By sunset, Prentiss had, had to send Tara home too. This was not looking good, clearly the virus had in fact, infiltrated the BAU and was now spreading throughout the team. It would take all of them down one by one until the entire unit was home sick, shivering feverishly in their beds. Emily knew that there was only one way to stop that from happening, and that was to nip this in the bud before it did anymore damage.

Emily left her office again and walked over the railing above the bullpen. "Hey guys, we need to talk, conference room, two minutes." She ordered.

A moment later, when the other five members of their team who were left standing had taken their seats around the table, Emily stood in front of them near the monitor they used to present new cases. She knew what she had to do, as unpleasant as it was, knowing how they were all likely to take it; uncharacteristically nervous, she gulped.

"Ok guys, we all knew that the current epidemic was pretty bad, and that it was already attacking agents in other divisions who share this building. At first, it looked like we were staying out of its line of fire, but now it's clear that we're not. So far, I've had to send both Garcia and Tara down to the infirmary, and both were sick enough that the medics didn't really have to check, one look at them and they were each sent home. I don't want to do this, especially since we're already a little short handed with Garcia and Tara gone...but… if I don't this thing could take our entire team out of commission. So, is there anyone else who isn't feeling well?" she asked.

JJ, Alvez, Matt, Rossi, and Reid all looked at each other, then at Emily, then back at each other. She watched and waited as each one shook their heads. She looked carefully for microexpressions and minute physical signs of illness that weren't bad enough yet to be overt. Everyone seemed fine, but she had the feeling they weren't going to get that lucky,

"Are we sure? Guys, I know, nobody wants to be sick, or be forced out of here for two unplanned weeks off that you don't want, but if we don't do what we can to put a lid on this thing and stop it from spreading now, it could take down this entire team. You wouldn't be letting the rest of us down by fessing up and going home now if you think you're coming down with it. It's about damage control. So… Matt?"

"I'm fine…"

"JJ?"

"I'm good."

"Alvez?"

"You don't need to worry about me, I don't get sick."

"Spence?"

"I'm fine."

"Rossi?"

"Not a chance. I'm Italian, it knows better."

"Well ok, in that case, let's get back to work. Now, I want to keep in this way, with as few of us gone as possible, which means the rest of us can't let ourselves get rundown, it's six o'clock now, let's get in one more hour and then everybody can head home. Unless we get a case I don't see the point in keeping you guys here super late tonight." She replied.

Emily was glad when everyone else said they were alright, but she couldn't shake the feeling that this mess was far from over. Even though everyone seemed fine and there were no obvious signs to the contrary, both Rossi and Alvez were unusually adamant in their answers, as though they were overcompensating...