FBI's Most Youngest

Chapter 34: Alaska and feeling under the weather

The family stormed onto the jet. They had gone home and re-packed their go backs and were heading to Alaska. Strauss had called them and forced them to go. It was 4am no less! She could've atleast let them sleep a few more hours! Hotch carried a very tired and restless Reid on board. He settled into his usual spot and buckled the two of them in.

"Go back to sleep kid. It'll be awhile until we land." Morgan told the toddler.

"What about *yawn* fa pwofile?" Reid asked.

"We'll worry about that later. I suggest we all get some sleep. We need to be at our best." Hotch laying down with Reid on the couch.

The rest settled into their favorite spots and slept for a few hours. When they were good and rested they began working on the profile.

"The UnSub is female sociopath. Late 20s. Has hallucinations. Could she be suffering from a mental illness?" Emily asked.

"Fa UnSub tould be a drug uter. Lots of drugs tan mate you hallutinate." Reid managed to get out. His thoart felt scratchy.

"You okay kiddo?" Rossi asked.

"Yeah. My foart feels a little tratchy. But I'm otay." He assured his family, who were giving him worried looks. Hotch felt his forehead and relaxed when it was cool.

"You're sure?" Hotch asked. Reid nodded.

"Alright. But promise me you'll say something to any of us if you don't feel good." Hotch said sternly.

"I pwomise." He said.

They got to Alaska and it was freezing. Wrapping their young charge in a blanket they set out to the station. When they got there the Chief was there to greet them.

"Welcome folks. Well now this must be Dr. Reid. Nice to meet you and you guys. Follow me I'll show you to your work station." He said. He led them down the hallway. "Sorry about the cold, Alaska as you know has very short summers and our heaters down. Let me know if ya need something."

"Thank you." Hotch said shaking his hand. He glanced at his charge in Morgans arms. Reid was half asleep. Hotch was beginning to worry about his second son. Even though he said he was fine he could tell when he was getting sick or when he was hurt. Reid would get really quiet, like now and him being half asleep meant he could be getting a fever. But what was causing his charge to get sick? Slowly coming out of his thoughts.

"Morgan. Take Reid back to the hotel." Hotch told him.

Morgan didn't argue he too could tell when his little brother was getting sick. He took the keys from Hotch and off they went despite the little ones protests.

Garcia and JJ took over the map for their little one. Printess and Rossi visited the families of the victims, Hotch stayed behind with JJ and looked at the pictures taken of dumpsites in the mountains. Since there was storm up there they couldn't go there.

Morgan laid Reid down who was now fully asleep. He felt his forehead and it was a tad warm. Morgan sighed. He sat down at the table and began working.

Later that night Hotch checked his charges tempurature for the final time before going to bed. The thermometer beeped after a few minutes, 100.0. Hotch sighed. What made his charge sick all of sudden? He was totally fine before they left the beach. Then it hit him. It was raining at his mothers funeral, and Morgan took Reid outside the one day it storming at the beach. He'd have to keep a close eye on his second son.

Hotch got ready for bed and settled next to Reid.

"I'm sowwy Hotch." Spencer rasped. Hotch wrapped his arms around his charge and held him close.

"It's not your fault Spencer. I'm suprised you lasted this long. Now sleep, you need it."Hotch told him.

The two fell asleep. Hotch however still prepared himself for a long restless night.