A/N: Just for fun. I own nothing. Reviews welcome!

JJ sighed as she walked into the women's bathroom of yet another unfamiliar police station.

She didn't feel well- no, that was an understatement. She felt like shit. She was nauseous, had a killer headache, and was shaking so bad she was sure the team had noticed. They had been on a grueling case for 5 days now, and everyone had an edge to them already.

JJ walked up to the sink and grabbed a paper towel, wetting it with cold water and wiping her face. The cool water on her hot and sweaty face shocked her already shaky body. She began to feel dizzy and leaned on the sink for support, letting her eyes drift shut.

She wasn't sure how long she stayed like that, but after a while, the bathroom door opened and Emily came in, startling her. JJ jumped and took a few steps back, which disrupted her vertigo enough that she ran to the toilet stall before falling on her knees and vomiting violently. Emily stood behind her with a worried look on her face.

JJ felt weary and disoriented, the kind of confused that a high temperature can cause. She knew where she was, kind of, but her surroundings didn't bring her any sort of comfort. To her embarrassment, JJ began to tear up and cry in front of her friend. Letting out a few small sobs at a time.

Emily crouched down next to her and stroked her hair, and JJ's resulting whimper made her cringe. She had noticed JJ's strange behavior and pale complexion- they all had, but apparently underestimated the seriousness of the situation.

"I'm gonna go get help okay? Just stay right here." Emily said to her. JJ's lack of any response made her unsure if she even heard her.

After Emily left the room, JJ still sat on the floor and cried softly, rocking herself. She had her knees pulled up to her chest and her fingers stuck in her mouth.

Outside, Emily approached the rest of the team, who were talking around a round table with case files strewn about it. She caught the eye of the team leader and signaled for him to come over to her. Once he was by her side, she whispered to him softly so the others could not hear her. She knew JJ would be embarrassed and she didn't want to drag it out.

"JJ's really sick. She's throwing up and I think she has a fever. She's in the bathroom" Emily cocked her head towards the bathrooms.

Without a word, Hotch made his way over to the women's restroom and pushed the door open. JJ was sitting on the floor of an open stall, with tears running down her cheeks and her legs tucked under her. When she saw him enter the room, she let out a soft sob and that was really all it took for him to rush over to her, Emily behind him.

"Hey hey, JJ. What's wrong?" He asked her. He had never seen her like this and it was scaring him. When she looked up at him, her eyes were red and glossed over with delirium.

"H-Hotch?" She said between shaky breaths.

"Yeah it's just me JJ. Can you tell me what's wrong?"

"I-I don't feel good Ho-Hotch." She began to suck on her fingers again and Hotch's worry grew. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to her forehead gently, eyes widening in alarm as he turned his head to look at Emily.

"She's burning up. We need to get her back to the hotel and in bed. Do you have any ibuprofen or Tylenol?"

"I don't think so. I'll go ask around."

He turned back to JJ whose eyes were closed, and said to her softly, "Okay sweetheart. We're gonna get you some medicine and get you back to the hotel, then you can go to sleep."

A few minutes later, Emily entered the room with a bottle of Tylenol and a cup of water in her hand. Seeing JJ asleep against the stall, she handed it to Hotch.

Hotch hesitated, he wasn't sure how he wanted to do this. Waking her up out of a feverish dream could send her into a panic. But she needed to be awake to at least take the medicine.

He rubbed her arm up and down comfortingly, "JJ? JJ can you wake up for me?" Nothing. "JJ," he said a little bit louder, gently shaking her shoulder.

JJ's eyes shot open and she jumped, looking around wildly.

"JJ, JJ honey it's okay. It's just me and Emily. Can you take some medicine for me? It'll make you feel better."

She calmed quickly and accepted the pills and water, swallowing them down, before once again resting her head on the stall. He shook her awake again.

"Can you stand up Jayje?"

JJ attempted to pull herself up, but ended up stumbling forwards into Hotch. Luckily, he caught her and held her to his body tightly.

"Let's go honey."

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The ride to the hotel was silent, and he wasn't surprised when he looked over at the passenger seat to find JJ asleep. Her skin was pink with a sheen of sweat, and he was really starting to worry. He considered turning the car around and taking her to the nearest hospital, but decided he'd wait.

When they arrived at the hotel, Hotch turned off the SUV before getting out and making his way around to her side. He opened her door and reached across her, unbuckling her seatbelt. At his gentle touch, her eyes snapped open and she began to breathe heavily, tears forming in her eyes again. She looked around the SUV wildly before hearing Hotch's voice and turning to face him.

"JJ honey it's just me. Shh are you okay?" He asked, feeling her forehead with the back of his hand and frowning. She recoiled from his touch and began at cry quietly.

"Nononononono" He heard her saying under her breath. She was out of it, and he needed to get her inside quick.

"JJ. Jennifer honey look at me," he said, tilting her head up by her chin. "You're safe sweetie. It's just me. We're at the hotel. You're sick and I'm gonna put you to bed, okay?" He told her in a firm, gentle voice that he hoped would calm her.

Through sobs, JJ choked out "H-Hotch? I'm scared," holding her arms out towards him and letting him pick her up.

Hotch held her and kicked her door shut. Carrying her into the lobby of the hotel, he breathed a sigh of relief that there was nobody at the front desk. JJ had her arms wound tightly around his neck and she sobbed heavily. He wondered if her fever was causing her to experience a rather frightening episode of delirium.

When they finally made it up to their floor, Hotch pulled out the key card to his room and let them in. JJ wasn't in a state to be asked where her card was so he figured this would be better.

He gently set her down in his bed, and tucked her into the blankets. He was happy to see that she seemed to be drifting off. However, his happiness faded when he realized how pale and sick she looked. Her face was contorted in pain and she was still breathing heavily.

Hotch walked over to his go bag and fished around for the first aid kit he kept in there. Finding it, he cracked it open and pulled out the thermometer. He looked back at JJ before walking over to her and pulling her arm up, putting the thermometer underneath and letting it back down.

After about 30 seconds, the thermometer beeped and Hotch pulled it out. 103 degrees. This wasn't a good sign.

But, she was sleeping peacefully for now. Pulling the arm chair up close to the bed in case she woke, he sat down and quickly followed her into sleep.

A few hours of peaceful sleep later, Hotch woke up to JJ's quiet crying. He sat up in the chair quickly and stared at her for a couple seconds, trying to figure out what to do. She was soaked in sweat, and tangled in the sheets and blankets. Her face was pale and her skin looked clammy.

He ran his hand down the side of her face and said "Jayje, can you wake up for me? I need you to wake up."

She opened her eyes and looked at him like she'd never seen him before. "Jennifer honey it's just me. It's Hotch. I'm gonna take you to the bathroom so we can get you cleaned up."

He saw the veil of confusion lift from her eyes as she recognized him and the words he was saying. She was safe. She was with Hotch. He was gonna take care of her.

Hotch got her up out of the bed and walked her to the bathroom. On his way, he grabbed the thermometer off his bedside table. He sat JJ down on the closed toilet lid and turned on the shower. When he turned back to her, she was staring blankly at the wall shivering almost violently.

"You should shower Jayje. You'll feel better after and you're soaked in sweat." Hotch said.

"Okay", JJ responded quietly. Not looking up at him. She had her arms wrapped around herself tightly.

"I'll leave you to it then." Hotch said, hesitating slightly before exiting the room.

I'm the bathroom, JJ sat on top of the toilet shaking still. She put her hand on the counter and pushed herself up. She gazed into her own eyes in the mirror. She didn't look like herself. The longer she stared at the mirror, the more it began to not look like her. It contorted and morphed into something unrecognizable and evil.

Suddenly very frightened by what she was seeing, she began to cry and called for Hotch. He was in the room in seconds, and after he looked her up and down, noticing no injuries and that she was still clothed, he said "JJ what's wrong?"

JJ opened her mouth and then shut it again. Not being able to describe what was going on. "I don't know what's h-happening things aren't right I-I can't-" She began to sob softly and he walked over to her and carded a hand through her hair and pulling her close to him.

"JJ honey it's okay."

He rocked her back and forth on their feet, running his hand through her hair gently and whispering to her.

He pulled away from her and her eyes met his.

"You're okay JJ. I promise you are safe honey."

Hotch walked over to the bathtub and plugged the drain, turning off the shower and starting a bath. He figured a bath would be easier and safer for her. While they waited for the bath to fill up, he picked up the thermometer and handed it to her. She stuck it under her tongue and waited. After it beeped, Hotch took it out of her mouth and looked at it. "101 degrees." Better, if only slightly, he thought.

When the bathtub was full, he turned off the water and turned back to her.

"Are you gonna be okay by yourself?"

He asked.

"Please don't leave," she whispered, looking down at her feet. "I-I just, I'm scared, I don't know why.." She admitted.

"Okay honey that's okay. I'll stay here with you."

JJ began to unbutton her shirt and Hotch turned around to give her some privacy. However, JJ was finding it hard to undo the small buttons on her shirt, with the way she was shaking combined with how her vision warped and swam.

"Hotch?" He turned around.

"I can't get my buttons. I'm too shaky." She said, holding her hand up to show him.

He wordlessly took a step closer to her and touched the top of her shirt, looking into her eyes for permission.

He began to unbutton her shirt, focusing on the task. After it was all undone, she slid it off her shoulders and he turned around again. He heard her unzip and step out of her pants, before climbing into the tub.

He sat down on the floor in the bathroom and turned around. From this angle he could see her from the shoulders up.

He watched as JJ's shaking slowed when the warm water touched her skin, and she laid her head back on the tub.

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After her bath, Hotch got JJ settled in the bed sitting up, and sat down next to her.

"Are you hungry? We could order room service." He asked.