together on Saturday. Maybe, it was part of the headache, a hallucination or dream when he passed out. That had to be it. However, the confusion that surrounded the present situation propelled his headache to throb even more ferociously than before so Reid stopped thinking and laid his head against the back of the couch, internally sighing.

"Are you okay?" Hotch said, squeezing the hand on the knee, and studied the young agent's face.

"Yeah. I think so." Reid said slowly, "It's just this pounding headache that won't go away." He added knowing that he can trust Hotch. "I'm sorry, I know you had Jack tonight. I'm sure you want to get home to him." Reid added, and opened his eyes, he moved to stand up and go back to his desk to gather his messenger bag so he could get home, pop some pills and maybe take a nice, emasculating bubble bath.

Hotch's hand moved instantly to Reid's forearm holding him in place. Reid stopped moving and looked his superior in the eyes. Reid could see the alarm, worry and caution behind them again, but there was also sadness and warmth flasheing alternatively. Reid melted into his boyfriend's gaze and relaxed against him.

"What day do you think it is?" Hotch asked calmly. Reid seemed confused at the question. He knew that it was Friday. It had to be Friday. Was Hotch just testing him to make sure he didn't hit his head in the fall. That must be it. Reid decided to play along.

"Hotch, I know I might have hit my head pretty hard from passing out from this headache, but I know that it's obviously Friday." Hotch eyes conveyed worry. Hotch realized that he doesn't remember, anything. Not the last four days, not even this morning. What happened? He didn't seem to reeling from after effects of a major episode, but then again, Hotch knew nothing of schizophrenic episodes.

Hotch sighed looking at Reid.

"Rossi!" Hotch called knowing that he is either right out side the door or in his office trying to hear every ounce of their conversation. Rossi opened the door and walked in, he took the tense form of Hotch and the relaxed form of Reid and realized that Reid is back to himself but something was off.

Rossi sat down on the coffee table in front of Reid. "Hello, Reid, good to have you back." Rossi stated warmly.

"It's good to be back Rossi." Reid acknowledged, friendly. "It is Friday, right?" He added almost a plea. Reid knew something was off, their behavior was strange even for profilers. The genius started to second guesse his dream/hallucination. Rossi shook his head. Reid tensed next to Hotch. Hotch wrapped an arm around his lover's shoulders and side hugs him tight.

"Saturday?" Reid quizzed, fully aware of the illogicality that it was Saturday. No way that they were here on a Saturday, unless they get a case, but then they were to meet at the airport.

Rossi looked down and shook his head again, and sighed. "Reid, it's Wednesday afternoon."

Reid's eyes widen in shock. "Oh." was all he managed to say. How was it Wednesday? How did he lose four days of his life? He didn't even realize that his entire body was trembling, and his breathing become shallow. It was Wednesday. What happened?

"Reid, it's okay. Spencer calm down." A soft voice next to him soothed, absentminded circles being rubbed across his back. The younger agent released a breath that he didn't know he was holding in.

"Reid," Rossi said looking the youngest agent in the eye. "What is the last thing you remember?"

"I thought it was a hallucination. I thought maybe I passed out in the bull pen because of headache or something." Reid mumbled out, his headache turned into a dull throbbing pulse now, right in the middle of his forehead, threatening to grow the more he used his brain. But he needed to know what happened? He needed to know why it was Wednesday and he didn't know where he has been. "I didn't know that it was a real memory." Hotch and Rossi waited patiently as Reid gathered his thoughts in front of them. Rossi watched the young eyes dart through his memories trying to pinpoint the exact time that they get lost into darkness. "Umm...I dreamt I was cleaning out the fridge. No I really was cleaning out the fridge, I guess. I ordered pizza and then I watch the History channel. It was about the early days of the civil war." Reid said his eyes unfocused staring at something behind Rossi. "Did you know that the soldier, during the Civil War only wore-"

"Reid, stop. What else do you remember?" Rossi asked blocking Reid's line of sight trying to get him somewhat in the present.

"Right. I think that is it, I think I remember falling asleep on the couch. After that, it's just darkness." Reid said, eyes finally focusing on Rossi's face, no expression visible but his eyes told stories of caution and concern just like Hotch had.

"You don't remember this morning?" Rossi proded, he raised an eyebrow slightly. Reid let out an exasperated sigh, trying to find the memory. "No. Why? What happened this morning?" Reid asked alarmed.

"You came into the bull pen, wet and shoeless, insisting that nobody talk to you because you had a lot of paperwork to do." Hotch said softly next to Reid. The younger agent looked over to his boss and let out a low groan. He drops his drumming head into the palms of his hands.

"It's okay. We will figure it out. " Hotch said, continuing to rub circles, soothingly.

"Yeah, I know that." Reid said, letting out a hollowed laugh. "Ironically, I just remembered that I really do have a lot of paperwork to do."

The situation isn't funny, but Hotch and Rossi can't help but let out a soft chuckle. Reid has been god knows where for four days and he's worried about little bureaucratic pieces of paper. Now it's for sure, Reid is definitely back.

AN: I really like this plot. TBC?

I need reviews people, what should I do? Where should I go from here? Where do you think Reid has been? Do we want some 'mature' scenes between Reid and Hotch?

Coming up next, hospital and maybe getting back to work into a case that jogs Reid's memory.

I hope this story isn't going to slow for people. Once I'm done with school in the next couple of weeks I'll have all the time in the world to write and write and write for this story so bear with me.

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