It's hardly news to hear that Spencer Reid didn't take care of himself when there was work.
It seemed that on a case the young man ran purely on adrenaline and sheer force of will. So his crash after the case was solved didn't take anyone by surprise. Hotch was honestly impressed by the way Reid held out over the course of the week.
"I'm gonna pass out in the middle of the hallway." Spencer mumbled, his brown eyes blinking slowly, head drooping.
Hotch quickly latched onto the younger man's arm, keeping him from dropping to the floor right there in the police precinct.
"Reid, when was the last time you slept?" Hotch asked concernedly.
"Sleep?" Spencer mumbled, and Hotch felt worry curl in his chest.
"Okay. Okay, I'll call Morgan and I'll have him take you back to the hotel. We can't have you boarding the jet if you can hardly walk."
Spencer leaned heavily against Hotch with a sigh. "You're warm."
Hotch felt his face flush and couldn't stop the unconscious protective arm that wrapped around the thin man's shoulders.
They made their way to the conference room slowly and Hotch sighed in relief when the only person in there was Printess. She was cleaning up the evidence board that Reid was just frantically scribbling over only three hours ago.
"Hey Hotch-woah, is he okay?" She walked over immediately, dropping what she was doing and taking some of Spencer's weight. Reid whined lowly when he was removed from Hotch's warm side, but immediately latched onto Emily.
"He just hasn't slept." Hotch answered, pushing away the urge to cup the young man's cheek, straightening his suit instead.
"I was planning on asking Morgan to take him to the hotel so he could catch a nap before we leave."
Emily gently nudged him so he was laying on the chair. Despite being dead tired, Spencer still found the energy to reach up and make grabby hands for Emily's warmth.
"I don't think he's gonna make it to the hotel Hotch." Emily chuckled. "I think our Spence is a cuddlewhore."
Hotch tilted his head as he watched his agent curl around Printress in the armchair and fought back a smile.
"He's like a lanky teddy bear." Emily cooed, threading a hand through Reid's curly locks. Reid made a sound of pleasure and leaned into her hand and this time Hotch couldn't fight back his fond smile.