VOILA! CHAPTER 4! Sorry I haven't updated in so long, I have been busy with exams and I had just a tad of writers block! I finally figured out what's wrong with Reid, but no spoilers! Also I am most probably adding a character but don't worry, she won't be anything but like a witness or something! K so there might not be another update in a while. Sorry for the inconvenience but I have 3 more exams to write and I need to get good grades! Now onto the story! Technically chapter but oh well! *Another disclaimer, I don't own criminal minds or any of the characters.

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The dream started out completely normal, well except for the house made out of books. But what kind of genius doesn't like a house made of books. In his dream, Reid was sitting in a comfy leather chair reading a first edition of Dracula. It was written in Russian but since he was fluent in Russian it didn't seem to bother him. Suddenly the book caught on fire. Shocked he threw it to the ground, but since he had forgotten that his house was made of books, the floor started burning. Quickly he ran out of his little house and was in a whole different place. He was in the bullpen of the BAU. Slowly he walked over to his desk where he found an old book. It was a photo album. He opened it and started flipping through the pages. It was full of pictures of the girls that had been killed. They were numbered in order and when he got to the thirteenth, there was no photo, only a strand of brown hair. All of a sudden the realization of the thirteenth victim came to him, the killer had...

With a gasp Reid shot up in his bed. No lights were on in the room, and he could see Morgan's unconscious form on the bed beside him. As Reid's breathing became normal again, he noticed an uncomfortable feeling. He really needed to use the washroom. He wasn't exactly sure how he was going to make it there without falling over, but for now, he really needed to. Spencer took the covers off of him, and put his legs over the side of the bed. Surprisingly he wasn't all that dizzy. Quietly, so not to wake Morgan, he walked toward the washroom. He made it there without mishap and once inside he "relieved" himself. He was at the sink washing his hands when he looked at himself in the mirror. He gasped, he looked positively terrible. His face was a little gaunt, from not eating, he was pale but was still flushed from his fever and his eyes were glassy. He hadn't seen himself like this since he was going through withdrawals. Shaking off the shock he came to another realization. He was starting to get dizzy again. Spencer noticed he started to sway, he quickly grabbed onto the sink to keep from falling over. Then he felt the thing he dreaded most, a burning sensation in his throat that nauseated him. He threw himself over the toilet just as he started to heave.

Morgan awoke to a light in the washroom. He rolled over to look at Reid's bed and noticed it was empty. He smiled figuring that if Reid was feeling well enough to walk to the washroom he should be getting better. That smile was wiped right off his face when he heard the sounds of retching coming from the washroom. He practically bolted out of bed to help the sick agent. As he got to the bathroom, he heard Reid mutter something under his breath.

"Reid?" Morgan said, pushing the door open. Reid was sitting hunched over the toilet, staring at nothing in particular and drenched in sweat. He was wearing a t-shirt and sweat pants and it looked like they were 2 times too big for him.

"Morgan?" Reid replied, turning his head to see his colleague watching him with concern. Just as Morgan was about to reply, Reid started to gag again, this time though, nothing was coming out of his stomach. He groaned from the feeling of discomfort in his body.

"Here." Morgan thrust a cup of water at him. Spencer looked up wearily and slowly took the cup from him. He took a few small sips and was relieved when nothing came back up.

"What made you think that you would be okay to get up without help? Were you trying to escape or something?" Morgan asked, he was still extremely worried about Reid. The kid just couldn't catch a break.

"Morgan, I can walk you know. And no, I wasn't trying to escape..." Suddenly it came to him, the one thing about the case that had been nagging in the back of his head.

"Well you better not be trying to escape, we need you to get better and get your ass back on this case. Seriously though we should get you..." He was cut off by Reid.

"Just shut up for a second Morgan! Don't you see! ESCAPE! The thirteenth girl was never found because she most likely escaped!" Reid shouted. Morgan just stood there with a shocked look on his face. Although the girl escaping did make sense, why else had they never found her body? If the killer has OCD like they thought then he would never have just kept her or put her in a different burial site.

"You're onto something kid. Sheesh even when you're sick you still figure out things faster than most of us." Morgan muttered, "Should we go wake up Hotch and tell him now or wait until the morning? Hello, Reid? You in there kid?" Morgan asked waving his hand in front of Spencer's face. His eyes were once again glazed and staring at nothing. Spencer's expressionless face turned toward Morgan and he looked as though he couldn't understand what the older man was asking. Just as he was about to say something he put his head back over the toilet and expelled the little amount of water that he drank. Morgan kneeled down and rubbed his back as another bout of dry heaves wracked his body. Once they stopped Morgan got up and went to get Reid another cup of water.

"Wait..." He heard Spencer mumbled. He turned to look back and saw his young friend attempting to get to his feet. He immediately rushed over to Spencer's side to help him.

"Reid, don't push yourself." He muttered as he got the kid to his feet. Reid was swaying, even with the help of Morgan. As they were about to start forward, Reid's knees suddenly buckled, causing Morgan to hold fast onto his friend. A groan was emitted from the barely conscious man Morgan held in his arms.

"Reid?" Morgan cried, frightened as his friend slumped against him. There was an unbearable heat surrounding Reid's body, even Morgan could feel it.

"Shit, man, do we need to get you back to the hospital?" Morgan asked.

"No... I'm okay; just... can you help me back to bed?" Spencer asked, wincing from the discomfort in his body. Morgan noticed that wince and nodded to his sick colleague. He supported mostly all of Reid's weight and carried him back to bed. Once Reid was in the bed, a wave a fatigue crashed over him and he was immediately asleep.

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The next morning when Morgan woke up he immediately went over to check on Reid. He was sleeping curled up on his side and looked flushed. Morgan could see that Reid was shivering under all his blankets but knew that if he gave the kid anymore it was bad. You never give a person with a fever more heat, even if they say they're freezing. Morgan methodically got ready for the day and was getting ready to go eat breakfast when someone knocked on the door.

As always Morgan looked through the peephole first, on the other side of the door stood Hotch and Garcia. He opened the door and let both into the room he shared with Reid.

"How is my baby?" Penelope asked, immediately rushing over to Reid's side.

"I'm not really sure..." Morgan replied as worry glazed over his features.

"What do you mean by that?" Hotch wondered.

"Last night at around 2:30 I found Reid in the washroom; he was hunched over the toilet and had thrown up every bit of nothing in his stomach. His fever had spiked again from what I could tell and it looked like he was having a pretty rough time. But he did figure out something about the case."

"And that would be...?" Hotch questioned.

"He thinks that the 13th girl escaped from the unsubs. It makes sense though, because if one of them has mental disorders, like OCD, why would he just keep her and not dispose of her body in the same way as the others. This victim, the 13th girl, ruined his entire plan." Morgan finished, looking over at Reid who had rolled over and mumbled something. Penelope was beside him and stroking his hair out of his face.

"Even when he's sick..." Hotch mumbled under his breath, shaking his head. Obviously he was extremely impressed with the young genius.

Suddenly amidst the conversing of their case, Hotch's phone rang.

"Hotchner." He answered, on the first ring as usual. There was someone talking on the other line, and taking a while too. He nodded and 'mhmed' a couple times before saying, "Alright, we'll be there soon." Then he promptly hung up the phone.

"Hotch?" Penelope asked quietly, noting the concerned look on her boss's face.

"He took another girl, and left another note too. Dave wants Morgan and me at the station. Penelope you stay here and keep going through the files. Also I want you to look for any hospital cases that match the victims, look for all the injuries they had." Garcia nodded and got up to go get her computer bags to set up her temporary lair.

"Morgan, we should go." Morgan nodded and said a quick good bye to Garcia, before leaving with Hotch.

"Well, Reid, it looks like it's just you and me now." Penelope chirped to Reid as she finished setting up. In response she heard Spencer mutter something under his breath.

"Reid?" She questioned as she got up from the coffee table and walked over to him. Once at his side she heard him mutter, "I don't want it." Her heart sank; she knew where his dreams were at the moment, a place that neither of them liked. She started shaking his shoulder to try and wake him up.

"Reid, come one, wake up!" She shook him a little harder and his eyes flew open. In a flash he was sitting up in bed and had pushed Garcia to the ground.

"NO!" He yelled. Then the realization of where he was hit him like a freight train. He spun his head around and saw Garcia picking herself up off of the floor.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry Garcia, I was dreaming and I thought, I thought..." he trailed off, uncertain of what to say.

"It's okay sweet cheeks, I know what you thought, and I'm okay, no need to fret." She mumbled while dusting herself off.

"Now, do you need anything?" She asked. He thought for a moment, the room was barely tilting, he wasn't all that light headed, the nausea had seemed to pass and his headache had lessened.

"Water and maybe some sort of food that won't get me sick to my stomach?" He asked. She smiled at his request, noticing that he did indeed look a tad better. But what Morgan said about what happened to him the night before still bothered her. It could just be the calm before the storm, she thought to herself as she went into the mini kitchen the team had stocked, to look for something Reid could eat.

"Oh and Garcia?" She turned to face Reid; he was sitting up and smiling sheepishly.

"Yeah?"

"Do you think you could get me my book from my bag?" He asked. She laughed under her breath as she went to go get his bag and his book, all the while hoping that Reid would get better.

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