CHAPTER TEN POISON

When JJ called, all she said was that Spencer was sick, and in the hospital. So Chris and I rushed over there and waited in the waiting room with the team.

"Dr. Spencer Reid."

We all stood, I knew that the team was his family as much as I was.

"He should be fine, he might take a while to wake up, but you can go in now."

Spencer didn't wake up till the next day, and the rest of the team had gone home to get some sleep, except Agent Morgan, or Morgan, as he told me to call him.

"So, what is life like with pretty boy?" he asked. Apparently pretty boy was Spence's nickname, to Morgan at least.

"Spencer has always protected us, he pretty much single handily took care of two kids and a sick mother, while he was a kid himself." Chris said.

"I couldn't ask for a better brother." I added.

Morgan's face softened with a new kind of respect for Spencer.

"So, what exactly is wrong with him?" Chris asked.

"Uh… he just had some trouble breathing."

"Oh, come on." I said. "I'm a med student, I'm not stupid."

I knew that Spencer had been poisoned, as this book is going out to the public, and I don't want to cause a panic, I won't say with what. To me, it was obvious. Chris, of course, didn't get it. And I couldn't tell him.

"You can't tell anyone." Morgan warned me.

"I know. Like I said, I'm not stupid." I said.

"What?" asked Chris.

"Sorry, Chris. But I don't think you really want to know." I said. "You caught the guy, right?"

"Yup." Morgan replied.

"So what's it like working with Spencer?" asked Chris, changing the subject.

"Well, he a complete know it all who constantly attracts danger and is socially awkward. I wouldn't replace him for the world." Morgan said.

I laughed. It was so true. "I do wish he would stop putting himself in danger." I said.

"I think we all want that, kitty-kat." He said.

I paled. "Don't call me that." I said thinking back to all the times I had been called kitty-kat, and how badly most of them had ended. I didn't ever want to hear my high school nick name again.

He put his hands up like he was surrending. "Alright, sorry."

The night continued on with funny stories from med school, cases, and boot camp. We were trying to ignore the fact that my brother was lying in a hospital bed. At least this time we weren't silent. I guess we accepted the fact that he was sick. After all, it was a pretty normal occurrence for normal families. We could be normal. Maybe.

When Spencer woke up, I was sitting perched on the edge of my chair almost like a bird, reading. Chris as playing some stupid game on his phone and Morgan was sitting with his legs on Spence's bed, eating his jello.

"Is that my jello?" Spencer asked.

A couple of doctors came in. "Relax, Dr. Reid. Welcome back to the land of living. You should be fine." One said.

"Is there any more jello?" he said.

The doctor laughed. "I'll see to getting you some." She said, walking out of the room.

"You gave us a scare there, pretty boy." Morgan said.

"Get your feet off my bed."

"I just saved the city while you were comfortably lying in this bed. My feet are staying here."

"Whatever." He looked towards us. "Sorry guys."

"Sorry?" Chris said. "For what?"

"For making you put up with him." He said, gesturing towards Morgan.

Chris and I laughed. "It wasn't that bad." I said.

"Sure it wasn't." Spence said.

We all laughed, and once again, everything was good. For now.