Chapter 5! I'm not sure if I like it or not though. Anyway, reid and enjoy!

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She woke up early that morning. Usually she slept in until about 11 o'clock, but today she felt as though she absolutely needed to get out of bed. First thing she did was turn on her coffee machine, she quickly noticed that he shoulder was still in an enormous amount of pain. Shrugging it off she went to get the morning paper. Living in Maine, she knew that it would always be stuck in the bushes, thanks to the terrible aim of the paper boy. She tugged it out of the bush with her right arm careful not to move her left too much. She carried it back into the house and got her coffee. As she walked into the small sunroom she glanced at the front page of the paper. Gasping she dropped her mug and the paper fell too. The cup smashed and stained the front page of the paper, it said:
"13 SPREE KILLER BACK AGAIN"

She started shaking and tears leaked out of the corners of her eyes. Her worst nightmare had come back to haunt her.

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Since Reid said he was feeling well enough to eat something, Garcia went to the little kitchenette and made him some toast and butter. Anything extremely bland is always what's best for someone with a stomach bug. She hummed to herself while making the meal and occasionally glanced at Reid. Ever since she first saw him read, the awe of it never seemed to wear off. The way he would scan through a page almost at a supersonic speed was always incredible to watch. 'It's good that he's getting better' she thought to herself as she finished making Spencer his toast. She had already eaten breakfast with Hotch and the rest of the team; they had a delicious meal in the hotel restaurant. For obvious reasons that would not be helpful for Reid if he ate what they had.

"Hey Reid." Garcia called, causing Spencer to look up from his book.

"Yeah?" He replied.

"Breakfast is made! I hope you enjoy it, and not puke it up immediately after you've eaten it." She chirped brightly. He chuckled ever so slightly as she brought the toast and a glass of water over to his bed on a tray.

"This is kind of weird." He said nervously. Garcia plunked the tray down into his lap and sat at the end of the bed.

"What is?" She asked.

"Well, having someone take care of me, I guess. You know about my childhood. It wasn't what I'd call an ideal upbringing. My mother, being a paranoid schizophrenic, couldn't exactly take care of me. So whenever I was sick, I don't think she really even noticed." He mumbled as he ate a few bites of the toast.

"Oh Reid." Garcia cried, "That's terrible, well it's a good thing I'm here to take care of you now!" Reid smiled but it was hidden when he took a swig of the water.

"Thanks Garcia." He again mumbled through another bite of toast.

"No problem, and now I have to get to work, and you should get some more rest, you still look terrible." She set off to go to her makeshift computer lair. Reid ran a hand though his hair, it felt greasy and so did he. He decided maybe that it was time for a shower. He told Garcia and made his way over to the washroom and he felt no light-headedness or dizziness. As he undressed to get into the shower he found himself, once again, thinking about his revelation within the case. Then he got thinking about something else. The real reason that the unsubs had taken the two new girls. He quickly finished up in the shower and stepped out feeling clean and refreshed. He got dressed in the washroom, thankfully he remembered to bring his clothes. He ran his fingers through his hair, knowing that since it's short it will just go the way he wanted. He practically ran out of the washroom to tell Garcia.

"Garcia! We need to go to the police station, now!" He exclaimed, causing her to whip her head up.

"What? NO! Reid, you're sick, and I really don't think that making a little expedition to the police station will help you right now." She said getting up and making her way over to him. She reached up and put her hand on his forehead.

"You still have a fever, you're not going anywhere mister." She told him.

"You don't understand, this is about the case. I need to see what everyone has and I need to know if what I'm thinking is correct!" He shouted, his hands moving just as fast as his words. Garcia thought for a minute.

"You feel fine?" she asked.

"Yes."

"Okay, we'll go but only for an hour at the max. You will sit most of the time and if I see you looking worse than you already do were going to come straight back here, no buts. Got it?" She asked. He nodded and grabbed his coat. She sighed internally; he was too much of a workaholic to be that young. She grabbed her keys and then they made their way to the SUV parked in the garage. While Garcia drove Reid talked nonstop about what he had figured out, He talked about all the different scenarios and all the different methods between the two unsubs. Garcia could barely comprehend half of it.

By the time they arrived at the police station Reid had practically profiled both unsubs. They quickly jumped out of the vehicle and went into the station. It looked like every other station they had been to. There was a conference room set aside for the BAU and Reid could see his team members inside talking. He motioned for Garcia to follow him and they were making their way to the room when a young officer stopped them.

"Excuse me, who are you?" The young man asked them.

"You met me yesterday? My name is Penelope Garcia." She said stepping beside Reid.

"Yes, I know who you are, but who's the pale guy?" He asked.

"My name is Dr. Spencer Reid; I'm a part of the BAU team. Now if you don't mind I have important information about the case and I would like to talk to my team members about it." Reid spat at the officer and the promptly walked around him toward the room his team occupied. He slightly stumbled when he was about to walk into the room but caught himself. Garcia gave him a look and he shrugged it off and kept going. As he opened the door he felt a little dizziness sweep over him, but he disregarded it completely, he needed to give his team the info.

"Reid! What are you doing here?" Morgan asked, immediately getting up and making Spencer sit down in one of the unoccupied chairs.

"Garcia, you better have a good reason for this." Hotch commanded.

"Sir, have you ever tried to argue with him?" She asked. He looked at her for a minute then turned his attention to Reid, there was something wrong. He immediately knew it just by looking at the kid's face, it showed discomfort.

"Okay, so why are you here?" Rossi questioned, looking at the sick agent for answers.

"I think I know why the unsubs have been kidnapping girls again." He announced.

"Well he's obviously kidnapping them for the same reason he kidnapped the others, he's or they are completely psychotic." Ashley commented, holding up the note.

"Let me see that." Reid muttered as he reached over the table to get it. On the note it said. "It's me again; well of course you know that. I hope that your team mate feels better; it would be a shame if he couldn't play with us. I would just like you to know that the girls I took are great, drugged, raped and begging for release just like the last batch. Please wish your colleague well for me. Love Mr. 13." Reid read it in less than a second but he still read it over a few more times. The unsub was referring to two people than to one.

"He wants her back." Reid muttered under his breath.

"What did you say Reid?" Hotch asked.

"He wants her back, the 13th girl, the one who escaped. He has to finish what he started. The profile suggests one of them has OCD right? And the other is a perfectionist. They need whoever this girl is, dead." Reid finished, getting up and walking over to inspect the board.

"He's right." Rossi decided.

"We need to find out who this girl was, and we need to find her." Hotch emphasized, "Garcia, I need you to look even harder than you already have. Morgan, you and Rossi will go onto the streets, see if you can find anyone who can identify someone like our profile, the unsubs need to be getting their drugs from somewhere. Finally Seaver, you and I will be going to the dumpsite to re-evaluate the unsubs. Reid, you need to go back to the hotel and get some rest." Hotch ordered. Unfortunately Reid didn't hear him. He was too busy fighting off the wave of dizziness and nausea that had suddenly washed over him. There was a small desk near the white board he was looking at and he was gripping it so hard his knuckles were turning white.

"Reid! Did you hear what I just said?" Hotch questioned. Suddenly the headache that Spencer wished would leave him alone came rushing back. The pounding in his skull intensified the dizziness and before he knew it he was falling. He hit the ground with a thump and a pained moan slipped through his gritted teeth.

"Oh my god! Reid!" Garcia gasped. She rushed behind Morgan who had gotten out of his seat as soon as he saw the kid fall. Hotch who was closest to him fell to his knees and rolled Reid onto his back. Morgan quickly arrived on the other side of Spencer with Penelope standing beside him. Rossi jogged over and stood behind Hotch, cell phone at the ready to call 911.

"Hotch, should I call an ambulance?" Rossi wondered, Spencer moaned again from his position on the floor.

"Yes." He answered but at the same time Reid moaned the word no.

"You need to go to the hospital kid." Morgan soothed as Reid whimpered from the agonizing pain in his head.

"I, I, I don't need it... Th-the headaches... Happen a-all the t-time." He stuttered. As he grabbed his head with both hands and wished he hadn't eaten that toast.

"G-guys, I'm gonna be s-sick." Spencer slurred and he felt his stomach flip. Seaver rushed and grabbed the garbage bin from behind her and ran toward Spencer. She placed it in front of him and together Hotch and Morgan helped him into a sitting position. Once he was sitting he threw up the toast he had eaten. Once he stopped he looked around at the worried faces of his team. He was about to say something but he threw up again.

"It's okay Reid." Hotch whispered as he rubbed circles on Reid's back, trying to help calm him. He would do that to Jack every time he got sick. Suddenly the Chief Officer came into the room.

"What's going on here?" She asked. Hotch looked at Rossi and he got the massage. He made his way over to her and explained to her what was going on as he led her out of the room and closed the door. Reid was finished vomiting everything he had ate and was starting to feel extremely tired.

"He needs to get back to the hotel, Garcia?" Morgan said. She nodded.

"I'll go pull the SUV up, and I will get as close to the doors as possible.

"I'm going to go find Rossi and tell him what's going on." Seaver muttered, feeling completely out of place.

With Hotch on his left and Morgan on his right, Reid was hoisted off the floor. As soon as he was standing his knees buckled. Thankfully the two agents had a good hold on Spencer or he would have crumpled to the floor.

"Come on kid, it's time to get you back to your nice comfy hotel bed." Morgan told Reid quietly. The younger man barely acknowledged that he was being talked to as he was all but dragged out of the police station. A few officers gave the threesome funny looks but all the agents cared about was their sick friend. As promised Garcia got as close as she could, and it only took them a few steps to get Reid to the car. It had started to rain so they made their way there as quickly as they could. Once Reid was all strapped in he passed out completely.

"Morgan, go with Garcia, she'll need your help getting him into the hotel." He nodded and hopped into the passenger seat. As they drove away from the station the sinking feeling that Reid was sicker than the doctor said passed through Hotch. He couldn't help but wonder if maybe the doctor was wrong.

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So there's chapter 5, and I must say that came out faster than I had anticipated. So I may need some feedback on this also opinions. Especially because I need to know if I should make Reid sicker or keep him like this. I would really appreciate some thoughts. Thanks for reading!