CHAPTER THIRTEEN: I'll be right back

12:30PM-Reid's apartment

Reid groaned as he finally woke up, stretching out his stiff arms. He felt Sophia still wrapped around him and he glanced down to look at her sleeping face. Reid reached forward and pushed the hair off Sophia's face and was taken aback from the heat that was radiating from her skin. He felt the sticky skin, a layer of sweat forming on her brow. He scrunched his face in frustration and he carefully extricated himself from the tangle of limbs. He stood up from the bed and placed the back of his hand against her forehead.

"Spencer." Sophia whispered as she opened her eyes, peering up a Reid through her thick lashes. Reid looked at her

"Shh. Don't worry. I'm just going to the bathroom. I'll be right back. I think you have a fever" He stepped into the bathroom, rummaging through the top draw. He came back to the room and returned to his spot on the bed. "Open your mouth. I want to check your temperature." Reid placed a hand on Sophia's cheek, his thumb running back and forth against the hot skin over her cheekbones.

Sophia sighed and accepted the thermometer, having no energy to argue. Reid berated himself for not checking earlier when he saw her cheeks flushed and felt her skin warm.

"Shit." Reid cursed under his breath as he looked at the thermometer a few seconds later. He looked at Sophia, sighing louder as he realized she had fallen asleep merely seconds after he removed the thermometer. He got up and walked to the kitchen, grabbing the phone and dialing the first number that came to mind.

"Morgan."

"Sophia has a fever. 103."

"I'll be there in five." Morgan answered quickly, hanging up seconds later.

If it was any other time Reid would have laughed at the fact that he didn't need to say anything else to Morgan. He didn't need to elaborate why he was so worried about her. He didn't need to tell Morgan that he wanted to take Sophia to the hospital. He didn't have to explain why he wanted Morgan to drive instead of taking his rickety old car (not like Morgan would have let him anyway seeing as he thinks Reid's car is a death trap). It was all innate; the two of them so close that there was no need for words. It sometimes surprised Reid that he rarely ever had to explain himself to his friend; he simply always knew. He had never had anyone in his life like that.

Reid ran back to Sophia, grabbing her shoes. He saw her beginning to shake slightly and quickly opened their closet, grabbing one of her zipper-up sweatshirts. He sat down on the bed and gently tried to wake her up.

"Sophia. Sophia, I need you to sit up real quick."

"I'm tired." She mumbled as she let Reid help her sit up. He slipped her sweatshirt on and scooped her up, walking her over to the living-room. He lied her down on the couch and grabbed her shoes from next to the door. He put them on as he intently watched her sleeping face. He could see that her teeth were still chattering and she was curled into herself, her sleeves pulled down so they were covering her fingers.

The doorbell rang and Reid ran to the door. He threw open the door as he leaned down and slipped on his shoes.

"I parked the car right outside your building." Morgan said, standing up on his toes to look over the back of the couch at Sophia. "Did this come on all of a sudden?"

"She was warm earlier. I'm concerned that it's from an infection, probably from her head wound." Reid walked over, scooping her up again and following Morgan out the door