Greetings everyone! I'm SOOOOO terribly sorry for not uploading sooner :[ College classes got the best of me ;] Okie-dokie peoples. . . Here we go!
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Hotch POV:
I am pulling the belt from the loops in my dress pants when my phone starts ringing. I sigh heavily and slide the pad of my thumb across the face of the device, simultaneously unlocking the phone and answering the call. "SSA Aaron Hotchner," my voice is brisk and professional, cutting straight to the point. There's a moment of silence before a quiet voice responds.
"Hey Hotch, it's Morgan; I gotta talk to ya man. Reid's asleep, but I don't want to leave him right now. Can you come to our room?" Morgan sounds drained and worried, which in turn worries me. I quickly glance over at Rossi too check that he's still sleeping, then reply with an affirmative noise and disconnect the call. Pulling my discarded clothes back on, I contemplate what Morgan could want to discuss; clearly, he had talked to Reid, and clearly, it had been bad. Sighing once again, I grab my room key, and head for Morgan and Reid's room.
Morgan POV:
I hear a slight tapping at the door and quickly slide the deadbolt back. Hotch is standing on the other side looking slightly disheveled, but still alert and slightly worried. Moving aside, I let Hotch slip past me and into the room. He spares a concerned glance at Reid's sleeping form, before turning his attention fully on me. Cutting right to the chase, he asks in his matter-of-fact voice, "What happened?" I swallow thickly as I try to think of how I want to phrase this.
"Well, I confronted him and he broke down and started to tell me what was wrong." I sigh as I remember how scared I was when his headache started. "He got a headache . . . but it wasn't a normal one Hotch, he was in so much pain! I had to turn off the lights and whisper because the lights and sound hurt him too much. I guess it didn't help much though; he got sick and didn't quite make it to the toilet. He passed out after he finished vomiting, so I washed him off and put him to bed." I finish and take a breath, giving Hotch an opportunity to ask questions. He stares at me for a second and I can see worry barely hidden behind his normal stoic mask.
Finally, after what seems like an eternity, he heaves a sigh running his hand roughly over his face, and moves so that he's standing next to Reid's bed. Hotch slowly reaches out and brushes his fingers gently across Reid's forehead. "It's always you isn't it?" He murmurs quietly as he continues to stroke the kid's face. 'Damn straight!' I think, and join Hotch standing next to Reid. Hotch's voice breaks the silence once more, the harsh professionalism a startling change from the affection of before, "In your opinion, will he be able to do his job?" I almost bite his head off for even suggesting that Reid wouldn't be able to perform his duties, but stop myself in time. 'Honestly? . . . I don't know.' But that's not what I say. I look Hotch in the eyes, "Absolutely!"
Hotch POV:
I know he's lying, but damn it, I can't call him on it! I slowly nod my head and make a note to talk to Reid in private when I get the chance. Taking a deep breath, I head back to the door, turning back to Morgan one last time. "If you learn anything else . . ." I let the sentence trail to an end, knowing that he'll understand. Morgan gives me a curt nod that I take as an affirmative, before I pull the door open and take my leave.
Reid POV:
'It's so dark . . .' My head feels heavy, but my body feels like it's floating. Somewhere far away, I can hear quiet voices. They sound vaguely familiar, but I can't quite place them. I'm struggling to open my eyes, when the sound of a door closing cuts off the voices. With renewed effort, I manage to pry my eyelids up ever so slightly before I realize something kind of monumental . . . my headaches gone. A whispery breath escapes through my parted lips as the fact that I'm dressed only in boxers makes itself known. Instantly, the blurry form of Derek Morgan is at my side. "Hey there pretty boy, how ya feelin'? Does your head still hurt?" He's whispering, so it takes a minute for me to understand what he's asking me.
I blink several times before responding, "Y-yeah, I'm good, my headaches gone . . . um, Morgan? W-why am I only wearing boxers?" I swallow nervously and he chuckles, some of the worry in his eyes replaced with mirth.
"How much do you remember?" I pull my lip between my teeth in a nervous gesture as I try to think back to the last thing I remember doing.
"I was- I was having a really bad headache, then I got sick and you," I pause and blush, my face turning a horrifying shade of crimson. "-you carried me too the restroom." Morgan's still watching me, so I shake my head signifying that that's all I remember. Smiling slightly, he sighs and settles himself on the edge of my bed.
"Well kid, you didn't quite make it to the toilet and some of your dinner landed in your lap. When you passed out I had to change your clothes, but I saw no point in putting clean clothes on you if you were still sweaty. So I gave you a quick bath, put you in some clean boxers and put ya in bed." I just stare at him, horror and embarrassment plastered across my face. He takes one look at my face and busts out laughing.
"Morgan! How-how could you?! You b-bathed me?!" My voice is indignant, and if I was being totally honest, it was a little whiny too. I try to push myself up, but my elbows lock and I sink back to the bed with a groan. Morgan immediately stops laughing, his face becoming serious again.
"You okay kid? You should probably just keep lying down; after vomiting and passing out, I'd say your body's had enough activity for one evening." Giving him a weak nod, I wriggle further under the covers and quickly drift off.
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Once again, I'm SOOOOOO sorry for not updating sooner! School work has kinda kicked my butt recently ; ] Please 'Reid' and review :D