CHAPTER TWELVE SIGNS
So the next year I graduated med school. I became an intern at Stafford Hospital. I wanted to be a surgeon. As I had above average intelligence(so did Chris and Spencer was a genius) I caught on to things pretty quickly.
So yeah, I noticed the signs. Spence was having really, really bad headaches.
He winced whenever you turned on the lights, wore his sunglasses too much, rubbed his eyes constantly. So, I made him go to the doctor.
We did a CT scan, and we didn't find anything. So the doctors thought the cause might be psychosomatic. Spencer and I of course refused to except this information. There had to be another cause.
Before I continue, I think I should give you a better description of Spencer's team.
Agent Hotchner was the team leader, and they all called him 'Hotch' . He had lost his wife last year to vengeful unsub. He was very… cold. Well, you could tell he loved his team and his family, but he still had this weird air about him. Almost like he didn't feel. He always wore tailored suits and his black hair was perfect- never a hair out of place.
Agent Morgan, whom I'm sure you remember, was kind of like an older brother to Spencer. He was a huge ladies man, always dating some new girl. He was funny, but if anyone ever tried to hurt anyone he loved, he could probably kill them with his bare hands.
Agent Prentiss, or Emily as she told me to call her, was pretty serious but liked to fool around. She never flinched at anything, no matter how gruesome it may be. She was prepared for anything, always. She also wore tailored suits (for women, of course.) but she kind of mixed her color pallet more than Hotch.
JJ of course was the media liaison. She was always dressed fashionably and usually bright with whites and pinks. Unlike Emily, she often wore skirts. She was confident and collected. Always perky and bright.
And then there was Garcia, the computer tech. She wore insanely vibrant outfits. Bright pink and neon green. She died her hair red, blond, and close to white before. She always had a fluffy pen on her and spoke in witty and sharp replies and retorts.
Agent Rossi had been retired for a while. He was like, a founder of the BAU. He was a successful author. He was chalk full of wisdom and god could he cook. He wore Italian clothing and always smelled like old spice.
Agent Gideon had left years before. It had kind of crushed Spencer. It was hard for him because we had been abandoned by our father so many years before.
I was driving us home after the doctor's appointment. I was seriously road raging, my hands were gripping the wheel so tight that my knuckles were white.
I was supposed to be a doctor. And I couldn't figure out what was wrong with my own brother? So when I accidently hit another car in frustration, swearing under my breath, who should step out but Morgan, Garcia, and Emily heading off to a bar.
"Hey guys." Said Morgan.
"Sorry." I grumble.
"And I thought Reid was a bad driver." (they called my brother by his last name) Emily said, trying to lighten the mood.
"Yeah, yeah." I say. "I know it was my fault. You can take it up with my insurance company."
"That's okay, it's barley a ding." Says Morgan. "So where are you guys going?"
"No where." Reid says. "Home, I was just uh… picking Kat up from work."
"But she was driving."
"Well… uh…"
"We have to go." I say.
I grabbed Spencer's wrist when I notice it. A rash.
"How could I have been so stupid!" I exclaimed. "It's so simple!"
"What?" Reid asked.
"Mono!" I nearly screamed. "It's mono!"
"The kissing disease?" Morgan said. "What about it?"
"Doesn't matter. Come on!" I drag Spencer along.
Of course, as headaches are rarely this severe with mono I hadn't seen it. I had put the fact that he had not been eating as much and moving slowly back to the head pain. The rash put it all together.
It was so simple, I almost laughed. Spencer had mono! I couldn't believe how many doctors had missed it.