The next morning, Hotch awakened to the sound of a gong. Rolling over in his bed, he could see through the small window in his room that the sun was beginning to burn off the heavy fog that had rolled in the previous evening.

Forgoing his usual shaving ritual, Hotch quickly dressed in the uniform of The Center and left his room. As he passed Blake's door, he hesitated and considered checking on the sick agent. On second thought, he decided to pass by without knocking. If she was sleeping, he didn't want to wake her.

When he arrived at the dinning hall, Hotch found that his team, all dressed in the white cotton uniforms of The Center, was already gathered around one of the tables. Other tables in the dining hall were occupied by numerous Sisters, who were sitting and talking quietly.

"Good morning Hotch! We had just about given up on you," Morgan greeted him.

"We have a chair all ready for you," Garcia motioned to an empty seat across the table from her, next to JJ.

"How did you sleep?" JJ inquired as he took his seat.

"I slept like a baby," Hotch confessed. "How come you are all up and cheery this early in the morning?"

"Your team, with the exception of yours truly, took part in the morning yoga class," Rossi told him dourly.

"Yoga? Even you, Reid?" Hotch questioned.

"Actually, yoga is a set of poses designed to bring relaxation and permanent peace to the practitioner," Reid began his explanation. "Strength doesn't come into it, whereas flexibility – "

"Okay, Reid, Okay," Morgan interrupted. "We all know about you and exercise!"

"You should have seen him," Garcia burbled. "He was quite the 'dying bug'."

"Dying bug?" Hotch questioned.

"One of the poses," Reid told him authoritatively. "You lie on your back and extend all four limbs into the air. Then you move two at a time in coordination." His smile told everyone that he was extremely proud of his efforts.

While the team was busy evaluating everyone's yoga prowess, various breakfast dishes were being brought out of the kitchen and placed on the tables. Upon the ringing of several small bells, the Sisters fell silent and began serving themselves.

"I guess that's our cue," Rossi commented, reaching for a freshly baked whole wheat roll.

"After that delicious dinner last night, I can't wait to taste this," JJ began dishing up a bowl of porridge. "Would you like some of this Hotch? And, is that honey I see?"

"From their own hives," Garcia explained enthusiastically.

After breakfast, Hotch helped Garcia as she took a variety of breakfast foods, along with hot tea, across the courtyard to Blake. He let Garcia go into the sick agent's room first and then, when they called to him, entered with trepidation.

"So, Blake, how are you feeling this morning?" Hotch wasn't comfortable being in a female agent's sickroom.

"Better," Blake croaked. "Give me an hour or so, and I will be ready to go."

"You will not!" Garcia contradicted her. "You are still running a fever and you aren't eating!"

Hotch looked at the woman lying in bed. "I hate to argue with you, Blake," he told her. "But I tend to agree with Garcia."

"However," he continued holding up his hand to stave off her complaints. "Why don't we wait for Dr. Richards' opinion? I saw her at breakfast and she mentioned that she was planning on stopping by shortly."

Blake's response was interrupted by the arrival of the doctor.

"Well, you must be feeling better," Dr. Richards commented. "You seem to be holding quite a party in here!"

"Sorry," Hotch apologized.

"Don't apologize," the doctor smiled at him. "I'm glad to see my patient feels up to arguing with her boss. That means she is definitely feeling better! Now, why don't both of you step outside while I examine her?"

A short time later, Dr. Richards joined Hotch and Garcia in the hallway.

"What's the verdict?" Hotch asked.

"She is better, but still not 100%," the doctor opinioned. "What I would like to do is let her rest for another – 6 hours maybe - and then check on her again." She held up her hand to ward off Hotch's comments. "I know you people are anxious to get on your way, but I really can't sanction her traveling the way she is."

"Is there anything I can do?" Garcia asked anxiously.

"Make sure she gets plenty of rest and drinks lots of fluids," the doctor recommended. "I see that you already brought her some tea. That's a good place to start."

"Okay, Doctor," Hotch agreed. "I guess I had better go over to the office and see what I can arrange with Sister Sharon."

"I don't think there will be any problem," Dr. Richards told him. "She's very flexible."