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Another one of my sick-fics (: I hope you enjoy! It felt great to write again…I've had really bad writer's block. Let my know what you think and more will come soon!

"Reid?" a voice awoke Reid from a shallow sleep. His eyes opened to see JJ standing in front of him. He looked around and saw that he had fallen asleep on one of the couches in the break room of the FBI office in Houston, Texas.

"Yeah…hi." Reid said with a weak smile. JJ smiled back.

"Long night?" she asked, settling herself in the space where Reid's feet had been before he had sat up. Reid rubbed his eyes.

"Uh, yeah. How are you doing?"

"I'm doing fine. Waiting for word from Hotch."

"Do you need something from me?"

"What? Oh, no. Sorry about waking you—it's just so rare that you fall asleep in the office. Just wanted to make sure you were okay."

"What?" Reid repeated. "Oh, sure, I'm fine. No worries."

JJ smiled, patted his knee and got up.

"Okay. Then I'll let you get back to your nap."

Reid smiled back as he stretched out on the couch again.

"Call me if you need me." he said before JJ left the room and slumber enveloped him once again.

Unaware of the time, Reid slept for almost five hours. When he woke, he squinted in the bright sunlight streaming through the blinds of the room. He checked his watch and stood up to stretch. Derek strode into the room, empty coffee mug in hand.

"Hey, look whose back from the living dead." he greeted Reid.

"Hey." Reid said with a yawn. "Why didn't you wake me?"

"You were sound asleep." Derek said while pouring himself some coffee. He held out the pot to Reid, who shook his head.

"No thanks."

Reid relaxed against the back of the couch, feeling a headache gaining strength. Derek sat beside him and took a sip of coffee.

"Any new developments?" Reid asked, feeling guilty for sleeping so long while the rest of the team had been working. Derek shook his head.

"No. Garcia is on her way here to do some work on the computers we confiscated but other than that, we got nothing."

"Oh. Well, I'd better go see if Hotch needs my help with anything." Reid said before standing up. Derek stood up with him.

"Yeah, back to work."

Derek strode to the sink and put his now-empty cup in it. He turned to see Reid staring at the ground.

"Reid? You okay?" he asked walking over to his friend. He grabbed Reid's arm just as Reid began to sway. He helped the young man sit down on the couch and lower his head.

"Reid?" Derek asked again.

"I'm okay. Just felt really dizzy for a sec there." Reid straightened up.

"You sure? You look kinda pale."

"I'm fine; just tired." Reid insisted. Derek watched as Reid attempted to stand up, noting the stages that Reid made.

First, he stood up. Derek could see that the world was still spinning for Reid but Reid counted to ten with closed eyes and then took one step, determined to overcome the dizziness. Reid took four or five steps to the door where he grabbed onto the door for support. He turned to face Derek.

"See? I'm fine."

"Whatever you say." Derek got up as well and walked past Reid out the door. When Derek was gone, Reid sighed and then, after counting to ten again, turned around in attempt to reach the couch but only made it to the chair in-between. He collapsed into it and closed his eyes again.

"I told you you weren't fine." Derek's voice came from the doorway. Reid quickly opened his eyes.

"I am so fine. My shoe was undone." Reid bent down as if to tie his shoe but the change in altitude hurt his head so much that he straightened up before even making it halfway down. Derek looked on from the door way.

"Uh-huh. Right. Seriously Reid, if you don't feel one-hundred percent, just lay on the couch. If we need you, we'll find you."

"But --" Reid started but Derek interrupted.

"No butts. You won't do yourself any good if you don't listen to what you're body's trying to tell you."

Derek turned and as he was leaving, Reid heard him mutter under his breath,

"You'd think you would know that. You know everything else."

Reid started to protest to Derek's fading silhouette, but quickly realized it was a losing battle. He sighed, admitting defeat to his mind and awarding the victory to his headache, now in full swing, with the prize of going to lie down again. He slowly made his way back to the couch, fell onto it, kicked his shoes off and soon fell fast asleep.

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