Hotch's P.O.V

The plane landed in O'Hare airport. I stood up and collected the files I'd been staring at intently for the rest of the journey.

"Ermm, Hotch?" Morgan called from the other end of the plane.

I looked at him, he pointed at Reid who was lying on the chair, still fast asleep.

"I don't want to wake him." Morgan told me.

"You could carry him." I suggested.

Morgan nodded and picked him up bridal style. "Ya know," Morgan said to me, "This is becoming a habit."

I gave a half smile before following him out of the plane. He carried Reid to the waiting SUV. I opened the back door and Morgan laid him on the back seats.

I turned to Morgan. "Make sure he's ok. If he gets worse call a doctor. Keep your phone on. "

"I will. See ya later."

Morgan got in the front, started the car and drove off.

I turned and joined the rest of the Team in our SUV. I got in and Rossi drove us to the Police Department.

Reid's P.O.V

I woke up with a start. I sat up fast and looked around the room.

"Hey, Kid, lie down." Morgan stood over me and pushed me back onto the bed. "You're ok, you're in the hotel. Just relax ok?"

"I am relaxed." I told Morgan. "I feel fine." It wasn't a lie. I really did feel fine.

"Ok Kid, but you were very sick earlier and you should rest for the rest of the day."

"But we have a case!" I argued.

"Just shut up and relax." Morgan told me.

"How long was I asleep?"

"It's 6 pm."

"What? Why did you let me sleep that long? Like I said, WE HAVE A CASE!"

"Which you're not aloud to see. You. Are. Resting."

I looked at him, folded my arms and pouted like I'd seen people do in the movies.

Morgan burst into A fit of laughter. "Kid, only girls do that."

I quickly unfolded my arms and sat up again. Morgan didn't say anything.

"Pass me the case folder please."

"No, Reid. You're resting."

I was rather angry now. I felt fine and I wanted to do something other than lie in bed feeling useless. "Look Derek, just give me the damn files."

Morgan looked taken aback but he quickly gained his composure.

"Derek, 'ey." He joked. He bent down and pulled out the file.

I opened it and examined the crime scene Photographs. The number jumped out at me almost straight away. I couldn't believe I'd missed it before.

"Morgan! The numbers, it's a code!"

"What do you mean?"

"Well look, the first victims numbers are 8,15,23. The UnSub has taken the number of what the letter is in alphabet instead of the letter. It says 'how'."

Morgan looked at me. I quickly shuffled through all of the crime scene photo's looking at the numbers.

"It says 'How long are you going to'" I murmured.

"How long are you going to what?" Morgan wondered aloud.

"I don't know. Call Hotch and tell him what we know." I said. My eye's started feeling heavy again and I felt very tired. I yawned and rubbed my eyes.

"Will do Kid, go back to sleep."