K so I haven't updated in forever due to an extreme case of writers block! Terribly sorry to all the people who read this story! But I finally motivated myself enough to get this show back on the road. Hope you all enjoy...

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Morgan and Garcia were sitting in two very different positions. Morgan was sitting on his bed across from Reid, his legs over the side and his elbows resting on his knees. Garcia was curled up on the chair at the end of Reid's bed. She had her arms around her middle as if to keep herself together. They both hadn't spoken since they had gotten back from the station. They had returned at 3:46pm exactly, it took them about 10 minutes to get Reid from the SUV to his hotel room and he had been sleeping for 2 hours. So that made the time 5:46 or so. They hadn't talked, afraid to say anything that would have them thinking of 'what if' situations. So there they sat, just waiting for something terrible to happen.

Suddenly the door opened, Garcia jumped and Morgan whipped his head around. Hotch and Rossi walked into the room. Both Morgan and Garcia let out the breath they'd been holding.

"How is he?" Hotch asked as he cast a worried glance at the all too still young agent.

"He hasn't woken up, hasn't mumbled, hasn't snored, he hasn't even moved! It's like he's in a coma!" Garcia cried. She couldn't help but notice that everyone else in the room visibly flinched at her words.

"I still say we should get him back to the hospital. The symptoms he has, they're not flu symptoms." Rossi said.

"I agree with you man, the doctor obviously got it wrong." Morgan grumbled.

"But Reid said he didn't need to go back to the hospital, that he just needed sleep." Hotch disagreed.

"Oh come on Hotch. Reid always downplays things; I can name so many instances. His headaches for one, how much the Hankel case got to him, and so much more. You know just as well as I do not to trust him when he says 'I'm fine' it's always a lie." Morgan practically shouted. Hotch and Rossi silently agreed while Garcia was furiously nodding her head.

Unfortunately unknown to them, Reid was having a nightmare. Although his body didn't show it, he was struggling in his mind to break free. In his dream there was no light, everything and everywhere was pitch black. His whole body was bound by something, he couldn't move. He was gagged and couldn't make a sound. But he could still hear. Sadly he didn't want to; he could hear the screams of pain as someone was tortured. He could hear the creepy echoing footsteps that were circling him. But worst of all he could hear the voices talking around him. They sounded like they were diagnosing him. He kept hearing the word schizophrenia being mentioned repeatedly. He tried to scream, he tried to get away but he couldn't, nothing happened every single time.

As the team argued, in Reid's nightmare his bindings had come loose, giving him motion. He rolled over in his bed; the team still hadn't noticed anything. Since, in the nightmare, his bindings were loose he reached up and pulled the gag out of his mouth. That gave him the power to speak, which in a way was bad.

"NO!" Reid shouted. The rest of the team whipped around to see him rolling restlessly. Immediately Garcia rushed to his side, only to be pulled back by Morgan when Reid punched the air.

"Leave me alone! I'm not crazy! I'm not!" He yelled. Morgan grabbed his arms and pinned them down, while Hotch calmly tried to wake Spencer up.

"Reid! Wake up, it's a dream, it's just a dream!" He exclaimed. Although the way they were going about trying to wake him up was rather harsh, it worked. Reid's eyes flew open and he gasped. Morgan immediately released his arms. He sat up in a flash; his breathing was heavy and ragged.

"Reid...?" Garcia murmured slowly inching her way back toward him. She didn't get very far before he scrambled out of the bed and rushed to the washroom. He left the door ajar and immediately went to the toilet to throw up everything he had left in his stomach. It didn't stop at that though; he couldn't force the nausea he felt to go away. Dry heaves wracked his thin frame and he could hear voices trying to soothe him, but they were pretty much blocked out by the ringing in his ears.

The team watched as Reid tried to gain control over his stomach. The dry heaving was taking a toll on him and they started hearing whimpers of pain slip through his lips. Morgan kneeled down beside him and started to talk to him, trying to get him to focus on something else other than the pain in his stomach. It was barely helping him. He started to sway and the shaking throughout his body immediately became worse. He had stopped dry heaving for the moment but his entire body was in pain.

"Reid, look at me." Morgan commanded. He hadn't responded at all. Morgan cast a fleeting glance at Hotch, Rossi and Garcia standing in the doorway.

"Rossi, Garcia, I want you two to go pull the SUV around to the front of the hotel. Morgan and I will help Reid down to you and we'll take him back to the hospital." Hotch ordered and immediately the others did as they were told. Just as Morgan was about to help Reid up his body stopped supporting him and he fell. Thankfully Morgan caught him before he hit his head on the tiles.

"Hotch, why don't we just call an ambulance?"Morgan grunted as He and Hotch hoisted Reid off the ground.

"First of all, Reid hates ambulances and second of all I want to keep a close eye on him." Hotch replied.

"So you don't think he'll be safe with someone who actually practices medicine?"

"No." He quickly answered. They trio had reached the elevators and were now just stepping inside. As the metal box started moving Reid moaned. The change of altitude, no matter how little, had affected him greatly. It brought with it a new wave of pain into his already pounding head.

"We're taking you back to the hospital, man." Morgan murmured to his sick friend then turned to Hotch, "So what, Hotch? Do you think that foul play was involved in the kid's illness?"

"Yes." They got out of the elevator and made their way to the front doors of the hotel where Rossi and Garcia waited with the SUV.

"Yeah, the one who said Reid was 'fine'..." Morgan sarcastically replied.

"Yes, well Garcia did some digging and it turns out his son was put in a mental facility for extreme OCD and paranoid schizophrenia." Hotch said, "He was found guilty to the murder of a young man who was just walking by him on the street."

"He fits the profile but he's in a home and doesn't have the same signature." Morgan muttered as they dragged Reid through the open hotel doors.

"The son, Terrance Michaels, killed the young man on 113th avenue and he had a military watch. The time he killed the man, in military times, was 13:13. Not to mention that he has been out of the sanatorium for a year." Hotch said. Morgan's eyes widened, they had just found one of the killers and his father was protecting him.

Finally they had reached the SUV parked out front. Together Hotch and Morgan hoisted Reid in and sat on either side of him.

"Hotch? Why aren't we calling an ambulance?" Garcia asked as she sped away from the hotel and turned on their lights and sirens.

"Because I need to request a doctor, one that doesn't have our possible unsub as a son." Hotch replied.

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Sorry it's a little short, or long, depends on how you think I guess.