There was a flurry of activity when the ambulance arrived at the hospital. The doctors were getting prepared for the arrival of the four kidnapped victims, Reid however was first to arrive. Dr. Brent and her team of nurses and interns quickly started tending to him. Morgan on the other hand was shoved off to the waiting room. He was sitting in a cloud of worry when the team got there. Charlie was awkwardly following behind.

"How is he?" Hotch asked Morgan, who snapped his head up, surprised at being talked to.

"He was out the whole ambulance ride and no one has told me anything." He said in a heavy voice, his head falling back into his hands as he spoke. The rest of the team quietly sat down in the waiting room chairs, Penelope sat beside Derek and leaned into him. Charlie, however, stood awkwardly in the middle of the room; she didn't know the team at all and had no idea what to or say.

"Lieutenant?" Someone asked and she snapped her head up to see who had called her. Agent Hotchner's dark eyes were staring into hers with a deep intensity she had never seen.

"Thank you, for your help with not only getting Reid back, but also those young girls." He told her.

"What? You shouldn't be thanking me, it's my fault that they..." She was interrupted by Morgan.

"No we should be thanking you! Without you nothing we did today would have been possible, you shouldn't blame yourself. None of this was your fault; it was those sick sons of bitches fault. NOT yours." He told her, giving her a half smile.

"Am I interrupting something?" Dr. Brent questioned from where she had almost materialized.

"No, not exactly, how is he?" Hotch asked, getting to his feet.

"He's in pretty bad shape. They obviously didn't give him any water for he's very dehydrated. He's quite malnourished which is due to the nausea and sickness and he has a mild concussion from where they hit him. He also still has quite a high fever but thankfully he'll survive, I doubt he can get any worse, so he's only going to get better from here on out."

"What about the girls?" Charlie asked quietly from her place behind the team.

"We're going to have to put them through de-tox, feed them and hydrate them. They're going to be fine... physically." Dr Brent answered with a frown on her face.

"Do you mind if I see them?" Charlie asked.

"Not at all, their parents are also here and have been wanting to talk with you; I'm not sure if it's good or bad though. Oh and Dr. Reid is in room 415, we won't be putting him in a room labelled 13 again, trust me." She joked as she led Charlie off to a different part of the hospital.

/.../

"Reid?" someone was calling him but he didn't want to answer.

"Do you think he can hear us?" A cheery familiar voice mumbled from his side.

"I know he can Pen, he's Reid remember?" Morgan, that's who was talking, and Penelope. Even though he didn't want to wake up, he wanted to see his friends, so he slowly pried his eyes open. Immediately bright white light assaulted his vision. He blinked a couple times, trying to find his bearings, and was finally able to see somewhat clearly.

"Reid!" Garcia gasped and flung her arms around him, "I was so worried! Don't you ever scare me like that again!"

"Garcia, you're crushing him." Hotch said while smirking at Reid's shocked face at the recent assault of love. Garcia let go and grabbed his hand tightly instead.

"So, do you remember what happened?" Rossi asked.

"I got his in the head? And kidnapped... again... After that it's just a blur of colors and puke." He told them in a tired voice.

"Sounds fun." Morgan muttered from the chair on Spencer's other side. Reid just nodded slightly and sunk further into the pillows.

"So what's my condition?" Reid muttered as he tried to keep his eyes open and away from the sleep that seemed so welcoming.

"Well, the doc says you have a mild concussion, you're malnourished and dehydrated, and oh I forgot, sick." Morgan smirked. Reid tried to smile at him but sleep just seemed like a better idea. He slowly let his eyes close and knew his team would watch over him.

The team was still gathered in Reid's room when Dr. Brent came in and checked on him.

"You guys look like crap." She commented as she checked his charts.

"Yeah, I don't think we've slept in a while." Rossi noted as he looked around at the faces of his friends. They were all slightly stress worn and tired beyond belief.

"How about this, all of you but one, go back to your hotel, and that special one can sleep on the couch in here. Sound like a good plan?" Dr. Brent muttered as she continued her work.

"Actually it does," Hotch said, "Morgan, want to take first shift?"

"Yeah I do. See you guys sometime?" Morgan murmured as he got comfortable on the couch.

"Yup, see you baby cakes," Penelope kissed Reid's forehead, "Bye sugar." She said while she kissed Morgan's forehead. Then she left with the rest of the team.

A few hours after Morgan fell asleep Reid woke up in the dark hospital room. More like bolted up, another nightmare had shook his dreams. His eyes frantically looked around the room for any sign of danger. There was none unless you could count Morgan's snoring as a sign. He sighed and lied back down in bed. He kept squirming though; the bed wasn't as comfortable as it was a few hours ago.

Suddenly a slight tap at the door drew him away from his squirming.

"Come in." He called his voice cracking like he was going through puberty. Damn sore throats. Slowly the door opened until a young woman's head peeked around the corner.

"Oh, I didn't realize you were trying to sleep, I'll just go..." She said.

"No wait, it's fine, I'm too uncomfortable to sleep anyway, and you can turn the lights on low and come in. I can't really see without my glasses and in the dark it's a lot worse." He mumbled nervously as he ran his hand through his hair.

"Okay..." She stepped in the room and did as he told. She closed the door until a crack of the hallway beyond was shown.

"So, um, you are?" Reid asked, trying to fill the uncomfortable silence.

"I'm sorry," Reid opened his mouth to ask why but she kept going, "If it wasn't for me you would have never been kidnapped, those girls wouldn't have been either. I should have just died with the others all those years ago, but no I had to survive. And look at you! You're sick and you've been poisoned and it's just all my god damn fault!" She cried, albeit quietly.

"Whoa hold up there. None of what happened is your fault. You have survivor's guilt and I'm pretty sure you know what that means. Also I get kidnapped embarrassingly frequent so I don't think I can blame you for that." Reid added with a smirk.

"I guess... I really am sorry though." She told him sincerely as she looked into his eyes.

"As I said it's not your fault, so I'm guessing you're the..." He trailed off not sure if he should say '13th victim'.

"Yeah I am. My name is Lieutenant Lillian Moscoe, but my friends and family call me Charlie." She stretched her hand in front of her. Reid grabbed her hand and shook.

"Dr. Spencer Reid." He told her.

"A Doctor? In like psychology I'm guessing?" She questioned.

"Yeah I have a PhD in mathematics, engineering and chemistry. As well as doctorates in..."

"I get it you're a genius and quite good looking to boot."

"Uh thanks." He blushed. He heard Morgan quietly chuckle from his right.

"Well it seems like your friend is waking up... I best be on my way. It was nice to meet you, Spencer." She said and made a sultry exit, laughing under her breath at the way Reid's face had looked when she said his first name.

Reid tried to control the blush that was spreading into his cheeks.

"OOH pretty boy are you blushing?" Morgan chuckled.

"NO, it's the, uh, fever." He exclaimed. Morgan just shook his head, still laughing.

"I think you have an admirer." Morgan told him.

"Oh shut up Morgan, you're just jealous because she wasn't coming onto you." Reid countered. Then he stretched, feeling the slightest bit better.

"So how are you feeling?" Morgan asked, noticing that the monitor beside Reid's bed only read 100.1 degrees.

"Better, for the first time all week I think I might be able to get up by myself, without falling down. Wait; has it only been a week?"

"Yeah, a week give or take, man I still can't believe that all this crap happened to you... again. Seriously is danger attracted to you or something?" Morgan chuckled again.

"I think you might be right about that. Too bad I still feel really sick." Reid joked quietly as another wave of fatigue rushed over him. Sleeping sounded like an excellent idea to him at that moment and his eyelids started to droop.

"Maybe you should go back to sleep, then that stupid sickness will go away."

"Mmmmm sound like a good idea..." Reid said half consciously. It took him two more seconds to fall asleep. Morgan smiled as he watched his surrogate little brother fall asleep. Suddenly his phone rang, interrupting the peaceful silence in the hospital room. Thankfully all the effect it had on Reid was him rolling over. Morgan got up and walked out into the hall.

"Hello?" He answered.

"Hey doll, how's my baby doing?" Penelope asked from the other line.

"His fever's going down and he said he's actually starting to feel better, although he still looks like crap."

"Well that's good, in some ways. I'm coming down there to see my two lovely men as we speak. See you in 5!" She told him cheerily and hung up. Morgan smiled and went back to sit with Reid in the room.

When Penelope arrived she had 3 get-well soon balloons tied to a teddy bear. The first thing she did was bust into Reid's room and set them up appropriately.

"Awe my baby still looks so pale and thin. Have they fed him anything?" She asked Morgan with her hands on her hips.

"No but Dr. Brent came in here after you hung up and told me that they were going to try him with some food and see if it stays down." Morgan told her as he sat back down on the couch.

"So tell her when he wakes up?" Penelope asked.

"Tell who what?" Reid questioned groggily while rubbing his sleep sore eyes.

"Tell the good doctor when you're awake so we can try you out with some food." Morgan responded as he got up to go press the nurse page button.

"Is she sure that's a good idea?" Reid asked warily, his stomach twisting in protest against the mention of food.

"Yes I am sure." Dr. Brent said as she did that whole creepy materialization thing that she often does. In her hands she held a tray of food, bland and plain food, but still food.

"Here," She said placing the tray on Reid's lap, "I suggest eating the soda crackers first seeing as they are the most plain." He looked at the food with concern and slowly picked up a cracker.

"C'mon Reid, be a man." Morgan joked from where he stood beside the bed with a basin in hand... Just in case.

"Alright..." He said and ate the cracker. It seemed to go down fine so he ate the other five. The other thing that was on the tray was some plain rice. It didn't look so bad so he started to eat that. After the first few bites his stomach twisted into knots.

"Are you alright Dr. Reid?" Dr. Brent asked.

"Um, I think... No more rice or food now please..." He said in a muffled voice as he tried to keep what little he had eaten down.

"Well I guess it's a start. Also Dr. Reid, don't try to hold in your vomit, if you're going to puke, you're going to puke." She told him, and with that she took the tray and left the room. Reid however was still keeled over and holding his stomach with a hand over his mouth.

/.../

TADA! I didn't forget about this story after all, I'm pretty sure there's just one more chapter until completion! I hope you enjoyed it!

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PS. If you'd like a good Reid addiction story, Check out Addiction Battle by brandiAnonymous it's still in the works and was only intended to be a oneshot, but I'm helping out a bit with it. So check it out, if you like it great, if you don't whatever. It's your opinion.