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A BILLION thank you's to all you readers and reviewers =) They motivate me to continue this story. So here's another nice, long chapter. Sorry the ending is kinda abrupt but I have to study =(. More ASAP, I promise! Enjoy!

JJ yawned and put down her case file. She glanced over at Reid, who was still sleeping in the bed next to the one she was propped up on. She was concerned about Reid; he had always been one who could take care of himself very well and to see a fault this major meant a major mess-up somewhere internally. Checking her watch, JJ realized that it was time that she get back to work and let someone else 'Reid sit' in the words of Gideon. She picked up her phone and dialed Garcia.

"Talk to me."

"Hey Garcia, it's JJ."

"JJ…how's Reid doing?"

JJ looked over at the lump in the next bed, totally covered by the white duvet.

"He's sleeping."

"Good. That's good…he needs to rest."

"I agree. Is someone else ready to take a turn for awhile? I'm starting to go stir crazy sitting here in the quiet room."

"Uh, yeah. Someone can take a turn—I'm not sure, but someone will be there in a few minutes."

"Okay. I'll be in the lobby."

JJ hung up the phone and turned to face Reid again. JJ's voice had stirred him from his sleep. He was rolling over, unveiling his face from the claustrophobic quilt.

"JJ?" he asked. JJ walked over and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Hey, Reid. How're you feeling?"

"Tired."

JJ laughed softly. Reid looked up at her, confused.

"Why is that funny?"

"It's not, Reid. It's just you've been sleeping for the last day, basically."

"Oh, right. I'm sick. I puked up a carrot muffin." Reid's train of thought was scattered.

"Yeah, you did. But it's okay. You go back to sleep. I'm going to leave but someone will be here."

"Thanks JJ…" Reid's voice drifted off again as he lost himself in his dreams. JJ watched him for a minute longer, then got up, put her shoes on and then went to wait in the lobby.

The elevator door slipped quietly open, revealing the lobby. JJ stepped out of the elevator just as Garcia and Morgan came in through the front door, sporting a shopping bag.

"Hey. Sorry we're late—we stopped for a few items." Garcia said, motioning to the bag Morgan was carrying.

"No problem. Reid just woke up but was drifting off again." JJ said, leading them to the elevator. They rode up in silence and JJ lead them to the door and slipped the plastic card in the slot. The door clicked open and the three of them walked inside.

"So what did you all bring?" JJ asked, starting to gather her papers.
"Well." Garcia said starting to take items out of the bag Morgan had put on the unoccupied bed as she named them.
"We bought Kleenex—two boxes—some water bottles, some cold medicine, a thermometer and some chicken soup and crackers."

"Oh, and pre-made Jell-O." Morgan added.

JJ nodded at the array of medical supplies around her.

"Great. I'm going to head off, then. See you later."

With that, JJ left. Garcia and Morgan turned to face each other.

"So which one of us is staying?" Morgan asked.

"I cleaned up the puke." Garcia triumphantly reminded Morgan, who put his hands up in defeat.

"Alright, you will. Call if anything changes, baby doll."

"I will."

Morgan quietly exited and Garcia quietly put all the things on the table and then kicked off her shoes. She went into the washroom and freshened up. While washing her face gingerly, as not to smudge her make-up seeing as she didn't have any touch-up tools with her, she heard a faint voice call,

"Hello?"

She quickly dried her face and put her glasses back on and rushed out of the bathroom.

"Reid?"

Reid was half-up, leaning against the head board.

"Hey, Garcia."

"Hey." Garcia sat on the bed across from Reid. "How're you doing?"

Reid rubbed his eyes.

"I feel sick."

"As you should. You're one sick puppy."

"What time is it?" Reid looked around for a clock but didn't see one. Garcia checked her polka-dotted watch.

"It's about three o'clock."

"What day is it?"

"Wednesday."

The question worried Garcia almost as much a Reid's flushed face. For Reid to forget the date was almost unheard of. But then, so was Reid getting sick.

"What's all that?" Reid broke Garcia's thoughts.

"Oh!" Garcia got up. "Let's see…we have…Kleenex, cold medicine, some crackers and soup, water, thermometer, oh, and Morgan's personal touch, Jell-O."

Reid smiled faintly.

"Could I have some water?" he asked. Garcia grabbed the bottle of water and the thermometer and walked to the side of Reid's bed, handing him the bottle.

"We should probably take your temperature again. It's been awhile since the nurse took it." Garcia struggled with the box.

"Nurse?" Reid asked, screwing the lid back on the bottle.

Garcia nodded. "Don't you remember? The nurse on staff in the FBI can to take a look-see."

"Vaguely…I remember throwing up and checking into the hotel."

Garcia nodded, finally victorious and pulling the digital thermometer out of the box. She turned it on and handed it to Reid, who, in turn, put it in his mouth. He held it there while Garcia threw away the packaging. By the time Garcia repositioned herself across from Reid, the thermometer had beeped. Reid looked at the reading and then handed it to Garcia.

"One-oh-two." Garcia said aloud. "It's gone up."

Reid nodded. "I believe it. I feel hot."

Garcia smiled sympathetically.

"Why don't you go take a shower?"

Reid nodded. He slowly got up and made his way to the bathroom, where he shut himself in. Garcia sat on the bed, glancing at the thermometer, worried about Reid.

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