Thank you all again for continuing to read my story.

If my plan works out this should be the second last chapter for this fanfiction.

Anyways, this *shits* about to get real. Reid is getting seriously sick and the team knows it.

DISCLAIMER: I still don't own Criminal Minds, much to my dismay. And all mistakes are my own fault.

Onwards with the illness...

Chapter 4.

Reid was having a restless night, waking up more than once in order to purge his already empty stomach. The waves of nausea were getting worse and so was his fever. He would either wake up drenched in sweat with his hair plastered to his forehead or he would wake up suddenly cold, and goose-bumps would break out over his even paler than usual skin. He felt so tired yet he could not fall asleep for more than a few minuets before waking up again, and no matter how may tablets he took, nothing would work to sooth the pain in his head or the ache he now felt in his lower back. And the cough that he developed racked his slender and fatigued frame. All in all Reid concluded he was not going to get much sleep that night, so around one O'clock in the morning he decided that the best use of his time was to focus on was the case.

Garcia had patched through all the files she had collected, she had even chosen to widen the search even more to cases as far back as three month. Every male relation in the area in the ages of 20 to 26 that have any connection to any drownings relating to young girls that are similar to the victimology. needless to say, the list was long. But even with a terrible flu and weak concentration with the solid profile and geographical profile it wasn't to hard to narrow it down. Although it took some time and plenty of Tylenol he had managed to narrowed it down to 10 people, but one name stood out to him in particular for some reason, call it his gut instinct, the file on a Mr Jeff Hardwood stood out from the others. But by this time it was already 5:30 in the morning and he could do nothing more as his exhausted body had finally given in to sleep.

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The while team minus Reid entered the Police station just before 7:30 and started looking over the lists of names that Garcia had sent. While they read the information they talked amongst themselves about what they would say to Reid when he came in. It was quickly decided that unless he looked 100% better today they would confront him about being sick and have Hotch order him to take some time off . They all knew why he was pushing himself so hard even when he was sick, other than the fact that he was Reid and thats just what he did, child cases were always much more serious and Reid hated the thought of sitting on the side lines when there was a young life to save but Reid was no use to then sick. They went back to the case at hand while they waited for Reid to come in.

They didn't have to wait long, a few minuets after 7:30 and Reid walked in, but he looked like hell. His hair was sticking up all over the place, he was wearing the same clothes as yesterday, his eyes were glassy and there was a clear film of sweat developing over his forehead. Even the was he walked was effected with slow stiff movements coupled with the occasional wobble. Morgan, Prentiss and JJ rushed over to Reid as he swayed again, Morgan putting a firm grip on his shoulder for support while JJ felt his forehead with the back of her hand and Prentiss asked him if he was alright. He simply waved off there concern.

Hotch also walked over to him. "Reid we need to talk, you are obviously sick, and you are no use to us until your better. I want you to go back to the hotel and rest, you are off this..."

"Look Hotch, i was able to narrow down the search last night to 5 people, but i have a hunch that its this Jeff hardwood guy" Reid cut in before Hotch could finish, his voice low and strained. "Just let me call Garcia and have her check him out. Then we can talk." After a small nod from Hotch, Reid pulled out his phone and dialled Garcia's number.

"Hey Garcia, Its Reid, I was wondering if you could do a check for me on Mr Jeff Hardwood" Reid asked into the phone, not waiting for her usual greetings.

"Are you okay, you sound sick?"

"Im fine, can you do the search for me?"

"I'm on it, just give me a minuet here. Are you sure your okay?" she asked again, when she didn't get a reply she just went ahead with the search "Ok so this Jeff Hardwood guy is 21 and is an employee at that Mechanics shop you mentioned, and also he lives like five blocks down from it. His mother and father and younger brother child died in car crash 2 years ago, leaving himself as sole guardian of his now 6 year old sister, Julie Hardwood until she drowned approximately 4 months ago"

"Did she drown in their own back yard pool?"

"Yes my junior G-man, Jeff's house has a pool in the back yard, where Julie drowned, after Jeff went inside to answer the phone, leaving his little sister in the pool, when he came back outside, she was in floating in the pool, not breathing"He was charged for negligence and sentenced to 2 moths in jail, which ended a week before the first kidnapping victim. Do you think this is our man?"

"Yes" he replied simply. "Hotch its him"

"Are you sure?" Hotch questioned

"Positive", he affirmed handing over the file on Jeff Hardwood.

Hotch flipped though the file. He did seem to fit the profile perfectly. "Okay Reid, we will bring thing guy in, but your really sick, you need a doctor." Hotch said.

"Please Hotch, just let me wait here until you bring him in." Reid pleaded

"Fine, but you are going straight to the hospital as soon as we have him in custardy, your fevers too high." Hotch stated, even standing near him, he could fel the heat radiating off him in waves.

After a moments contemplation, Reid replied "Yeah, fine, just catch the unsub"

Morgan guided Reid to sit in a chair pushed against the far right wall of the Police Department and watched as his team discussed there plan of action, then exited the building in search for the kidnapper.

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After almost half an hour the team walked back through the doors. Morgan held a firm grip on Mr Hardwoods left shoulder while Prentiss had his right, they were hauling the man forwards with his hands cuffed behind him, Hotch and Rossi followed them in. Hotch carrying a young terrified looking girl. She looked so much like her photo; Abigail Weeks. Rossi followed Hotch over to where Abigail's parents where waiting in the break room, the relief was evident on her mother face when she saw her baby was safe and the smile on the young girls face when she was able to embrace with her mum after spending two days captive was priceless and made the job they did all the more worth wile. It wasn't often that they could save a life, so when they did, it was rewarding.

But not everything was going as smoothly as the mother and daughter reunion. Morgan and Prentiss were struggling to control and manoeuvre Mr Hardwood through the station and to the interrogation room that was situated towards the rear of the building. Mr Hardwood kept struggling, he twisted hard to his right, shoving his back against Morgan, his cuffed hands grabbing and un-sheathed the gun from Morgans belt. No one noticed, except for Reid who had a perfect view of what Hardwood was doing from his chair against the far right wall. Hardwood twisted again, this time pointing the gun towards Prentiss. Morgan and Prentiss were struggling to regain control over the man, neither yet to notice that a gun was pointed right at them. Reid slowly stood up while drawing his own weapon, the movement drew Hardwoods aim and attention towards Reid, but unfortunately he caught no one else's attention. Reid swayed a bit and his vision blurred violently, even standing slowly had bought on waves of nausea. He lifted his gun and tried to focus the best he could with the excessive pounding in his skull, then in one split second a single gun shot was fired, and a single bullet hit its target. The Police station was suddenly in an up roar, people had finally noticed the gun. But all Reid could focus on was the terrified screaming of a little girl as he slid down the cold hard wall behind him, his gun slipping from his grasp before he was pulled into a soothing darkness.

I'm sorry about the cliff hanger (no I'm not), but I could not resist myself. Was this the disastrous consequences I mentioned in the synopses of the story? Will Reid make it? You will just have to wait till the next chapter! Which shall be up soon, I promise!

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