Morgan's week off was officially over and he had to start the rotation the rest of the team had set up. He had just finished with his shower when he heard the knock on the door. Quickly wrapping a towel around his waist, he went to answer it.

"I didn't know I was going to get a show this morning." Emily cheekily remarked.

"You're kinda early."

"I wanted to bring breakfast, and I figured if I didn't get here early you would have already started something."

"Help yourself to the kitchen. I'm going to finish, and then I'll get Reid up." Morgan proceeded to finish his morning routine, and then went in to wake his friend.

"Hey, sleepy-head, time to get up. Emily is here with breakfast." Spencer was never a morning person, it was always amusing to see his reaction to getting up. He squinted sharply at Morgan and then brought a lazy hand up to rub at his dark eyes.

Morgan reached over and placed the oxygen back in his nose from where it had been knocked down. He pulled the covers down and received a grunt for his efforts.

"Cold," was the annoyed reply.

"I know; you're always cold. Here's your sweater." He held up the garment and helped the younger man put it on when he was finally sitting up.

Eventually Reid joined Morgan and Emily in the kitchen. He took a seat while Morgan sat a plate with a chocolate chip muffin in front of him; then grabbed a bottle of Ensure to accompany it.

"Garcia is going to come over this afternoon and set up an area in your living room for all of her computers."

"Why?" Spencer asked now that he was a little more awake.

"So she can stay with you when we get called out on a case, and when you feel up to it you can help out." Emily said.

"Really?"

She smiled at him, "Yes, really. You know we always need you on the team, and I'm sure your mind is in need of some exercise." Emily reached across the small table and thumped his forehead knocking his hair into his eyes.

"Ow! I'm telling Garcia you're beating up on me." He pushed the hair back behind his ear and tucked it under the oxygen tubing.

Morgan watched the interaction in amusement as he picked up his dishes and put them in the sink. "Well, I need to get going." He saw the beseeching look that crossed Reid's face. "Em, you mind giving us a minute?"

"Sure." She took her paper to the living room.

"What's wrong?" Morgan asked.

Spencer hung his head and picked at his muffin.

"You're going to be fine. Do you want me to stay until you're dressed in case you need help?" He watched the young man in front of him nod his head like a little child. "Com' on." Morgan walked back to the bedroom with him.

Getting dressed still seemed to take a lot of energy, Reid was gasping for breath by the time they finished. Morgan reached over to the nightstand and handed him his inhaler. He watched Spencer take the two puffs and then slowly relax back onto the bed. "I'll call and check in at lunch." He laid a blanket over the young man and watched him close his eyes.

Derek walked into the kitchen and placed the cap back on the partial bottle of Ensure.

Emily walked in and asked, "Is everything okay?"

"I helped him get changed; now he's resting. We put opened bottles of the Ensure on the top shelf so he can finish it later. His breathing treatments are on the table in the living room. You'll have to get him up in half an hour and make sure he does them and takes the rest of his medicine."

"We'll be fine, Morgan."

He sighed. "I know; Reid just doesn't want you having to do too much for him."

"I thought he was a lot better?"

"He is. You know he just doesn't want to be a bother to anyone. We have finally gotten past that and he's comfortable with me. He doesn't need you to help him do much but mostly to be here and fix meals."

"Go to work and try not to worry." She started pushing him towards the door.

"Oh, his rescue inhaler is on the nightstand; make sure that he keeps it with him."

"Go." She pushed him the rest of the way out the door and shut it in his face.

He would have to let this go. In reality, Derek had been fine with it until Spencer had become anxious.

***

"Ah, my chocolate god is back!" Garcia squealed when Morgan walked into the break room.

"Baby Girl, it's good to be back. Did you miss me?"

"Of course. But then I also miss my junior G man, too." She hugged him tight before grabbing her mug of coffee and heading back to her office.

He fixed his own cup and then headed to Hotch's office, he knocked gently before entering.

"How's he doing?" Hotch asked.

"Not bad. I stayed long enough for him to get dressed in case he needed help. He's a little anxious about needing help." Morgan took a sip of his coffee.

"He'll be fine with Emily."

"I know. You just need to convince him of that." He sat his mug on the edge of the desk. "So, besides the paperwork on my desk I can see from here, what's on today's agenda?"

"There are a couple of consults you would be good at. And before I forget, what do you think about taking some paperwork home for Reid?"

"He'd love it, but we have to keep it light for now so he doesn't try to skip the two naps a day he takes."

Hotch looked at him with concern, "He still needs that much rest?"

"Yeah, but the naps are shorter. It just doesn't take much to tire him out. The good news is that he doesn't get winded just watching TV like before. Now it only happens when he gets up and moves around."

"That's good to hear. Garcia's going over to set things up so we can be ready now that you're back and we're only down one person."

"I heard; that's good. I think he doesn't mind her mothering as much, and she's good for raising his spirits, too."

"Okay, here are the files." Hotch handed over the two cases and basically dismissed the other man.

***

"Time to wake up," Emily kept shaking his shoulder, and he finally gave in and opened his eyes. "You need to do your breathing treatments. Sorry to wake you."

"It's okay; I'll go back to sleep later." Spencer reached over to grab his glasses and then pushed the blanket back that Morgan had covered him with. He adjusted his sweater and then went to the living room where he saw Emily dusting.

"You don't have to do that."

"Reid, you are not up to cleaning your apartment. We need to keep the dust level down to help your breathing." She moved onto the next bookshelf. "Besides, I don't really want to just sit and watch TV the whole day."

"Thanks." He whispered and pulled the blanket down from the back of the recliner he was sitting in.

***

After lunch, Spencer talked to Emily while she cleaned up their dishes. He laid out the Scrabble board that she had agreed to play with him.

Emily laid down an 'R' and smiled at him.

"You're not very good at this are you? There's a 'C' in Schrödinger and you can't use proper names." He reached up and rubbed at his nose. "Damn it." Spencer's hand came away bloody.

Prentiss jumped up and grabbed a couple of paper towels to hold up to his nose. The phone chose that moment to ring. "I've got it." Spencer said and replaced her hand holding the paper towels.

"Hello?" Emily said in a rush.

"Is everything okay?" Morgan asked.

"Reid's got a nose bleed."

"I forgot to tell you about those."

"Oh, thanks." She said with much sarcasm.

"The oxygen dries out his nose. There is some Ayr gel in the bathroom. Make sure he uses that every hour. Is everything else okay?"

"Yes, we were just playing Scrabble."

"Are you that bored?" Morgan chuckled over the line.

"No, I actually wanted to do something he might like besides watch action movies."

"Can I talk to him?"

"Yeah. Morgan wants to talk to you." She said and walked over to check Reid's nose.

Spencer took the phone. "Hey."

"You okay, kid?"

"Yeah, it's almost stopped bleeding."

"That's good. How are you doing?"

He sighed. "I'm fine. She hasn't killed me yet."

Morgan chuckled loudly, "That's good to know. Hotch is coming over for dinner so we might be a little late. Any requests for dinner?"

"Whatever is fine. I'm going to go lay down."

"You feeling okay?"

"Just tired."

"You sure it's not from the nose bleed?"

He checked the paper towels and could see that it had already quit. "I'm sure, now go back to work."

"Okay, you behave for Prentiss." Morgan started laughing again.

Spencer hung up the phone and noticed that Emily had already put away the game. "I'm going to bed." He picked up the oxygen tubing and started back to his bedroom.

"Everything okay?" She asked.

"Yeah, sure." He replied despondently. Spencer made sure the tissues were in easy reach and then applied the Ayr gel that Prentiss had given him. He would just have to get used to being on a rotation schedule with the team and them not knowing how he and Morgan did things. Spencer had heard the relaxed joy in Morgan's voice and knew he was better off at work and not stuck here taking care of him. He pulled the blanket closer and curled up, wishing away the tears that wanted to start.