"I can't believe we were gone for so long." Reid complained when they finally walked into the bullpen at ten that night. He tugged on his tie to loosen it some.

"Yeah, I'm not sure Clooney will still recognize me." Morgan replied. "Hey Pretty Boy, how are you getting home?"

He pushed his hair behind his ear again hoping it would stay and sighed, "At the speed I am moving, I'll probably miss the last train and end up taking a cab."

Morgan walked over and picked up Reid's bag in his other hand, "Come on, I'll give you a ride."

"Morgan," Reid whined. "You don't have to do that. Now give me back my bag."

"Shut up and get your skinny white ass in the elevator or I'll take your bag home and leave you."

"Fine, fine. I'm coming." He slid into the elevator before the doors could close. "So what's your thing about my ass now?"

Morgan looked at him in shock. Then he saw the edges of Reid's mouth start turning up. "Now you think you're a wise ass, too."

Reid couldn't hold the laughter in any longer and pried his bag from his friend's fingers. "Give me that. You're too tired to carry it."

"How many books did you bring this time?"

"Not many." The young man hung his head so that his hair would fall across his face. It was really heavy and he felt like he would fall over but he didn't want to seem like less of a man by letting Morgan carry it for him.

"Here." Morgan reached over and added his hand to the handle. "We can both carry it." They left the elevator and trudged over to the car.

***

He felt a light pressure on his shoulder and tried to push it off. Then he heard Morgan's amused voice. "Sorry, kid but I'm not carrying you and your luggage upstairs."

Spencer brought a hand up and rubbed at his eyes being careful not to dislodge a contact. "Uh, sorry. Guess I fell asleep."

"Ya think?"

He fumbled with the seat belt and caught sight of Morgan reaching for his door handle. "No, it's okay. I can get my own bag. You're just as tired as I am and you still have to drive home." Spencer climbed from the car and barely lifted his bag out of the back seat.

"You sure you're not going to fall over with that thing."

"Yeah, yeah. I've got it." He waved good-bye and slowly made his way inside.

Spencer fumbled with the keys for a good three minutes before getting the door unlocked. As soon as he turned the knob, William stepped out of the shadows and pushed him through the door before turning and locking it back. He slid up behind his son wrapping his arms around the slender waist. "We have two whole days to spend together."

"I-I have to go into w-work tomorrow." Reid stammered.

"That's okay. We have tonight still and I'll be here when you get home."

***

Reid wore as many articles of clothing as he could into work: a white t-shirt, tan dress shirt, dark brown sweater vest, and a light brown cardigan. He really wished he could wear two pair of pants without it looking funny. But the layers still did not keep his hands from shaking all day. The young man only prayed that his hand writing was legible enough to pass.

The bubbly tech analyst came into the bullpen, "TGIF! Ladies and Gents. Anyone up for dinner and dancing tonight?"

"I am." Reid was the first to reply.

Six pairs of eyes practically popped out of their sockets. "Where's the real Reid?" Emily asked.

"Well, this is a first. Count me in. I want to see how this ends." JJ called from the catwalk by Rossi's and Hotch's offices.

"What do you say, Dave? I'm with JJ on wanting to see this." Hotch retorted.

"Well, I don't want to be left out of the gossip after this night." He rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Where are we meeting?"

"Pen?" Morgan asked.

"Oh, sorry, sorry. Just a little flustered there. I had all of my conniving reasons for dragging him along. He broke script and I lost my place." She twirled a pink feather pen between her fingers for a moment, "Mallory's okay with everyone?"

A chorus of, "Yes," went around the room.

"See everyone in an hour then. I'll be done in about ten minutes so I'll head over and get us a table." The perky blonde practically skipped out of the room.

Morgan leaned over and put his hand on Reid's forehead.

"Stop it, Morgan." Spencer batted the hand away only flinching slightly.

"Any sign of illness?" Hotch asked from the catwalk.

"Nope."

Spencer sent a threatening glare towards his boss.

***

The meal was a little subdued but everyone thought that they would lighten up when they went dancing.

Spencer's phone chirped at him and he glanced at the caller id before answering and quickly getting up from his chair to move to somewhere more private. "I'm having dinner with the team. I'll be home later." He swallowed a few times. "N-no. You won't need to do that. I-I'll be right home." The frightened young man took a moment to collect himself and then pulled out his wallet on his way back to the table.

He threw down enough money to cover his meal and tip, "Sorry, I have to go." Spencer mumbled.

Morgan followed him out the doors, "Is everything okay, Reid?"

"Yeah, I just have something I have to do." He could not take any more of his friend's questions and rushed towards the subway entrance.

***

Thirty minutes later, Spencer turned the knob to his apartment and stepped in.

"You're home." William said cheerfully and wrapped his son in his arms. He kissed the side of Spencer's neck. "We are going to have a wonderful time tonight and we can stay in bed all day tomorrow." He lifted the messenger bag over Spencer's head and began removing his coat. "Let me help you get more comfortable."