Just a moment I wish would have been in Corazón. Thinking of having this a two-shot. Let me know what you think. Until next time!

Although Reid usually sat somewhat secluded from the others, during this plane ride it was even more apparent. He was sitting in the darkest corner of the jet with the shade pulled down and a book in front of him.

"He can't be reading?" Morgan said quietly to Prentiss who sat across the table from him. She looked up towards him and rested her papers on her lap. With eyebrows raised she slightly turned to look at behind her to where Reid was almost hurtled in the corner.

"Him reading surprises you?" She asked turning back to face Morgan.

"No, he isn't turning the pages as fast as usual. And earlier? Come on Prentiss, you have to have noticed how weird he's acting. I mean, he went in to that house without his vest or backup." As Morgan finished what he was saying, Hotch stood and walked to Reid, sitting in the seat across from him.

"Looks like Hotch is ahead of both of us." Prentiss said with a slight smirk, returning her gaze to her report.

"Reid?" Hotch asked, getting the attention of their youngest teammate as he sat.

"Yeah?" Reid asked, closing his book and internalizing a groan at being so conspicuous with his symptoms. It was just so hard to hide, especially from one of the best team of profilers. Reid knew what was coming.

"Do you remember what we talked about after the Owen Savage case?" Hotch began, his stern glare almost bleeding into his stern voice.

As serious as the situation was, Reid gave a grim smirk. As if he didn't remember. As though he hadn't remembered every single victims face, frozen in fear, the blood and the gore.

Seeing the wheels turning behind Reid's eyes, he continued. "Why? Why did you do the same thing tonight? He could have easily told one of us what you found. You could have at the very least kept your vest on." His gaze almost boring into Reid.

After a moment, Reid spoke up. "I am sorry. I was a bit...distracted." He mumbled, not quite looking straight at Hotch. He let his gaze wonder behind his superior where he found Morgan quickly turning his eyes away.

"Yes. That leads me to our next issue. Your headaches." It wasn't a question at all, but a statement. After not receiving a response Hotch steered the conversation again.

"How long?" The edge to his voice had completely vanished which made Reid look up. He no longer saw his austere boss but what looked like a tired father sitting in front of him, with his eyes soft.

"How long have I had them or how long do they last?" Reid finally asked, fully aware of his admission when asking these questions.

"Both."

The atmosphere on the plane was tense, quiet, almost hanging on the edge of each word. "They started 47 days ago. They have been increasing in both frequency and duration. I...I had one earlier, it's still present but it had peaked right before the takedown..."

Hotch was glad that the boy was at least talking this much, although he didn't expect it to last much longer. "How long have you had this headache and have you been to a doctor?"

"This ones been present for just under four days and ten hours. And I'm-" before he was finished he was cut off by the sudden movement of Morgan coming towards him.

"Four days?!" The handsome man asked incredulously, his fists tensing at the pain his friend has had to endure.

Both Hotch and Reid just looked at him a moment. Reid hated being the center of attention but knew that if he didn't give them something they wouldn't stop. He turned back to Hotch saying, "Yes, I've seen a doctor and have had several tests run..." He steeled his nerves, trying to push down the one word that seemed to be edging its way to the forefront of his mind. He was not like his mother. Noticing that the others were waiting for him to continue he ended his inner monologue. "As soon as we get back I have a meeting to discuss the results." He ended.

"I'm coming with." Morgan said, before Hotch had a chance to continue.

"No, you're not." Reid said shortly as the right side of his head started to sear with pain. He ignored his natural response to reach his hand up, trying to end the conversation more quickly.

"Reid, I-" this time Morgan was cut off.

"Morgan." Hotch threw his subordinate one of his famous looks that told the man to cease. "Reid, I'm sorry. You know it's my responsibility to keep this team safe. If one of my agents cannot successfully occupy the field they must be taken from it." Reid kept his gaze on his hands in his lap, but Morgan was anything but calm. Seeing this, a Hotch quickly continued, raising his hand slightly towards his angry agent. "However- if it's understood that things can and will be taken care of, I see no reason to pull said agent." Giving Reid a pointed look he stood to leave.

Reid tried to smile but the silent pain had started to seep through onto his face. He rubbed his eyes trying to put pressure on them. "Reid." He looked up to Hotch. "Would you like one of us to accompany you?"

"No." Was the only answer he gave as he shut his eyes again, placing his fists in them. He knew Morgan would rebuke but Hotch must have given him another look because he was silent. Morgan hovered for a moment and slowly got up and went back to his seat, letting out a soft huff as he sat.

Reid chanced a look up. He saw everyone back in their respective spots. It was almost as if the whole conversation hadn't happened, only, Rossi had given him a sad smile before turning back to his phone.

Reid was left in his dark corner, alone with his dark thoughts. He tried as hard as he could to keep the bad thoughts away and to keep the pain to a minimum, neither of course, working.