Chapter 7

I don't own criminal minds!

"Reid, are you in there? I don't really want to go into the men's loo but I can get Morgan to go in there if you want?!" Garcia exclaimed.

I knew if I went out of the bathroom high, I would be as good as dead.

At least if I was only drunk, it wouldn't warrant a talk with Hotch.

Drugs on the other hand…

I hid the pills in my shoes, just in case I needed them later and stumbled out of the bathroom to quirky Garcia.

Garcia was wearing a black and red spotted dress, a red sparkly cardigan, red high heeled shoes with red strips on them and a dice head piece.

She saw me and looked shocked.

She exclaimed "Oh My God Spencer Reid! You look awful. You look worse than a zombie. Hot stuff come here I've found him." I felt as if I couldn't take anymore. Suddenly I felt so dizzy that I collapsed in her arms.

When I woke up I was in a big comfortable double bed in a hotel room.

I couldn't remember anything from the night before.

The sleep was nice but something seemed strange.

As soon as I tried to move I received an awful headache (one of the worst I ever had) and all my bones and muscles ached.

I noticed that a big bowl had been put next to the bed and I was only wearing my underwear and my socks.

I looked out of the window and saw it was already day time.

I looked at the TV and saw it was on the news I saw the time.

It was 10.36 AM.

A couple of moments later I started to feel queasy.

I knew I had to make it to the bathroom before I puked everywhere.

Luckily before I could puke I got my head to the toilet.

I worked out I had a hangover!

A few minutes later, I heard someone unlock the door.

I tried to reach for my gun but I forgot I was near enough naked.

I was going to hide but I was puking in the toilet so couldn't hide very well.

I got the glass my toothbrush was in and held it in case it was an intruder or someone who was going to kill me.

But who would want to kill me?

"Pretty Boy, where are you?" Morgan whispered, just in case I was still asleep. He looked in the main bedroom, he checked on me a couple of hours ago but I was still asleep so didn't notice. He saw I was not in bed but the TV was on. He knew I was in here. He opened the bathroom door and saw me with the white toothbrush glass in my hand and my head in the toilet puking up. He just shook his head. He knew something I didn't but what?

"Morgan, you scared me! I thought it was an intruder. I could hit you but I think I am hung-over. I don't know where I am and I don't know how I got here. Do you know anything?" I saw the dread in Morgan's deep brown eyes. I knew something happened last night. The last thing I remembered was drinking my morning coffee at home about 5 AM yesterday. I didn't know whether I wanted to know what happened yesterday but I figured if I was going to find out what happened yesterday truthfully Morgan was going to tell me.

"Do you really want to know?" Morgan said sombrely

"Yes. Why do you say it as if something awful happened?" I noticed Morgan's eyes come out of contact with mine.

"I don't want to tell you alone. I will get Garcia in here. She will make it seem much better!" Morgan said.

It sounded as if he was going to cry which was odd for him.

Something must have happened!

Another thing I thought was odd was the way I was in a quite nice hotel room and Morgan and Garcia was staying next door.

That was very odd!

There were a lot of things odd about this situation.

I swear I have never been hung over before and even when I am alone I don't sleep without some clothes on.

This was odd!