Chapter Six

Author: Wraith Ink-Slinger
Story: More accurately put: Evil Incarnate

24th May 2019

Today was Morgan's turn to search the fanfictions. Luckily, he managed to finish some of the renovations on his house and he could hold the dinner there. Everyone was in awe of it. Once Derek was finished with the whole renovation, they planned that Garcia will move in with him. They will have their two years anniversary soon.

Garcia had promised him to help him cook. She did more or less the cooking while he cleaned up and searched a fanfiction. He knew his way around the internet and computer, but he just couldn't seem to find the right one.

"Babygirl, I need your help." He shouted from the living room into the kitchen where she was preparing the dessert.

They shouldn't get him wrong, he isn't the typical macho type, but he couldn't make a tasty dessert.

"Comin'." She said while she put the chocolate mousse into the fridge.

She already wore a green polka-dot dress. "What can I help you with Hotstuff?" she asked in her cheery way. Walking over to Morgan's seat.

"I need to find a fanfiction and I can't find any." He said stressed out.

"It's easy. With this button named Filter, you can search for it." She answered pressing the mouse on this button.

"Do you have an idea?" she asked, and he declined.

No idea, nothing.

"Surprise me Babygirl!" He said and put her on his lap. First, she set the filter on Rating All.

Then she searched for the characters. Reid and himself. The genre was friendship and Humour.

As she started to look through the results, he saw one catching his attention. The story from Wraith Ink-Slinger.

"Let's give a look into it," Morgan said and Garcia opened a new tab with the story.

Both started to read.

"Be okay, just need coffee." Reid mumbled as he dropped his bag and the Kleenex box on his desk.

He was unaware of the eyes of his coworkers watching him as he retrieved a cup of coffee from the nearby machine. He came back to his desk, sat down and took a sip of his coffee. They could tell he immediately regretted the decision as he quickly placed the cup of coffee on his desk as far away from himself as possible.

Morgan had to chuckle. Reid was the worst sick patient on the planet. Garcia was already further.

"No, I'm okay." Reid mumbled with little conviction, waving his hand dismissively.

"I don't think so. You look like crap, Reid." Morgan told him frankly.

"He's right." Both Reid and Morgan turned to face Hotch as he entered the conversation. "Go home, Reid. You won't be able to do your job effectively this way. If we get a case, there's no way I would allow you in the field. Take a couple of days to recover."

Reid sighed. He couldn't argue with Hotch's logic or the fact he had just been given an order. He nodded, snatched up his bag and box of tissues and headed for the door, telling everybody he'd see them tomorrow. It did not escape everyone else's notice how much their friend was stumbling and weaving. "Maybe someone ought to give him a ride." Hotch pointed out.

"I got it." Morgan said, catching up with Reid quickly.

"I don't need a ride. I'm okay. Just a little dizzy." Reid protested half-heartedly.

"You won't be okay for long if we let you drive home like this." Morgan told him.

"Didn't we actually have this once?" she asked Morgan.

Last year Reid was sick with the flu and as Hotch told him to go home he wanted to drive alone. In the end, Morgan had to carry him into the car and then into his apartment.

While Morgan was reading this part.

"C'mon, Kid, a couple days of rest isn't going to kill you. But if it makes you feel any better, I can stop by after work and make sure you haven't died of boredom or something."

"No, it's alright." Reid told him, stepping out of the car.

"Right. See you after work, pretty boy." Morgan said, driving off.

Reid sighed and headed back into the building he had left not an hour ago.

Garcia was already down there.

Reid gave no sign that he heard, making no sounds or movements. In fact, it looked as though he was barely breathing, he was so still. Morgan beat down the anxiety that welled up at that thought. He just has the flu, he's not dead. Morgan reminded himself. "Hey, Kid, are you okay?" Morgan asked, gently shaking the younger man before him.

Suddenly, Reid was wide awake and groping around the table beside for his gun. He grabbed the first thing which his hands came into contact with- a tissue box. Reid pointed it at Morgan as though it were a gun until he realized what he was holding and threw it instead.

Garcia was because of her job a much faster reader than the most. She always loved reading. They finished reading and both of them were sure that this was the one for the night.

At six-thirty the team arrived. The Hotchner family of three arrived first and short behind them were Strauss and her son Dashiell with Rossi. The last to arrive was Reid and the LaMontagne's.

They enjoyed dinner and around nine-thirty they put the kids to bed with the promise to wake them up shortly before midnight.

Cleaning the table Garcia served coffee for the male guests and for the ladies she served tea. They drank a little bit as Morgan unlocked his tablet opening the fanfiction.

"My Babygirl searched this fanfiction. It's about Reid and myself. A friendship humor story. Reid is sick and I care for him. Before you talk Reid, I will just start.

Morgan, who had backed away from the young agent as soon as he woke up, was still confused at being threatened with a box of tissues and had no time to dodge the oncoming projectile. Instead it hit him squarely in the chest as Reid went back to searching for his gun. "Reid! It's me! It's Morgan!"

Reid stopped his search and actually looked at Morgan for the first time. "Morgan!" Reid said, bolting off the couch and coming over to where his friend stood. "I'm sorry! I thought- I…"

"It's fine." Morgan said with a bit a laugh.

"It's funny but it's weird to read my name. For now, I enjoyed it to read it."

Reid swayed uneasily on his feet and quickly sat back down. "You okay, Reid?" Morgan asked, concerned.

"Kind of dizzy." Reid told him.

Suddenly, every question his mother had asked him when he was ill came rushing back to Morgan. They weren't difficult to remember, she had made sure he always remembered at least three things when he was ill. "Have you been drinking water?" Morgan asked.

"No."

"Did you eat anything today?"

"Too queasy."

"Have you at least been sleeping?"

"Do you know how difficult it is to sleep when you have to blow your nose every five minutes? I'd only been asleep for 10 minutes when you came in."

"This isn't the flu, this is evil incarnate.""

Morgan read out aloud and everyone had to laugh. Only Reid was the one who didn't find it funny at all.

"This isn't funny. The flu really is evil incarnate." Reid said and the others had to laugh even more.

After a few minutes, the laughter died down and Derek continued to read.

"Morgan laughed, managing to elicit a few laughs from Reid as well. Finally, Morgan's attention was brought back to the bag he had left in the corner of the room. "I brought more tissues and some soup, if you wanted any."

"Thank you. I might have some of that later." Reid said. "Thanks for coming over, by the way."

"If you're trying to tell me I can go now, I'm not leaving." Morgan said, sitting on the couch to illustrate his point.

Reid sighed, but made no effort to make the man go. "Thanks."

"Just like the last time." He said referring to last year.

"This is the last part and is a good ending for this story.

Several hours, two movies, one bowl of soup and 390 tissues later, Reid lay fast asleep on one end of the couch as Morgan stood up and stretched. He cast one final glance over his friend and turned to leave. "Thanks, Morgan." Reid muttered just before Morgan left the room.

"No problem, Kid." Morgan said before heading out.

"I enjoyed this, and I hope you did too. Now let's taste Garcia's dessert and enjoy the rest of the night." Morgan said getting up.

He put his tablet away and walked into the kitchen. He got the mousse out and put it in different bowls for the others to eat.

An hour later everyone had left for their respective homes.

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