Ginger ale is the magic drink for curing an upset stomach. Works for me without failure.

Excellent story

Great job and groovy fic! :) :D

Love it! You’re such a great writer! :D

Cute! Poor Reid and poor Morgan and his “barf-phobia!” :D

So cute!

“Hey, Prince,” She said with a smile.

"Hey Baby Girl. How's he doing?" Morgan nodded up, implying Reid.

It’s cute how they always flirt! ;)

LOVE IT! I can understand Reid being bored!

"Here. Have some water." Garcia handed the water to Reid, who shook his head.

"Reid. You have to drink—you know that." Garcia continued to force the water on Reid, who finally took it and took a miniscule sip.

"There. Happy?" Reid thrust the bottle back at Garcia, who had an eyebrow arched. However, she didn't say anything, deciding to take what she could get. She put the bottle back on the night stand and sat on the bed across from Reid, her feet dangling a little bit.

Reid sighed.

"Why don't you get some sleep?" Garcia suggested. Reid shifted uncomfortably.

"No. I'm too uncomfortable to sleep. Can you pass me my book? It's in the side pocket-"

"Reid." Garcia's voice broke his train of thought.
"What? I can't read?" Reid's voice held a bit of hurt and the image of taking candy from a child came to Garcia's mind. She had to fight hard not to burst out laughing.

"No, you can't. Reid, just relax, okay? You'll feel better if you sleep."

"But I'm not tired." Reid was on the verge of whining. Again, Garcia had to fight back a laugh.

"Tell you what. I'll read to you from your book. That way you're still not doing anything. Is that okay?"

Reid didn't look too thrilled at Garcia's suggestion but he nodded. Garcia went over to Reid's bag and pulled a thick book from the side pocket.

"The atomic theories of the past, present, and future." She read. "Seriously, Reid?"

Reid nodded, with a small smile on his face.

"It's actually quite interesting once you get into it."

"Whatever." Garcia said. She settled herself onto the bed with her feet up, and flipped open to the book marker.

"Chapter fifty-seven." She began reading. Garcia read the words on the page, not processing them in her brain. She really didn't care about atomic theories but she did care about Reid and if this was what she could do to make him feel better, then this is what she would do. At one point, Garcia paused for a breath and Reid interrupted her. He hadn't really been listening—it was hard for him to listen to someone read that slowly and he knew he would have to re-read the pages anyways.

"You know who the last person to read to me was?"

Garcia put the book down, grateful for the break from the long words.

"Who?"

"My mom."

"Aww, Reid." Garcia said.

"It was the last time I was sick, too. I had the chicken pox. I was twelve." Reid said, reliving the memory. Garcia said nothing, but after a few moments of silence, picked the book back up and began the hard task of deciphering the words again. After a few minutes, Garcia looked over at Reid and saw him fast asleep.

Another typo, “Reid shifted uncomfortable,” where it should be, “uncomfortably.” Fixed that one too! No hard feelings! :)

Cute! :D

JJ nodded at the array of medical supplies around her.

"Great. I'm going to head off, then. See you later."

With that, JJ left. Garcia and Morgan turned to face each other.

"So which one of us is staying?" Morgan asked.

"I cleaned up the puke." Garcia triumphantly reminded Morgan, who put his hands up in defeat.

"Alright, you will. Call if anything changes, baby doll."

"I will."

Morgan quietly exited and Garcia quietly put all the things on the table and then kicked off her shoes. She went into the washroom and freshened up. While washing her face gingerly, as not to smudge her make-up seeing as she didn't have any touch-up tools with her, she heard a faint voice call,

"Hello?"

She quickly dried her face and put her glasses back on and rushed out of the bathroom.

"Reid?"

Reid was half-up, leaning against the head board.

"Hey, Garcia."

"Hey." Garcia sat on the bed across from Reid. "How're you doing?"

Reid rubbed his eyes.

"I feel sick."

"As you should. You're one sick puppy."

"What time is it?" Reid looked around for a clock but didn't see one. Garcia checked her polka-dotted watch.

"It's about three o'clock."

"What day is it?"

"Wednesday."

The question worried Garcia almost as much as Reid's flushed face. For Reid to forget the date was almost unheard of. But then, so was Reid getting sick.

"What's all that?" Reid broke Garcia's thoughts.

"Oh!" Garcia got up. "Let's see…we have…Kleenex, cold medicine, some crackers and soup, water, thermometer, oh, and Morgan's personal touch, Jell-O.”

P.S., I fixed a little typo for you...there are a few per chapter, but that’s OK!

The question worried Garcia almost as much a Reid's flushed face. For Reid to forget the date was almost unheard of. But then, so was Reid getting sick.

It should be as, but no hard feelings! Great job!

I LOVE these parts:

1. "Can you get that out of here?" Morgan asked, pointing to the trash can.

"Why can't you?" Garcia asked.

"Hey, I have major barf-phobia." Morgan defended himself by raising his hands.

"Barf-phobia?" Garcia's voice held doubt.

"Ever since Marjorie Harris threw up on me in third grade, I haven't been able to be around it. I haven't even barfed since then."

Garcia arched an eyebrow but walked over to the garbage can, as the odor was powerful and she wanted the mess gone just as much as Morgan did. Upon discovering the garbage can did not have a bag in it, Garcia proceeded to take the whole garbage can to the dumpster, not caring she was throwing out the FBI's garbage can. When she got back, she sprayed the room with disinfectant and then sat down again beside Morgan.

"Thanks."

Garcia just smirked at him.

An hour or so later, the team came in again.

"What died in here?" Emily asked, wrinkling her nose. Gideon and Hotch began looking around for the source of the aroma but JJ just stood there.

"Wait a minute. I know that smell."

Everyone, including Garcia and Morgan, turned to look at her.

"Well?" Hotchner asked. JJ turned to Garcia.

"Reid puked, didn't he?"

"Bingo." Garcia said. "But the odor you're smelling is a combination of barf and disinfectant. I already disposed of the garbage can."

"Ew." Emily said, sitting down.

2. "Thanks." Reid mumbled, already lost in fever-induced dreams. JJ smiled.

"Good night, Spence."

JJ took her own shoes off and settled onto the other bed with a case file, preparing herself for her first shift of 'Reid sitting'.

Can’t wait to see JJ’s luck with her “Reid Sitting!” :D

"Did you know that it is proven that the chemical properties of tea kill certain bacterial cells in the body showing that it is effective to ingest the liquid while ill?"

Garcia looked up from her screen momentarily.

"Reid." Garcia's voice held warning.

"Sorry." Reid said, catching her warning tone. "No more facts."

Garcia smiled sternly at Reid and then turned back to her computer. After a few minutes of the silence, Derek came back in carrying a steaming mug and a muffin.

"Thanks." Reid said, accepting the cup but shook his head when Derek held out the muffin.

"It's carrot." Derek said, trying to tempt Reid into eating something.

"No, thanks. Really." Reid started to look green about the muffin being shoved in his face.

"Reid." Garcia said from across the table. "You have to eat something. You haven't had anything in over eighteen hours."

"I know, I know." Reid said, turning away from the muffin. "But I'm just not hungry."

Garcia sighed and Derek put the muffin on the table and then took the chair next to Garcia.

"What? Since I'm not eating a muffin I get the silent treatment?" Reid protested. He was getting testy due to his uncomfortable state. Garcia didn't look up.

"No, but Gideon won't be pleased that you're not laying down somewhere but he would be really annoyed if Derek and I weren't working as well."

"True." Reid realized that what Garcia had said held some truth, so he began nursing the mug and continued ignoring the muffin.

PRICELESS! :D

Cute! Loved the fact from Reid! :)

Super cute! Good cliffhanger! :D

"Morgan." He listened through the earpiece for a moment.

"Yeah, we're working on it. We should know something in-" Derek stopped short when he looked up.

"I'll call you back." He said, flipping the phone closed. Garcia looked at Derek to see what prompted the reaction and followed his gaze to the doorway. And in the doorway, stood Spencer Reid.

I don’t really like Gideon! He’s extremely insensitive and uncaring. I would TOTALLY help take care of Reid, the poor guy! :)

So cute!