Hour 20

Seaver stared at the blob on her plate that was suppose to be a ham sandwich. The space looking doctor came in to check her temperature again, which was still holding true 101. After being poked and prodded, she forced herself to stay awake to clear her head a bit. The last few hours had been a blur, from watching Sponge Bob, to overhearing an intense debate over which 80s singer was better, Tiffany or Debbie. The rest of the time was blank, which she assumed was filled with sleep. When she had woken up, she found herself on top of JJ and Prentiss, and could not even recall how she got there. At first she assumed she was at her apartment, on top of her roommate after a night of heavy drinking, but as soon she opened her eyes and saw Hotch sitting at the table, she knew this wasn't a hangover. Feeling embarrassed that she had used her mentor as a pillow, she scrambled upward as fast as possible, just in time to be met with the stupid doctor she loathed. Reid was now moved to the mattress in the corner, playing with his iPod. He too was still holding a steady 100.7 temp, and not happy about it.

"I want to die," he moaned as doctor shoved the tongue depressor down his throat.

"Calm down kid, it's a virus. You'll live," Morgan assured him.

"Easy for you to say, you healthy person you" he pouted, causing the remaining agents to snicker.

The doctor brought in pizza for the rest of the agents, but insisted that sick patients eat something more nutritious. Apparently ham on white bread was going to make everything better, Seaver thought as she stared at the sandwich. Reid was picking at his, and nibbled occasionally.

"It's suppose to make us better," he said whole hardheartedly.

"They're just saying that because they want us to eat something," she pointed out, glaring at the pizza eating team members. Reid stared at her, trying to figure out if she was telling the truth.

"Trust me, when I was a kid I was never allowed to eat anything good when I was sick," she said, remembering all of the bland soups she was fed.

"Well screw this," he said, putting down the sandwich.

"Hey Hotch, can you pass me a slice of pizza" Reid asked.

Hotch shook his head, "um, didn't you just hear the doctor, sick people don't eat pizza".

Seaver rolled her eyes, "we're feverish, not throwing up."

"Not throwing up yet. We have one bathroom with no windows. Do you think we're going to let you stink that up," Prentiss said, as she wiped away grease from her hands.

"We will not throw up" Reid assured.

"Yea and I'm not black" Morgan smiled, reaching for a second piece.

"This is so unfair," Seaver pouted, close to tears. Usually she would never get this upset about pizza, but being so sick, and trapped in this room made every little thing a huge deal.

"Life's unfair kid," Morgan laughed.

"Eat the ham up guys, it will give you strength back," JJ said. Both agents shook their heads.

"It's gross," Seaver told her, with Reid nodding in agreement.

"It's perfectly fine, look I'll have a bite," JJ picked a piece of sandwich from Seaver's plate and ate it. "Delicious" she smiled, trying not to gag on it. Hotch laughed, watching JJ try to trick the two young agents like she did her own son. He hoped that they would have little memory of this quarantine, and being treated like this. Reid reached for his sandwich, but Seaver nudged him, calling JJ a faker.

Prentiss decided it was time to put her negotiating skills to work. "Okay you two, I'll give you half of a piece of pizza each if you finish you sandwiches," she promised, knowing that there wasn't any more pizza in the box. Reid and Seaver looked at each other and smiled.

"Deal," Seaver said, picking up the blob. Prentiss smiled as she watched the two agents eat their food, but JJ knew what was in store.

"Do you understand what's going to happen when the realize there's no more left," the blonde whispered.

Emily shrugged, not really thinking anything of it. When both agents finished, the glared at Emily.

"We want our pizza now," Seaver demanded. Playing coy, Prentiss walked over to the pizza box, and pretended to be horrified.

"What? No more pizza! Morgan did you eat it all," she remarked, causing the unsuspecting Morgan to look up from his book.

"What are you-" he started before he was cut off by the protests.

"Are you serious," Reid said, shocked that he was duped. "You promised Emily" Seaver said on the brink of tears.

"I'm sorry guys, next time we'll get-" Prentiss stopped when she noticed how read the cadet was getting.

"But this isn't fair, you lied all we wanted was pizza and we can't even get that and we're sick and you're mean" Seaver rambled, her words flying out a mile a minute. She was standing up as she was yelling, flaring her arms all around, like a small bomb. The rest of the team stood in shock, since they never heard the cadet raise her voice.

"Seaver, calm down, we'll get more," Hotch said, trying to gain some control over the situation.

"It, it-" Seaver suddenly cut herself off as she fell to the ground. Immediately the team huddled over her.

"Seaver, Seaver," Hotch said, shaking her to wake up. Morgan was on the phone, screaming for the doctor. Prentss looked at the girl, with a wave a guilt coming over her. I'm going to be a horrible mother one day, she thought to herself as the space suit doctor came in the door.

After the doctor checked the cadet out, he said that it was the fever that got her blood pressure up, and that she needed to remain calm. He noted that when she fell to the ground, her head was hit pretty hard, so to check for a concussion when she woke up. Morgan lifted her up to the couch and covered her with a blanket. He looked over to Prentiss, who was sulking on the couch feeling guilty.

"Em, that wasn't your fault," he said, putting his arm around the brunette.

"I don't know what quarantined room you were in Derek, but the pizza fiasco caused Ashley to flip."

"No, the unsub and his infection did. You tried to do the right thing and get her to eat." Prentiss shrugged, "I'll feel better when she wakes up."

Hour 22

JJ was paging though the fashion magazine for the 100th time today. This time she was counting to see how many stars were photoshopped in the magazine. She was only on page 3 and her total was 56. The rest of the team was engrossed in their iPods, or napping, so she was on sick people patrol. Reid was half awake, staring at the television, which was now on the cooking channel. He mumbled stuff occasionally, but nothing coherent. Noticing some whimpering, JJ looked over to Seaver. She was covered in sweat again, and her face wore a pained expression.

Feeling for the girl, JJ went to grab some wet towels to apply them to her face. As she laid the dripping towels on the girl's far head, the cadet's eyes slowly opened.

"Hey sleepy head, how ya feeling," JJ asked. Seaver looked cautiously at her, and around her surroundings.

"What happened," she asked, clearly disoriented.

"You bumped your head, and you're still running a fever," she answered, handing the girl a class of water.

"Where's my mom," Seaver asked, looking around. JJ gulped, not knowing if this was the concussion or the fever.

"Um Ashley, she's not here right now, remember," she answered, not knowing what else to say. Seaver looked around shook her head, and pointed to the brunette lying next to Hotch on the floor.

"There she is, I want her to come here," Seaver croaked, rubbing her head. JJ's eyes widened, doing a double take.

"You mean her," she pointed to Emily, which Seaver nodded. Not knowing what to do, JJ walked across the room to Prentiss and gently shook her.

"Em, we have a situation," she whispered. Prentiss rubbed her eyes and looked around.

"What is it," she asked, noticing the younger blonde was awake.

"Seaver woke up and wanted her mom," she hissed.

Prentiss bit her lip, "and did you tell her."

JJ shook her head, "I tried but then she said pointed to you and called you mom," JJ whispered, causing Prentiss to turn pale.

"What? You have to be fucking with me," she said, still trying to wake up.

"I wish I was bu-" JJ was cut off by another moan by Seaver.

"Mom, Mom," she moaned painfully. Although every bone in her body wanted to not go over there, Prentiss stood up and walked over. Approaching the cadet, she noticed the girl was much paler than lunch time, and that sweat drenched her hair.

"Ashley," Prentiss said, sitting on the edge of the couch.

"Mommy I feel horrible, something's wrong," Seaver cried, putting her head into the older woman's shoulder. Prentiss looked up at JJ, who gave her a hand motion to keep going along. We're never talking about this ever again, Emily thought, as she began to stroke the girl's hair.

"I know honey, you're very sick. But I promise you'll feel better soon" she assured the girl. Hotch lifted himself up, and took notice to the commotion across the room.

"Prentiss, did I hear what I think I heard," he grumbled. JJ nodded, while Prentiss glared at him. He shook his head, and walked over to the sick cadet, and the other women.

"Hey Ashley," Hotch gently said, resting his hand on the cadet's leg. The girl lifted her head up from her 'mom's' shoulder and looked up.

"Hi Daddy," she said smiling. Hotch turned the same color of pale Prentiss was, and blinked his eyes. JJ and Prentiss looked at each other, trying hard not to laugh.

"Why don't you just drink some water why me and mom talk over here," he said, motioning to the other women to follow. The sick girl nodded as the other three went away from earshot.

"Is this the concussion or fever," Hotch asked. "It could be a mix, you heard the doctor," JJ said, thanking her lucky stars she wasn't a new parent.

"We have to tell her, and bring her back to reality" Prentiss said, glancing over to the couching girl.

"No, that could damage her even more. Imagine a child's physce of trying to process this? It will wreck havoc on her recovery. You two have to play along" JJ informed the two.

Hotch and Prentiss looked at each other. "I hated playing house as a girl," she muttered.

"Mommy" Seaver moaned, bringing both adults back to the cadet.

"Yes..um..sweetie" Prentiss said, trying to muster some maternal instincts. "Everything's spinning," she squeaked.

"Close your eyes, it will be okay," Prentiss said, putting her arms around her shoulders.

"You're not going to leave right," she whispered in a pitiful voice. Emily sighed, knowing that this girl must being going through hell.

"No, I'm not going anywhere, anytime soon," she assured here. Hotch rubbed his face with his palms, and looked at JJ. He knew this bad situation just became a worst situation.