I wanted to continue the last chapter a little bit more so here's a second part :)

PT2

The plane landed after a few hours. Everyone awoke, besides Reid. The kid was out cold. Most of the team began deplaning, but Derek, Hotch, and Gideon stayed behind.

"Should we wake him up? It looks like he needs the sleep…" Derek stated, rubbing the back of his neck.

Hotch shook his head. "I'll carry him to the car; I can drop him off at his apartment."

"I'm not sure it's a great idea to leave him alone right now." Gideon stated. The three of them nodded. It went unsaid that when the kid eventually woke up someone needed to be there to make sure he took care of himself. He clearly had rejected to do any self-care in the last week.

Derek sighed, "I don't think I saw anything but coffee and sugar enter his body the past few days, we need to make sure he gets some food down."

"And if he has any nightmares someone needs to be there to help him, if they've been keeping him up this long, they must be pretty bad, it wouldn't hurt to have some comfort" Hotch finished. Gideon nodded, agreeing with their statements.

"I'll stay with him" Derek decided, "Hotch, you can just drop the both of us at his place. I'll make sure he gets some food and sleep and is better by Monday."

The three men now in agreement sprung into action. Gideon stepped off the plane first, going to get in the driver's seat of the other vehicle, deciding he'd drive home the other half of their team.

Derek grabbed Reid's shoulder bag and stuffed the book he'd been holding inside. After a moment, he decided to take the kid's glasses off and stuff them in there too. He then backed up, allowing Hotch to move towards him.
Hotch lifted the kid into a bridal carry a little too easily. He frowned at this; he knew the kid was light, but it seemed like he'd even lost weight since the last time he'd carried him (he had to pick up a passed-out Reid all too frequently).

"Make sure he eats." Hotch stated to Derek with a furrowed brow. The kid hung limp in the man's arms, lanky arms tucked awkwardly around his body and head lulling against his chest. The two made their way off the plane.

When they got to the car, they easily manipulated Reid into the backseat, buckling him in before allowing him to lay against the door of the vehicle. Derek stayed in the back with him and Hotch drove. The ride was silent for the most part, other than very light snoring coming from Reid.

When they arrived at his apartment, Hotch parked and decided he'd carry Reid upstairs as well. It didn't take long before Derek unlocked the apartment and they were able to plop the kid in bed, taking his shoes off reviling his mismatched socks.

"Should we change him into pajamas or just leave him?" Derek asked. "I don't wanna make him sleep in his work clothing…"
"I suppose we could try to rouse him, but he seems pretty out to me" Hotch replied. The two made the executive decision to get him into some pajamas and set out to find some. In Reid's drawers they found some adorable pjs, mostly Halloween themed which seemed weird since it wasn't that time of year, but they settled on some cute pumpkin covered pants and a black tee.
Hotch pulled Reid into a sitting position as best he could. The kid was almost completely limp in his grasp. Together the two managed to get him out of his work clothing and into his pjs. They shared a look when the button-down shirt had been removed, gawking at how they could count the kid's ribs and how his hips and spine jutted out. He really had run himself straight into the ground this time. They'd need to have a talk with him when he was better about not forgetting to take care of himself. Nevertheless, they settled him back in bed and Hotch left Derek to go home.

Derek settled on the couch, quickly drifting off to sleep as well.

It was afternoon the next day when Reid finally awoke. He felt much better than he had in a long while. A glass of water was sitting on his nightstand which he quickly downed. Since he wasn't as exhausted and no headache was assaulting his brain, he suddenly realized he seemed to have an appetite again. Slowly and clumsily, he managed to pull himself out of bed and make his way to the door of his bedroom. All the sudden he realized he had no recollection of getting back to his apartment or changing out of his clothing, but when he saw Derek in his kitchen, he pieced together what had happened.

"Good morning" Reid greeted with a sleep-laced voice. Derek turned around, chuckling with a smile on his face.

"More like good afternoon, look who finally rose from the dead." Reid smiled and made his way to the kitchen counter, taking a seat on one of the stools.
"Whatcha makin'?"

"Oh, just something for the resident genius to eat." He smirked, "Hungry?"
"Starving."
"Good."

The two ate the meal Derek had cooked and spoke about things other than work. It was always nice when they actually had time to catch up with one another. However, during the meal Reid's wrist had begun to throb once more and he realized that he might have hurt it worse than he previously thought. He'd managed to keep it out of Derek's eyeline but wanted to check it out for himself before coming to any conclusions.

After the meal, he excused himself to the bathroom. He flipped on the lights and locked the door behind him, taking a seat on the toilet. He finally brought his wrist up, inspecting it. Immediately his stomach did a somersault. It was purple and swollen. He may not have an M.D., but it didn't take a medical doctor to realize that it was more than a sprain as he'd previously assumed.

"Fuck" Reid whispered to himself. He needed to wrap it, but there was no way Derek wouldn't notice. But if he left it, his friend would probably still eventually notice his bruised hand. So far, Derek had made no move to leave which probably meant he wasn't planning on going anytime soon.

Swallowing back a wave of nausea brought on by looking at his injury, he decided he'd just tell Derek. Walking out of the bathroom, he approached his friend who was at the sick cleaning off their dishes.

"Derek," he started in a quiet voice, "I think I may have fractured my wrist…" Derek spun around immediately, concern filling his features.

"What?!" he exclaimed, carefully grabbing the kid's arm. "When the hell did this happen?" Reid shrugged, looking at the ground. "Shit… is this… when I tackled you…" Reid nodded in confirmation and Derek swore.

"Sorry, I was just too exhausted to really even notice it yesterday and then I was too hungry just now and I don't wanna go to the hospital we can probably just ice and wrap it here and take care of it ourselves, in fact I'm not even sure there is a fracture maybe it's just a sprain maybe-"

"Spencer." Derek stopped his rambling. "Hey, it's okay, I should be apologizing to you. Come on, I'll drive you in. Let's get it looked at regardless, alright?" Reid nodded.

After getting dressed the two made their way to the ER. Luckily the fracture was clean, and it was an easy fix, just icing the wrist and bounding it with a soft splint. They gave him some pain medicine and the two were sent on their way.

"Hey, you feeling better?" Derek asked as they drove back to Reid's place. The answer was obvious. His skin had some color back and the circles under his eyes were much less prominent. Another good night's sleep and a few nutritious meals and the kid would be back to normal in no time. Reid smiled, turning to his friend.
"You have no idea."