S1 EXTRA

This takes place somewhere after episode 10, but before the fisher king. I've been wanting some sick!reid and figured why not. We'll get some nice family bonding as Reid tries to pretend that he's not sick, but the team forces him to let them take care of him After writing this part much too long, it is going to be a three part series. Enjoy.

PT1

Spencer Reid knew he was sick the moment his eyes opened in the morning. His stomach rolled immediately, and he found himself racing for the bathroom. After expelling the contents of his stomach, he flushed the toilet and laid back against the cool tiles. Thinking back over his last few days, he was confused as to this sudden onslaught of sickness.

Suddenly, it hit him. Reid found himself facepalming slightly at his stupidity. He had probably contracted some form of the flu sometime during their most recent case. They had flown up to Maine where it down poured on the team all week. Reid specifically had been soaked to the bone as he'd neglected to bring an umbrella and his go-bag did not have his rain jacket. He was essentially soaked for all four days they were there. Piling onto that the lack of sleep and nourishment he allowed himself during a case, it was no wonder he got sick. He sighed in relief remembering that they had the day off. Lazily, Reid managed to pull himself off the floor and collapse back onto the bed.

A horrible ringing noise suddenly rose him from his slumber. Spencer groaned in annoyance and pain, reaching to slap his alarm clock. When he did this, the noise did not cease. He blurrily lifted his head, realizing his phone was the object of the noise, and he clumsily reached for it.

"Yeah?" His voice ground against his throat painfully as he spoke.

"Reid, wheels up in thirty, we've got another case. A bad one. We'll debrief on the plane, meet us at the runway."

With that Hotch hung up his end of the call and Reid slowly caught up with his words. A case, there was a case, but didn't he have the day off? The plane. There was a plane he needed to catch. Why was he going to the airport?

He managed to sit up, fighting off lingering vertigo, and rubbed his face with his hand. Taking inventory, he attempted to diagnose himself.

The nausea was the most annoying, or maybe the vertigo, he wasn't sure. There was a definite pressure between his eyes and his throat felt scratchy. He was sweaty, but he wasn't sure if that was from fever or just because his room felt really hot. He was definitely partially congested, but comparative to the other symptoms, that didn't seem like a big deal. Overall, he felt like trash.

However, the team needed him, someone out there could get killed if he wasn't on the case, so he pulled himself out of bed in an attempt to get dressed.

Reid pulled out the first pair of pants he could find and paired it with a short sleeve shirt. God, it felt like it was 100 degrees in his apartment. He wondered if his A/C was broken but he could hear it whirring in the other room. He pulled on some mismatched socks and threw on his favorite converse. Throwing on a belt, he pulled it to the tightest loop possible. It didn't quite do the job anymore, but it was good enough. Stepping back into his bathroom, Reid quickly brushed his teeth and grimaced at his appearance. His skin was grey and circles under his eyes even more pronounced than normal. His eyes were fairly blood shot and his hair was a mess. Reid attempted to tame it, but to no avail.

Eventually, he dragged himself out the door, sipping on a coffee with too much sugar in it, clutching his satchel to his side. He pulled out his phone as he walked downstairs to glance at the time. Derek had texted him that he would pick him up. Though it took him longer than usual to get ready, luckily, he was still on time. Right as he exited his apartment building, the other agent pulled up in a black SUV.

Reid pulled himself into the passenger seat, sighing as the cool air of the A/C hit him.
"Woah there pretty boy, you sick or something?"

Reid glanced over at Derek with tired eyes. "No?"

"Yeah that sounded convincing. Listen, Reid, if you need to sit this one out…"
"No Derek I'm fine, let's just go." Reid coughed slightly into his hand and shifted focus out the window.

"Whatever you say kid." Derek, clearly unconvinced, sighed but pulled away from the curb. Knowing the kid there was no way he'd ask for help; they'd probably only be able to sideline him when he keeled over.

The ride to the airport was relatively quiet, except for the occasional cough from Reid. Derek continued to send him worried glances, but Reid ignored him. He was more focused on stopping the world from spinning.

When they arrived, they quickly got out of the car, rushing to the plane. They were the last to arrive, it seemed, and so they needed to get going asap.

The two boarded the plane, Reid keeping his head down hoping no one would make any comment towards his appearance. He was certain that if he looked as awful as he felt he probably looked like a corpse.
Reid received a few worried looks from the other members of the team, but after taking a seat in a corner, he managed to avoid most glances. JJ handed him a file which he immediately dug into. If he was reading, hopefully no one would try and talk to him.

The case was bad, Hotch was right. Enough that looking at the photos from the scene made Reid's stomach roll. Moving on, he began reading about the case. A serial killer in Nebraska for sure, brutally torturing his male victims before drowning them. The victimology read fairly simply. All white men ages 25-35, slender, tall, brown hair… Reid realized he just described himself. He swallowed, it wasn't the first time he'd matched the description of the unsub's desire, and it probably wouldn't be the last. Plus, Elle and JJ felt like this all the time. The majority of the unsubs they caught were after women, and he was sure they often felt that they would fit the victimology.

Moving on he studied the behavior. The scenes were highly organized. Clearly the unsub was intelligent and methodical. These definitely weren't victims of opportunity and they were possibly a surrogate for someone the unsub knew. He kept the victims for about three days before drowning them.

The photos began blurring in front of his eyes. He removed his glasses and rubbed hard into his eye sockets, hoping maybe that would clear up his vision. Unfortunately, the only result was the amplification of his headache. He ran his hand through his hair and placed the file in his lap. Reid looked up to see the team had begun discussing the information aloud. Derek was staring straight at him with worry, but Reid ignored it. He attempted to tune into the conversation but was having trouble focusing.

Suddenly, a hand was shaking him awake. He lifted his head to see Derek, alone in the jet. They had landed and, it seemed as though everyone else had already deplaned.

"Wake up kid, time to get off the jet."

"Mmmmh." Was Reid's only response. He wasn't sure he could form a coherent sentence at the moment. His head was swimming and his stomach rolling once more. As he began to stand, he found his knees buckling. Large arms caught him before he could hit the ground. His vision blacked out for a moment, and when he opened his eyes he was on the floor. Reid's brows furrowed in confusion.

"Dd I jst pss 't?" That wasn't the sentence he was going for, but his mouth was so dry that his words seemed to be stuck in his throat.

"Kid what the hell is going on? You look like shit and now you pass out for a few seconds when you stand up? Do you need the hospital, or do we just need to bench you on this one?"

"n-no hsptl. Mm fine."

"Right. You sound great. I'll tell you what kid, you walk with me out to the car and we won't go to the hospital, but if Hotch or I have to carry you again it'll be to an E.R., alright?"

Reid nodded at this. Derek reached down, grabbing the kid's bag and throwing it over his shoulder. Then he offered his hand. Reid sat up slowly, head swimming, but not as horribly as when he previously got up. The two slowly stood, Reid's arm hooked around Derek's shoulder, leaning heavily against the other man. The duo made slow progress but managed to get out of the plane and down the tarmac.

There was only one car present with a worried looking Hotch sitting in the driver's side. The other team must have already headed off to the police station. Derek opened the passenger side and helped Reid into the front seat. He felt a bit more lucid now, though he still felt sick. He was not as nauseated and his vertigo calmed down, though his head and throat still hurt.

"He fainted Hotch." Derek informed the man. Hotch's eyes hardened at Reid, but he decided not to make any commentary.

Hotch helped him get buckled as his clumsy hands were moving slower than normal and the three of them began to drive.

"Reid, if you'd told me you weren't feeling well, I could've given you the day off. You didn't have to come on this case." Hotch stated, a bit of anger and concern seeping through his voice. Reid attempted to clear his throat but begun coughing instead. After a few seconds he managed to catch his breath and turned to Hotch.

"Sorry. I know. I'm okay."

"Clearly you're not, pretty boy." Derek commented from the back. "You passed out on me not ten minutes ago. You need medicine and sleep… and I'm guessing you forgot to eat too so probably some food as well. We can handle the case."

"Guys, I'm fine, you don't need to worry about me-"

"Reid, you're sick. You look awful, you clearly have a fever, and may I remind you that you passed out into Morgan's arms. We're taking you to the hotel and you're going to get at least a little better before we let you into the case. Are we clear?" Hotch quickly glanced at Reid who had on his 'woe is me pretty please' puppy dog eyes. Hotch rolled his eyes at the kid and tried once more. "Spencer, this is an order. You are not to help with the investigation at least until your fever is gone."

Reid pouted but nodded in agreement. After another moment, Hotch broke the silence again.

"You know you probably got sick because of the last case." He turned his head, facing the miserable looking boy. "You looked like a drowned puppy for four straight days and I'm guessing that even though we ordered you to eat and sleep, you probably ignored us. If you took care of yourself, you probably wouldn't be in this situation."

Reid sighed, looking out the window. He was probably right, but how could be sleep or eat when a killer was on the loose?! He just didn't understand how the other agents were able to separate themselves from the case when they were in the midst of it.

The trio made it to the hotel fairly quickly. The town they were in was not very big so, luckily, they weren't that far from the airport, police station, or crime scene. Derek helped Reid get inside as Hotch checked the team into the hotel. When they got to the room Reid was slightly surprised when Derek sat down in the chair beside the bed he'd been laid on.
"What are you doing?" Derek and Hotch shared a look. Reid was surprised when Hotch allowed a small smirk to paint his features before turning to leave.

"Feel better Spencer." He said before exiting the room, leaving Derek with him.

"Derek, what are you-"

"I'm staying with you, dumbass." Derek interrupted, chuckling.

"But the case-"

"Exactly kid. Regardless of how much you try to shut us out we all know you pretty well, and it's clear if we leave you alone in here, you're just going to conduct an investigation alone and probably make yourself sicker." He leaned forwards, smirking a bit. "Now that's not going to happen because I am going to make sure you take care of yourself for at least the next 24 hours. There're two beds in here anyways, we'll just share the room. Get your pajamas on and get some rest, okay? I'll get you a glass of water and maybe something to eat, alright?"
Reid nodded, sulking that they had foiled his plan so easily. He quickly undressed and redressed in the bathroom, splashing some water on his face before exiting. Derek made sure he downed some water before he collapsed back into the bed. They took his temperature and it was hovering around 101. Derek said he'd hopefully find some medicine for the kid to take by the next time he was awake. And just like that Reid was out like a light, exhausted from even the small effort he'd put forth in the last hour.