Hey, everyone. Here is the next chapter for you all. I hope you enjoy this chapter. I think you'll like this chapter as it features different characters and their own struggles. Just to clarify, the end part of this got done because I've always found Morgan's struggle with his beliefs interesting. Especially after all the trials of life that he's gone through. I'm personally an atheist but I respect others who are religious. I studied religion and all the different types of religions. I'm aware of different traditions. My choice is because of personal experiences. Enjoy and I look forward to hearing from you.

Also, I had an idea come into my head today for a fanfic. I wondered if any one would be interested in reading a story where Reid became the target of an unsub who kills you when you are dreaming. The team have to keep him awake to keep him alive. When he does sleep, he has to try to escape from the man hunting him. Let me know.

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Hotch walked down the hospital corridor with a three bags, all full of snacks, games, clothes and other things that Garcia had sent for Reid. Rossi had kept Reid company since the morning and now, it was his turn. He hated that he had not been able to see Reid before now. The directors had demanded a full briefing and at last, he had completed all the paperwork that they had asked for. He opened the hospital door but immediately dropped the bags.

"Reid," he panicked as he found him on the floor. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, just lost my balance. My legs aren't being friendly to me," he smiled gently. "I just wanted to go to the bathroom."

Hotch gently put his arm around Reid's waist and brought him up from the floor. Guiding him to the bathroom, Hotch noticed the tremor that came through Reid's body. Grabbing the blue bar, Reid managed his way over to the toilet. Hotch closed the door to give him privacy. After a few minutes, his name got called. Taking his arm, Hotch led him back to the bed.

"Why are you shaking, Reid? Where is Rossi?"

"I'm just a little cold and with my muscles so weak, I'm not feeling too great. I think a kitten could beat me in a fight now. Rossi is getting something to eat. I sent him to get something when his rumbling stomach became the loudest thing in the room."

"You just need to build your body back up. The virus did a lot of damage in a short amount of time but we can get you back to normal with some time. Something you're going to have plenty of, you're on medical leave till you are fit for work again."

"Hotch, I'm missing a kidney, my lungs are weaker than before and I can't hear without these hearing aids. The doctor who examined my ears explained that I would need hearing aids for the rest of my life. The virus did too much damage."

"Wearing hearing aids isn't the end of the world," Hotch said as he helped Reid back into the bed. "Oh, Garcia sent something that I think will help with the cold."

Digging through the bags, he pulled out a purple bundle with a pink bow around it. He unwrapped the bow and walked over to the bed.

"What is that?" Spencer laughed as Hotch brought out the purple bundle.

"It's a snuggie," Hotch explained, he took Reid's arms and brought them into the sleeves. He sat down after making sure the snuggie reach under Reid's chin. "Do you feel warmer?"

"Starting too," Reid grinned as he brought the snuggie over his cold hands.

"I'm sorry for not being here much, Reid, I've had the directors wanting answers and a full briefing. Other agencies also want debriefing and the cases are beginning to pile up."

"Then you should start solving them again."

"The team won't work properly with you in hospital," he sighed. "I can't have them unfocused out in the field."

"When you collapsed and got rushed to the hospital, what did we do?"

"You all worked the case and saved that girl," Hotch said.

"Precisely, we know that the job must always come first. The team will work like they always do," he assured him. "I love the company but I know you could all be spending your time solving cases and helping people instead of sitting with me. Besides, I sleep most of the time and I know you're all running out of magazines to read. Everyday that you all stay here is another day that an unsub walks free to do what he wants. Emily can keep me company if she wants to, she's here for the next few weeks."

"I'll talk to the team and I'll talk to Emily."

Hotch knew that Reid was right. They couldn't stop solving cases because one of them was ill. The unsubs didn't stop, and neither could they if they had any hope of keeping the world a good place.

They both looked up as the door opened, Rossi came in with two styrofoam containers and a cup of coffee.

"We knew it was you," Hotch smirked. "We could hear your grumbling stomach."

Reid began to laugh on the bed, after a moment, he had to use the sleeve of the snuggie to wipe his cheeks as a small tear caused by laughter came down.

A few days later

Blake came into the room and found Emily sitting next to the bed. She had stayed behind while the rest of the team had left on a new case. Hotch wanted someone to help Emily at the hospital. She smiled at how protective Hotch was being.

"Hello, Emily," she greeted. She liked Emily and had come to know her well during the two weeks that Reid had slept.

"Hey," Emily smiled. Blake came over to the bed and noticed an abundance of plush toys, teddy bears and books around Reid.

"Garcia certainly knows how to make somewhere feel like home."

"She's not a hospital person," Emily said. "She likes being surrounded by colourful things. When one of us is ill or hurt, she does the same thing to us although she goes the extra mile when it comes to Reid."

"Is it true about his hearing?"

"It is," Emily sighed sadly. "He'll need the hearing aids for the rest of his life. They're going to give him ones better suited to his needs in a few days. They performed a test on his heart and for the time being, he has to stay away from strenuous activity. Not only to protect his heart but to protect his lungs too. He had to used the inhaler again yesterday when he tried to push himself to far. It scares me when I see him wheezing and struggling to breathe. His muscles will get stronger after some time, the doctors are setting up a physical therapy regime for him."

"That virus did so much damage in such a short amount of time."

"It almost killed him."

"I can't imagine the world without Spencer and his daily facts," Alex mused as she took a seat.

"Do you know that he times how long it takes us to read an article?"

"No, I didn't."

"He's also not shy about revealing our birthdays. I'm not in a rush to have the whole BAU discover my age," Emily chuckled.

"October 12th 1970," Reid mumbled as he came out his light sleep.

"I rest my case," Emily shook her head with a smile.

A knock at the door filled the room. "Come in," Blake called.

The door opened and a man walked in. "My name is Stephen Gideon, I'm here to talk to Spencer."

Morgan sat on the jet, they had already been briefed on the case but it would take at least another hour for them to reach their destination. He slipped out a book from his bag and smiled at the cover.

"What do you have there?" JJ asked as she came and took a seat across from him.

"Empty Planet," he said, showing her the cover. "After everything, I decided to start reading it. It's one of Reid's favourite books."

"By the wear and tear on the cover, I assume it also belongs to Reid."

"Don't tell him I borrowed it."

"Your secret is safe with me."

JJ noticed that he had a small chain around his neck, the end of it hidden beneath his t-shirt. "I haven't seen you wear that before."

"Oh this, it's nothing."

"Morgan, what is it?"

Bringing the chain out from under his shirt, he showed it to her. It was a silver cross. "Are you starting to believe again?" she asked.

"I've seen a lot of things during my time with the BAU. I've seen men do horrific things and I've had my beliefs shaken to the core by events that have happened to us. When Reid started coughing up blood and couldn't breathe, I did something. As the doctor put a tube down his throat, I prayed and pleaded. I begged God not to take him away, I said that we needed him and he needed us, I asked him to spare him. When his heart stopped later on, I watched him die. For that small amount of time, he died and I thought I would have to carry his coffin. Then, his heart started beating again and he came back. I choose to believe that God listened that day and gave Reid the strength to come back."

Morgan put the cross inside his shirt again. "All I know is that my best friend is alive because he's meant for so much more."

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