"... I am having trouble w/ my laptop. This is bad news for you. :( And me tears.* Start praying that its fixed, because I cant afford to replace it!And come summer's end, I wont have a laptop to write on period..."

Small Things

Spencer Reid whimpered as a wave of pain pushed through his aching body, bringing a new wave of nausea as it died down. Aaron Hotchner ran over to his younger lover's side and pushed his hair out of his more pale than usual face. He placed a soft kiss on his forehead, sighing as he realized how hot Spencer had became.

"You're fever's spiking again." he announced.

"I noticed." Reid croaked back, offering a small smile.

"Do you want some company?" Hotch asked. He didn't have anything to offer Reid to calm his fever, but he could offer him emotional comfort. He felt so bad for having so little, but he knew that Spencer would understand.

"Yes." Reid whispered, a small blush creeping up on his cheeks. Hotch smiled at the boy's innocence, the look on his face reminding him much of his son's when he asked for something he thought inappropriate for a boy to ask- varying from a hug, a kiss, a bedtime story, and a late-night snack.

"Scoot over." Hotch replied, a small and satisfied smile appearing on his face. Reid obediently did so, making just enough for Hotch to squeeze in beside his lover. He wrapped his hand around Reid's tiny waist, letting him snuggle closer to him as he sighed in content. Hotch started stroking Reid's hair as he listened to his lover's breathing finally approach normal. Hotch may not have been able to cure Reid's sickness, but he was able to make him feel less alone. It was a small thing, but it made a huge difference...

And it was the small things that really counted, anyways.