Hey everyone, I'm back and have enjoyed my two-day break. Sorry, but I needed it. Okay, tonight I'm posting two brand new fanfics which I'm hoping you will all love. This one will feature Reid being infected with a deadly virus. Will he survive, or won't he? The other is my very shaky foray into Reid being in an abusive relationship with his boyfriend, so slash, which I usually don't do. You have try everything to know what you're good at, I say. This will get updated everyday, as usual. Okay, enjoy and I look forward to hearing from you.

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Placing the book on the top shelf, Reid smiled and wiped some dust from the shelf with his hand.

"I don't know what I'd do without you, Spencer," Mrs Linton smiled.

"I'm happy to help, Mrs Linton. Your bookstore is one of the rare few that hasn't crossed over to become a hybrid with Starbucks. I love coffee but books should be in their own home. Plus, you also let me buy new releases a bit early."

"This bookstore is my life," she sighed. "Without your help on Saturdays, I don't think I'd be able to keep up. Those darn e-readers are a nightmare."

"I like the feel of a book in my hands," Reid sighed as he stepped down from stool. "Same time next week."

"As long as the BAU doesn't need you," she said. "I have some new releases that aren't out till Monday. Would you like to see them?"

"You already know my answer," he chuckled gently.

"I'll make you some coffee while you look at them, my dear."

Reid liked helping Mrs Linton when he could. She owned a lovely bookstore not far from his apartment. She always let him buy books before the official release dates on the promise he never told anyone that he had them and that he didn't spoil the books for others. He remembered her husband before he had died. Reid knew that Mrs Linton missed him dearly. He volunteered to help her when he could. When the others were busy with family or each other, he came here and helped her. Ever since Maeve, he felt more lonely as each day passed. Everyone in the team was moving on with their lives. Garcia had her boyfriend, Morgan had his girlfriend and the others had their families and friends. He knew he'd become stuck, in an ongoing cycle of losing what he loved. Working with the team and going to small gatherings kept him from losing them completely.

"See you soon, Mrs Linton," he waved as he left with a large bag of books in his hand. He made his way back to his apartment. He was only in a shirt and vest, his sleeves rolled up. The weather was warm for this time. He loved walking home when the sun was setting. He checked his phone and realised he'd be home earlier than he thought. As he looked up, he bumped into someone. He felt small sting of his arm but put it down to the bump.

"I'm sorry," he apologised.

"That's okay," the man smiled. "We all do it."

He continued on his way home and relaxed when he went into his apartment. He put down the large collection of books and made his way over to the bookshelf. He cleaned the shelves and smiled at the new bookshelf he had assembled this morning. Soon, he'd need a bigger apartment for all his books.

It was four am when he woke up, his entire body felt hot and sweaty. He scratched his neck and let out a small cough. He continued to cough harshly and stumbled to the bathroom. He winced and shielded his eyes as the light hurt them. Looking in the mirror, he looked terrible, his eyes were bloodshot, his throat felt dry and sore and there was a rash over his neck and arms.

He doubled over and coughed again. His eyes widened when he coughed up blood on the floor. "Oh, god," he croaked.

He stumbled out of the bathroom and over to the phone. He dialled 911, he had never felt like this before. Something was wrong and he needed help.

Hotch opened his phone as it began to ring, he looked at the clock and wondered who was calling him at nine in the morning. "Aaron Hotchner, speaking."

"Mr Hotchner, my name is Dr Katrina Gilbert. I'm calling you because we've got an urgent situation on our hands. Spencer Reid has listed you as his medical contact."

"Is he okay? Is he hurt?" Hotch asked urgently.

"He came in at four thirty this morning, coughing up blood. We did some tests and have placed him in quarantine for now. Whatever he's been infected with isn't in our known database. For safety measures, anyone who came into contact with him is also in quarantine for at least the next forty-eight hours. We found a small injection mark and suspect he's been infected intentionally. We've managed to stabilise him for now but I need you to come down here. He also told us that he was an FBI agent."

"He is and so am I. I'll be there as soon as I can with my team. Have you notified all agencies?"

"We have," she confirmed.

"How long will he stay in quarantine?" Hotch asked as he slipped on some shoes with one hand and held the phone with the other.

"I have no idea if this will spread. I'm the second doctor to take care of him. The first, Dr Jameson, is in quarantine with the others. Those treating Spencer are all wearing full protective gear to prevent infection. I'll answer all other questions when you get down here."

Morgan rushed through the corridor. The hospital had closed off one area and he'd been directed to another entrance. As he came to the ward, he walked in and found the others had beaten him to the hospital. They were all staring through a large glass window. "Where is he?"

Garcia wiped the tears from her cheeks. "H-He's there," she said. She was clearly upset.

Morgan looked through the glass and felt sick. "Oh, Reid."

Reid was laying the hospital bed, pale, sick and alone. He looked awful. His skin was almost as white as the sheets around him, a visible sheen of sweat covered his skin. His eyes looked dark as they stayed closed but his breathing seemed slow and shallow. An oxygen cannulae was under his nose and he had multiple IV's connected to him.

"What is happening to him?"

"I spoke with the doctor when I got here," Hotch began to explain. "They think it's a virus but they can't identify it. There is an injection site on his arm and they think someone infected him on purpose. They don't know how long he has left, at the rate the virus is working, he has less than a day."

"We'll find the cure," Morgan shook his head. "We've done it before. We found Chad Brown when Reid got infected with anthrax."

"I'm with Morgan," JJ said. "I'll rip Virginia apart to find the cure."

"You all have to remember that it isn't just Reid," Rossi sighed. "If the others start showing symptoms, we have to find it for them too. Reid woke up twelve hours after he told the doctor when he thought the injection may have taken place but said he only had a sore throat and a little itch. This virus is dangerous and we have no idea if the unsub will infect other people."

"Has anyone spoken to him? I mean, he's all alone," Blake said. Hotch reached to a small intercom.

"We can talk to him through this but we can't go inside."

"Turn it on," JJ said, as she tried to stay calm. Hotch turned it on.

"Spencer," Hotch spoke gently. "Are you awake?"

"I'm awake," he rasped. "Light hurts my eyes...have to keep them...closed. Must...be bad if you're calling me, Spencer."

"We're going to find the cure," Hotch assured him. "I'm going to make sure you're not alone though through all this. One of us will stay with you."

Garcia stepped forward. "Hey, sweetie. It's Garcia, we're all here."

A ghost of a smile came to Reid's face. "I know," he sighed before letting out a harsh cough. Garcia let out a small sob and found comfort in Morgan's arms. She cried into his chest so Reid wouldn't hear her cry. JJ took her place.

"You'll be fine," she said, keeping back the tears. "You'll be up in no time, playing soccer with Henry and having him beat you."

They didn't receive an answer.

"Why isn't he answering?" JJ said.

"He's asleep," Hotch shook his head. "The doctor said that his body is sleeping to escape the pain. The pain medication is also making him sleepy."

"Pain medication?" JJ questioned.

"He's in a lot of pain," Hotch answered. "His heart can't take the stress of the pain. He needs his strength if he's to survive this."

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I know the first chapter is not as long as my usual but I want to get an idea of how well received this will be. Longer chapters will follow.