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When Reid woke someone new was in the room, moving some stuff around. He groaned as he tried to rise his head.

"Easy there sugar."

Garcia.

"Garcia?" He turned weakly. Her smiling and chipper face appeared in front of him. "What are you..doing here? Where's Morgan?"

"Sent my chocolate thunder home," Garcisa said calmly. "He looked like he was about to fall asleep on the chair.

"Shouldn't you be working on the case?"

"I can from here." SHe nodded to her computer that she brought. "Cleared with it with Hotch, he's A okay with it." She chuckled. "You're my prisonor now. And all prisonors are forced to drink my special hot apple cider. So here, drink up."

She held the cup to his mouth and he slipped slowly. The warm liquid rushed down his aching and dry throat. He needed that more than he thought he did. He took another sip.

She grinned.

"See? Garcia knows best."

"I'm not that sick," he protested and she snorted.

"Right, and I'm Ronald McDonald. Reid, hon, you're gonna have to get over yourself. You're sick. Deal with it."

"You sound like Morgan," Reid muttered as he sank into the pillows and she laughed.

"Sounds like he's doing everything correct."

He moaned softly. His insides felt like they were being torn in two. He felt like he was in fire.

She looked at him.

"What's wrong?"

He shook his head.

"I just feel..."

"Miserable? Like your body's on fire?"

He nodded. She sighed.

"Is there something wrong with me?"

"Yes, it's called having a fever. Open up."

"What?"

"Open up!" She held out a thermomiter and shoved it under his tongue. "No talking," she added in a scolding tone. She checked it. "Yep, you have a fever. Of a 103. You're not getting out of this room for a while."

She left causing him to act confused.

"Where..."

When she got back she was rolling in a small tv."

"Got it cheap at a store. Your tv in the livigingroom is pratically glued to the wall."

"Why..."

"You're gonna need something to kill time with! And believe me, you're NOT going to have energy to be reading your books. She tossed him the remote. "Just poke fun at daytime tv. It'll make you feel better, it makes everyone feel better." She saw that he was fading,and fading fast. "You can watch it after you have your nap." This time he didn't protest about not needing a nap. He sank into the pillows.

"Garcia!" Panic filled him suddenly as she turned to leave.

"Yeah hun?"

"Can..you leave the hallway light on? And the door opened a crack?" The curtians had been pulled together to create darkness, but he hated the dark. She had forgotten that. Now as not the time for teasing.

"Sure thing sugar." She went back over to him and kissed him on the forehead. "Get better soon, sweetie. I mean it."

Weakly, and exhausted, Reid obeyed and sank into a feverish sleep while eyeing the doorway.

Morgan found her making some soup in the kitchen, as well as making other sick food, like grilled cheese.

"Go home love," he said as he squeezed her hand. "I can take care of this from now on. You need to get back on the case. Hotch called, they need you to track someone down."

"You sure?" Garcia looked concenred and Morgan nodded.

"I can take care of Reid."

She nodded.

"Okay. I'll come by when I'm done."

He nodded.

"No hurries. Thanks for helping out."

"Of course! I just hope our Reid gets better soon."

He smiled at that."

"You and me both."

He went back to finish what Garcia had started cooking.

"You're pathetic! Weak! Worthless! I should bury you alive, make you think about what you had done!" Charles pointed the gun, forced him to dig. He sobbed, pleaded. It didn't do a bit of difference.

"Get in!" Trembling he climbed into his own grave and was forced to lay down as layer and layer of dirt covered his body.

He heard voices above him.

"Where's Reid?" It was Morgan.

He wanted to call out to them but dirt fell into his throat.

"I don't know, they must have left." Gideon.

"Let's go." Hotch.

NO don't leave me here! PLEASE! DON'T!

He woke screaming.

Morgan raced to his room.

"Reid? Spencer!" He shook Reid until he woke. Reid was covered in sweat and panic. "Reid! It's just a dream, Reid! Just a dream!"

Reid woke, his eyes pratically bulging. He shuddered and collapsed into Morgan's arms, sobbing.

"It's okay Reid, you just had a bad dream. Fevers can cause nightmares sometimes." Morgan hugged the kid, feeling guilty for leaving him alone.

"I dreamt..."Reid's voice was shaky. "I dreamt that Charles buried me alive, like he was planning."

Morgan stiffened.

"And all of you were standing above my grave wondering where I was, and you left me to search for me...left me buried..."

Jesus Christ.

"It was just a dream, kid."His voice was shaky. "We found you in time, remember? Before the bastard could do that to you. We found you."

Reid tightened his grip.

"Don't leave me," he sobbed. "No right now...I don't want to be alone."

"Okay, Reid, it's okay." Morgan gently lowered Reid onto the bed. "I won't leave you. I'll never leave you."

Soothed by his tone of voice Reid nodded and sighed as he struggled to try to go into a dreamless sleep, comforted to know that Morgan was there to chase away any monsters that would try and attack him...