K so sorry I haven't updated in so long. But I have some great news! I am practically done school so that means I can start writing like a mad woman! A few more weeks yay! Anyhoo, This chapter contains some drug references; I warn you now, weelllll technically so did chapter 1 but that was like the pilot. Also once I am finished this story I'm thinking about writing a Reid on drugs story, yes no maybe so? You never know! OH and there's swearing and mentions of rape, but its only stuff you would have heard on the show anyhow! ONTO THE CHAPTER!

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It was starting to get disorienting. Spencer just could not remember how he got back to the hotel and into the bed. He couldn't even remember what the doctor said, something about the flu maybe? But that couldn't be right, his symptoms may be like the flu but they were far too harsh. Spencer tried to search his brain for what he could have, although he kept coming up blank. Soon his feverish mind was too tired to even try to think and he fell back to sleep once again.

Morgan watched as Spencer tossed in his sleep restlessly. He would mutter a few words every now and then but would never wake up. Morgan shook his head as he tried to return to his work. The kid was going to be fine, he knew that but Reid was always getting into situations like this. The first really bad one was in Georgia when he was kidnapped by Tobias Hankle. Tortured and drugged for 2 days before the team finally he found him. That was the worst one, the one that lasted the longest time to get over. Sure Reid was infected with anthrax and was shot, but emotionally the Georgia case was the most taxing. The team wasn't ever sure or not, but they had guessed Reid was shooting up with Dilaudid. He had been an emotional wreck for weeks and treated the team like dirt. When he talked to Gideon things seemed to get better, but worse for Spencer. He would come to work looking like he hadn't slept at all, he would run off to the washroom at odd times and he never ate. They all just thought that maybe he came down with the flu; no one wanted to say maybe he was going through withdrawals. They knew somewhere in the back of their heads that Reid had a serious drug problem, they just didn't want to admit it.

A soft knock at the door brought Morgan out of his thoughts. He put down the file he was reading over and went to open the door. He took a quick look through the peep hole and unlocked and opened the door to let Hotch in.

As always Hotch briskly walked into the room, a business like swagger to his step. His face held barely any emotion, as usual, but you could see concern lying in the depths of his eyes.

"How is he?" Hotch asked as he went to sit down in the chair Morgan had recently occupied.

"The same, he's been having a few nightmares every now and then but he never wakes up." Morgan answered as he gathered up his things. They were all taking care of Reid, but every now and then one agent would switch out with another one. Morgan had switched with Penelope and Hotch was now switching with Hotch.

"That's good, well for what he's going through right now." Hotch muttered looking at his younger colleague as Reid rolled over and mumbled quietly, still not waking up.

"I still think that Doctor's assumptions were wrong. Reid is way too sick to have a cold. Seriously though, there was something off about that doctor, as we were leaving I saw him arguing with someone over the phone. It didn't look like a business call." Morgan ranted.

"You're just worried about Reid. I agree with you about the assumption but you were just looking for the evil in a harmless man who just couldn't help your good friend." Hotch reasoned.

"I guess you're right, you got everything covered here?"

"Yeah, go on, the team needs your help right now." Hotch replied. With that Morgan left and Hotch went over the new notes.

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At around 6 pm Hotch received a phone call from an angry Morgan.

"Hotchner." Hotch answered.

"He kidnapped another girl and left a note for us." Morgan said in a no nonsense tone.

"A note? What did it say?" He asked, raising from his chair and walking out onto the balcony that was adjacent to the room. He didn't want Reid waking up, the kid needed his rest.

"It said: '1 down, 12 to go. Your team cannot win, especially when a very valued member is rendered useless. I hope he gets better, wish him well for me. Love Mr. 13.' That son of a bitch is taunting us." Morgan growled.

"You're right; the question we need to figure out is why. Why did he send us this note, why did he take another girl after all these years, why he never got caught...?" Hotch questioned, thinking of the answers himself. It was hard though, the original case file didn't have much for them to go on. All of the bodies of the first 13 girls were recovered except for number 13. They didn't have any idea what this unsub was doing.

In the room while Hotch was on the phone with Morgan, Reid started to stir in his sleep. He slowly opened his eyes and looked around for whoever was babysitting him. He may have been passed out most of the day but he knew the team would be watching over him no matter what. His throat was extremely dry and sore, he looked to the bedside table for some water but the lamp on the table was on, blinding him with pain from his ever present headache. Spencer shielded his eyes and rolled onto his side facing the opposite direction. His entire body was in pain, he was freezing yet his skin felt like it was burned, his throat hurt, he felt nauseated and he was fatigued.

Suddenly he heard Hotch talking to someone outside. It sounded like it was about the case, and Hotch sounded weary, something bad must have happened Reid figured.

"You think there are two unsubs?" he heard Hotch ask. Whoever was on the phone replied to him and took a while too.

"But why would they take another girl Morgan? If they wanted to be sure of their freedom they wouldn't have done that." So it was Morgan he was talking to.

"That makes sense. He's a showman, he wants people to know it's him and be afraid. Then the partner is most likely someone with a mental health problem just following along for the fun. That probably means that the partner has killed other people that Mr. 13, as he likes to call himself, hadn't been involved with." Hotch stopped talking and was listening again.

Reid started to sit up in bed, his mind racing. There was obviously two unsubs, which is why the girls that were taken seemed like they were killed with two different . The drugs were a signature of one of them and the branding was the signature of the other. The rape was probably a signature too. Spencer threw off the covers and tried to stand up. He could see Hotch on the balcony, deep into conversation with Morgan. The room was tilting at odd angles as he unsteadily got to his feet. Hotch had left his case file on the chair that was across from the bed. Reid needed to see that case file; it had the new notes in it. Reid felt extremely light headed and dizzy, once again he thought about how the doctor might be wrong about his condition. He threw aside that thought and started to unsteadily make his way over to the vacated chair. He held onto the bed for support, slowly shuffling all the while trying to stay upright. There was a large gap between the chair and the bed, Reid eyed the space wearily. He really didn't want to pass out, but he had to check if he was right about the pattern forming in his head.

Outside Hotch was completely oblivious to what Spencer was doing. He was too busy focusing on what Morgan was saying about the case.

"Alright Morgan, call Garcia and tell her to search up all old abuse cases that are similar, tell her to go back at least 13 years." Hotch ordered. Morgan acknowledged and hung up.

Suddenly there was a thump from the room. Hotch whipped around, hand instinctively going for his gun. What he saw was not trouble, but was Reid lying on the ground with the case file in front of him. The contents had spilled out onto the floor. Reid was trying unsuccessfully to clean up the mess he made all the while reading every word he saw.

Spencer was reading through the folder a thoroughly as he could while trying to pick up all the papers that scattered across the floor when he fell. He had almost made it to the chair when the dizziness took over him and he found himself on the ground. Suddenly a hand reached down to pick up the piece of paper he was reaching for.

"Reid, are you okay?" Hotch asked him. Slowly Reid turned his head toward Hotch and peered up at him.

"You said there was two unsubs. It makes sense, I mean, there was always two different signatures which is why the pattern wasn't working in my head. It was stupid of me to not think of this earlier, so stupid, I'm sorry Hotch. I mean you guys rely on me for all those statistics and smart stuff and all the stuff I know and..." Spencer rambled on not even thinking of what he was saying. The slow and short stumble toward the case file had worn him out profusely.

"Shhh Reid it's okay. Why don't we get you back to bed?" Hotch asked. Reid nodded and Hotch bent down to help him to his feet. Once standing, the two agents made their way over to the bed. Spencer collapsed onto the bed once they reached it.

"Do you need anything?" Reid thought for a moment, and then he remembered the fact that he had a fever and should probably drink some water.

"Water would be good." He mumbled. Hotch quickly walked over to the mini fridge and grabbed a bottle of water for the younger agent. Handing the bottle off to Reid, he got a quick thank you before the water was chugged. Obviously Spencer hadn't gotten a lot of water throughout the day.

"Are you feeling any better?" Hotch questioned.

"Not really, my skin feels like its sunburnt and my head hurts like crazy. But the nausea is gone, well for now." Reid replied slumping back into the bed. He was starting to feel extremely tired again. He quickly glanced over at the clock; it was 7:13, the time that the first body showed up 13 years ago. Reid felt that he was missing something about the case, something important, but as his mind wandered he fell back to sleep.

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YAY Chapter 3! Ain't it a beauty? K I'm thinking of adding my own character, she would only be a helpful chick, or she can be more? Give me your thoughts! Also I might have to make up a disease for Reid, every time I look up his symptoms it comes up as withdrawal or a brain aneurism! Hell no! K so feedback is appreciated!