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Spencer was having quite a terrible day. It was a quiet day at the office, just getting through the paperwork, and normally Spencer enjoyed these days, even enjoying the teasing of his colleagues. But today, for the third time this week, he had a really bad headache that kept him from thinking clearly.
After taking more than a minute to read a single page, he decided it was time to go get another cup of coffee. However, all his patience came to an end when, upon returning to his desk in the bullpen with the hot coffee, he tripped and his favorite mug along with the coffee landed on the office carpet and on his converses.
"Woah, clumsy, you okay?" Morgan asked, seeing the commotion.
But Reid couldn't look up from the ground, not making any kind of movement, which started to worry the rest of the team. Even Rossi and Hotch, who were talking in one of the offices together, came out when they saw the scene, with the idea of helping the youngest agent.
After two long minutes, Reid finally spoke. "You know, I thought I could have this. I thought I could have a simple coffee in my favorite cup. Because all my life I didn't get anything" Spencer began to speak, in a low tone of voice. However, before anyone could intervene, the doctor continued to speak. "I didn't have a mother who could raise me, and my father decided to abandon us because that was the easy way. But I didn't have an easy way, I was trapped in this life. I was trapped in high school days full of beatings. But despite everything, I managed to get by, when I was just a child and had to worry about paying bills and putting food on the table. And in ways I don't even want to remember I got into college, and I got to become an FBI agent but then I had to be kidnapped, tortured, drugged against my will, poisoned, shot and a thousand other things. So after surviving everything, having suffered more than any person in a normal life can suffer, I thought that in one fucking quiet day I could have a fucking cup of coffee in a day I have the worst headache ever. But no! How is Doctor Spencer Reid ever going to get what he wants. He will never, absolutely never, get anything, even if it's just a stupid cup of coffee!" Spencer finished his speech shouting, with tears beginning to fall from his eyes.
No one dared to speak, neither moved. "Oh god, I'm so sorry, I don't know what go into me. I'm so so sorry I would clean everything. I god I had a really bad headache, I'm so sorry" He whispers, tears streaming uncontrollably down his face.
"Spencer" Hotch said slowly, voice soft, finally coming out of his astonishment. But before he could continue, he was interrupted by the sobbing doctor. "Sir, I'm so sorry, it won't happen again, just oh god it hurts so bad and it was all to much and I'm sor-"
"Hey, shhh, shhh, it's okay, I've got you, I promise" Hotch says quietly, hugging the sobbing Spencer.
"Hotch" Spencer cries "I just had a full meltdown because of coffee because it hurts so bad" His voice weak and hoarse
"I know, I know" Hotch soothes. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Spencer"
"I'm so stupid. I'm so sorry I caused all this, you all can get back to work now, I'll clean everything and continue with the files, I promise" Spencer says, looking at the team with those puppy dog eyes now filled with tears.
"Oh baby boy, your lethal weapon is not going to work on us today. Don't make those eyes at us because you are going to rest, we will take care of the rest"
Spencer wanted to protest, but before he can, he feels a stronger wave of pain in his head, so he doubles over, pressing the heels of his hands hard against his eyes, trying to somehow relieve the pressure.
"Okay, that's it, we are getting you out of here. C'mon, you are gonna rest on the couch in my office till I can get you home" Hotch murmurs, taking hold of Spencer's waist and lower back, helping him stand so he can guide him to his office. Spencer finally relents and lets Hotch take control. After all, it's not the first time he's trusted him. Of all the team members, he trusted him to save his life in that shed. And he did, so how could he not trust him in something as simple as guiding him.
Shortly after being successfully laid down on the couch, lights already off, a soft knock-knock was heard.
"Spence, babe, I've brought you Tylenol and a glass of water" Emily says, gently running her fingers trough Spencer's hair.
"And I have brought you the softest blanket I could find from my office and my best pillow" Garcia gently adds, placing the blanket, taking advantage of the fact that Spencer had risen a bit to take his medicine and then covering him with the blanket.
"Thanks" Spencer whispers "I'm really sorry for that childish scene. I'm really embarrassed. It just hurts so bad I don't know what to do" New tears start running through his face.
"I know" Hotch says, feeling helpless "But we'll figure it out. I'm not going anywhere, I promise"
"My sweet angel baby, now you just rest here with boss man and remember that we all love you very much. You have us by your side at all times" Penelope says and Emily leans in to give Spencer a forehead kiss.
"Rest Spencer, everything will be just fine" She whispers and the two women leave the office.
"Will you sit here with me, please?" Reid asks Hotch. "Of course, Spencer, I'm right here, not leaving you" He murmurs, voice soft and soothing.
And when Morgans goes to check on Spencer hours later, he finds him asleep with his head resting on Hotch's lap. His boss is working on the files while absentmindedly, like it was an instinct, he strokes Reid's hair. Together, they manage to drag a mostly sleeping Spencer to the car and Hotch takes him to his house, willing to take care of him for the rest of the night