Hey guys, I honestly dont know what to do with my other stories. Im gonna try and update all of them before christmas, but thatmay not happen. I'll update soon on this one thoug! It's my first criminal minds fic and I'm already almost done with the third part. I'm going to post the second part in about a half hour, so be on the lookout. :)

Summary: When Garcia gets sick, the whole team ends up getting sick in the process while trying to take care of each other.

Garcia's p.o.v.

I woke up to the annoying alarm as usual, but my head was pounding along with it. "Heh...hetchoo!" before grabbing my teal glasses checking the clock again;it was 5:10 am, ten minuets had already passed by. I needed to be at work at six thirty, and I had a half hour drive. I also would probably get a call from Derek on the way. I dragged myself out of bed and reluctantly got dressed in a pair of plain purple shirt with a matching top; I didn't care much about my appearance today. As I started to head out after getting all ready, I realized I still had my teal glasses on and i was wearing dark purple clothes. Great. As my phone rang I immediately picked up, sitting in a pool of traffic.

"M-morning Angel." I said trying to steady my voice

"Hey Baby Girl, we still on for tonight?"

"Tonight?!" I had been so frazzled I forgot I was supposed to go to the fair with Morgan tonight. "Uh, of course!"

"You ok? You seem a little... Off."

"Of course I'm ok, I mean, like, kff kff, why wouldn't I be ok?"

"How long 'till you get to the office?"

"I, h-hold on.." I pulled the phone receiver away from my face as I went into another painful coughing fit. I knew Morgan now was guessing I was sick, and once I got to the office it wouldn't be too hard to figure out

"Listen Penelope, you don't have to come in today if you..."

"Itchoo! I'm fine, Derek."

"Alright, well, I guess I'll see you when you get here?" He asked unsure

"Kff, yea." I coughed trying not to get into a fit

"Drive safe baby girl." He whispered hanging up

Morgan's p.o.v.

I hadn't seen Penelope yet today, Emily had said she was in the elevator briefly with her today. I mean, it was normal, because she has her own office, but, I don't know, maybe it was just me, but needless to say, when I got called into Hotch's office, a perfectly normal occurrence, I was kinda worried.

"You wanted to see me, Hotch?" I asked stepping into the office worriedly

"I need you to take a couple days off, take care of Garcia. The rest of the teams' flying out to Tennessee to work on a case and I want you here to make sure she isn't trying to overexert herself by coming into the office."

"Sure, Hotch, I'll help." I said relieved that I would get to take care of my Penelope "Do you want me to get her now?"

"Go and tell her I wanted to see her."

"I don't think,"

"Go." He nodded, knowing as well as I would that Garcia would put up a fight about leaving, never mind 'stealing' me from a case. I boarded the elevator with Prentiss, she seemed to be a true elevator veteran today.

"Hotch sending Garcia home?"

"Yup." I nodded as she got out on her floor, the doors quickly shutting

"Tell her I hope she feels better." She called looking back at me before giving me a smile as the doors clasped together. I waited, and finally reached Garcia's floor a minute later. I walked quietly to her office, listening to what Rossi was saying.

"All I'm trying to say is that it's in your best interest to go home, before you get worse." I stood in the doorway, unnoticed by The quarreling two. Penelope, she looked like a ghost, her nose was chapped,her hair frizzy, she was definitely sick.

"I'm fine!"She said defensively before erupting in a coughing fit

"Well if that's 'fine' I'd like to see what you think isn't fine." He insisted

"But, it's true!"

"ahem."I cleared my throat after a few minuets of this "Hotch wants to see you,baby girl."

"Oh, ok." She quickly stood up from her spinning chair much to fast, her knees immediately buckling, sending her to the floor. I ran to her side as did Rossi, but she still put up a valiant effort to be independent. She used her desk to balance herself, swaying slightly as she walked to the elevator, leaving Rossi behind, but we ran into Reid.

"Garcia?" He asked, taking in her appearance, then glancing questionably at me "You look terrible." I mentally slapped a hand to my head, but couldn't because I was holding Garcia up, she stared at him weakly

"You know,If I didn't see three of you I would totally kick your ass right now."

"Easy Angel, easy." I hugged her and rubbed her back, giving Reid 'the look'.

"Is she ok?" He mouthed, I felt her burning arms around my neck, I shook my head, if Hotch was taking me off a case to take care of someone else, then that person had to be in pretty bad shape. Not that Aron was a bad boss, in fact, he was the complete opposite, but still, he wouldn't put someone on leave for no reason. As Reid left the elevator, I heard Garcia mutter something about being fine.

"I know it stinks, but your sick, baby girl."

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"Morgan, make sure she doesn't get on her computer until she has a fever of 100 or less." Hotch instructed me after giving Penelope as Long as she needed to recover.

"What is it that gave me away?" She questioned hugging me tighter then before

"Garcia, your as pale as a sheet, take some time off to recover."

"M'Kay." She mumbled closing her eyes and starting to fall asleep, me fully supporting her.

"I think you should get her home, she's already almost asleep." Hotch half smiled glancing down at the sleeping blonde, I turned to leave "I'll have Reid come over to check her out tonight before we go." He added

"Hotch, thanks." I said gratefully as I half walked Penelope out to my car, strapping her in the passenger seat and adjusting it so she was laying back.

"Morgan?" She asked trying to sit up

"Easy, baby girl, it's gonna be ok." I lightly ran my hand over her forehead, worried about how high her fever was. "Your going home, it's going to be ok."