Emily just grinned sweetly at his mulish expression. He was too easy to read and rile up. For her anyway.

"Did you sleep here on the bathroom floor?" She asked, surveying the state of the room they were in.

Surprisingly there was no vomit on the floor like she had been expecting but there was a distinct smell of it lingering in the air. Thank God for worse smelling crime scenes or else she'd be out of here. No vomit on him either but figures that he would be neat about throwing up. The aforementioned piles of tissues were spread across the floor. Emily was vaguely impressed at the sheer number he had used. Where did he store them? She wasn't aware that he had an end of the world supply. Some of his shower supplies had been knocked off their spots on the sink and their shelves, probably from him stumbling in the previous evening. He had definitely been otherwise occupied or they would be back in their places right now. Neat freak.

Spencer nodded weakly and a grimace flashed across his face. He must have a headache as well as feeling nauseous, Emily guessed.

"Do you still feel sick?"

He thought for a moment before carefully shaking his head.

"I don't think so, " he replied, doubt colouring his voice. "I haven't thrown up in about four hours."

"There's a 'but', isn't there?" Emily guessed.

"I haven't even tried to stand up since I first came in here," he admitted. "I don't know what the change in my blood pressure will do."

"Right," Emily said decisively, crouching down next to him. "Let me help."

"What?"

She made an impatient sound.

"You want out of here, right?"

Reid nodded.

"But you haven't got up in like ten hours?"

"Twelve, actually."

"So, you'll probably fall if you get up by yourself," she determined. "Let me help. Lean on me."

"Are you sure?" He asked sceptically.

"You aren't that heavy, Reid," she said. "I can bear your weight."

Probably. The man had no fat on him but there was an awful lot of him. Meh, she could do it. They wouldn't get anywhere if they didn't try. Hopefully, they wouldn't end up in his shower.

"Oh-kay," he said, thankfully giving in.

She didn't want to argue with him and she wanted them both out of this room star. She was sure just being in here increased everyone's chances of being sick. She carefully adjusted her stance behind him so he could use his hands to push himself into her and still keep his feet firmly on the ground. He got up with all the grace of a baby giraffe, all pointy limbs and staggering. Thankfully, his aversion to touch didn't seem to be in gear in his situation as she basically hugged him round the middle from behind so he stayed upright. There was only some swaying as his head rose above his shoulders for the first time since yesterday and Reid braced himself on his toilet. A green tinge crossed his face but nothing came of it.

"All good?" Emily asked hesitantly when he didn't speak.

It took him a minute to reply as he got his bearings but he carefully said, "All good."

"Right, let's get you out of here."

Too bad she didn't take into account their height difference when she volunteered to help. It just made everything more awkward when he sort-of bent over her in an attempt not to stumble.

"Sorry!" He yelped as they careered into his linen cabinet.

"Crap!"

"Ow!"

"Mind the tissues!"

Where did that shower handle come from? She was going to have a bruise. Reid somehow snagged his cardigan on a tap and they both nearly tumbled to the ground but thank the Lord for his reflexes and her cat-like tendencies. That would have been a concussion in the making.

Finally, with a lot of cursing (from her) and whimpering (from him), they got themselves out of the bathroom. Reid's body was much more compliant when they got moving and his muscles realised they could actually work again. They still managed to do a weird looking, tangled dance thing to get him deposited on his sofa because he was stiff and is flailing limbs were difficult to manoeuvre.

Reid winced as he crushed some papers under him.

"Why are they even there?" Emily asked him exasperatedly as he tugged them free and gave them a mournful look. "You have a side table and perfectly good floor."

"That's where I was sitting," he mumbled, curling into the corner part.

She rolled her eyes at him, typical. He always ended up on the floor when he was studying something or just reading something if she thought about it.

"Can I put them somewhere that safe?" She asked, looking at the crumpled pile doubtfully.

He passed her a book to shove them in and she tucked that into a shelf. One less casualty to worry about.

She looked at him critically. The stumbling around definitely didn't help him, his face was a lot more flushed and the state of his hair made him look like a mad man. Hopefully being more comfortable would make him feel better.

"You're staring at me," he muttered from behind closed eyes.

"Am not," she denied.

"Can feel it."

Emily pulled a face at him, making him crack the first smile she'd seen on him since she got here. She checked her phone, was it really only twenty minutes ago?

"Was that Hotch?" Reid asked, misinterpreting her movement. "Do you need to go?"

He sounded a bit forlorn at that.

"Nope," she replied only just noticing she in fact had a text from their boss.

She'd get to that later. If it was important or urgent he would have phoned.

"Liar," he accused, now watching her face.

Dammit, even when he was sick she couldn't hide stuff from him

She sighed heavily and checked the text.

"He only wants to know how you are," she informed him. "Oh and to say that Garcia says to eat something."

Reid pulled a face at the thought of ingesting solid food. She didn't blame him. She hated the first meal after she had been sick. You never enjoyed it and about half the time you threw up again.

"When was the last time you even had something?" She asked.

"Um," his face scrunched up in thought and then he looked guilty.

"Reid."

"Saturday afternoon," he admitted, head hanging down.

"Reid! That was forty-eight hours ago!"

"Thirty-six."

Emily glared at him; he shrank back into a cushion.

"You've been sick that long?"

"Only since last night," Reid said defensively.

"Then why didn't you eat before then?"

"I was distracted," he replied sheepishly, side eyeing his papers. "Did you know that mushrooms-"

"Right," she said interrupting him or else she'd never get something down his throat. "What do you want to eat?" She asked, getting to her feet.