This Isn't Your Common Cold (ALL)

[Dr. Spencer Reid]

Reid didn't miss the attitude coming from Matt. He knew that it wasn't just being territorial, this was true dislike, maybe even hate. Hate that Reid couldn't place. He also didn't like the fact that Matthew didn't seem to want to talk to him, instead talking to Morgan and JJ as if he wasn't even there. That hurt, but what really hurt the young agent was when he used the term "Kid". The word didn't really match up with the young agent now that he was almost turning 28, in October, but it still hurt. Actually Reid looked young than he was. At 24 he had looked 14 so what was stopping him for only looking 18 years old? He remembered the days when Gideon would try and stop people from thinking that he couldn't do the job because of his age by say Dr Reid. He doubted the word would stop Matt at all, he already knew that he was a doctor. It was kind of odd the change in behavior. When they were on the island together there had been nothing like this, no snappy comments about his age, he just took what was give to him. Then something changed. It was almost like Spencer had never meet the man standing before him.

When Matt called Reid a Squint it was hard to keep his mouth shut. Looking at the map then back at Grimaldi he said, "Actually geographic profile is our best guess to cast this guy at the moment, with little information to build an actually profile." He said in a matter of fact voice, though he wasn't trying to be a know it all, it was something that he would have said to any police chief if he said something like that. He completely ignored Matt when he confessed that he didn't like him. That just made it more clear to Reid that something was going on, something that even he didn't have the brain power to spare to figure it out. Not when this was happening. He just decided that it would be best if he and Matt worked as little with each other as was possible.

Luckily Hotch decided to join in. Quickly he barked out orders, which Reid was glade to learn that he agreed with his chosen work, having not seen the nod minutes before. Turning away from Matt and the rest of them, only after giving Morgan a look that said, "Be careful." He looked back at the board and waited for the group to go to the hospital so he and JJ could get back to work.

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Kate felt kind of out of place. She had no idea Matt hated Dr. Reid so much. While she didn't mind him, after all he had saved her life. She knew what it was though, and Spencer didn't. It was Krys. Matt had always been protective over her, sometimes to the point of seeming in love, though Kate had figured out that they weren't in love, there was no way. And now it seemed Krys had made a new "friend" and that friend was a guy and Reid was as protective as a father cleaning his rifle by the door. It was kind of annoying. She would have a talk with him when they were alone. The same talk that he would give her if she didn't have her head in the game while undercover. It was the same concept.

Finally Hotch and Matt agreed and they were on there way. It wasn't going to be fun going to the hospital to talk to all those sick people, but she knew it had to be done. Before she followed Matt she looked at Reid and said, "Matt's having his period, don't worry, it'll pass." Then she left the room, a same smirk on her face. In all truth it was kind of like he was.

[Krys Robin]

OOC: Hope this isn't a big deal but everyone on the hospital team I've moved over to Quarantine.. The labrats/data folks can stay on this thread. Make sense?

I've also inserted a bit of a time lapse so the data people don't have to do mundane stuff.))

The eerie glow from the computer screen cast light on Krys Robin's face in the dark lair. All the lights were off making it far more luminous against her fair skin. Quite a few hours had passed since the initial gathering of various agents on her home terf of Counter Terror. Now everyone, aside from a few select data driven people and a handful of supervisors remained behind.

Penelope was in one of their many labs running her own operation while Spencer was stationed more so on the main floor. In fact, Krys hadn't seen either of them since their meeting on the main floor. Of course that was to be expected given the risk and severity of the situation, so everyone was naturally hard at work. But poor Krys had already been up for two days straight (going on three) since the disaster began and her eyes were beginning to hurt and even droop. Even the eighty cans of Amp energy drink she forced herself to down wasn't exactly helping.

Her right hand kept a rhythmic click as she scrolled down every site she possibly could, navigating and hacking away. But soon the various fonts were turning into blurs and she couldn't even read them anymore. She had been informed that she could go home (as everyone was working in shifts) but what was the point? Going home to an empty apartment to sleep while others laid in hospital beds dying? That wasn't even an option, though Krys badly needed the rest her desire to help these people was stronger (and she didn't even know that Lily and Claire were involved yet!).

Her head began to drop and she rested her cheek in her right hand, her elbow on the edge of the desk. To keep herself awake she began to hum a Beatles tune to herself. But really, it wasn't helping. About halfway through 'Hard Days Night' her voice drifted off and there was quiet.

[Dr. Spencer Reid]

Reid and JJ worked hard on the geographic profile. They placed all the points and then JJ went off to do some ground work with the media, try and stop some panic, which was kind of too late. Reid suddenly knew exactly why they tried with all there might not to let things like this get out. People as far as California were panicking. Everyone thought it was the end of the world. That the virus would spread across the states and everyone would get sick and die. Reid was there to stop it. Once they found the UNSUB then they would have the cure, but there was no way he would have made a virus like this with out a cure for himself.

Reid had learned little from the geographic profile as of yet, but there was still things he could do with it, stuff that no one else would have thought. However he had learned that there were at least two UNSUBs, there was no way he could have done all that by himself. And there was no more than five. Reid was also pretty sure that this was a terrorist attack, but most importantly it was aimed at New York specifically. Whether it was the trail run or the main attack Reid wasn't to sure. There was still data that Reid could put in the map. He didn't have it, though. Reid could have gone to either Garcia or Krys, and even though Garcia was his teammate Reid figure that this would be a good time to wish Krys a happy birthday and maybe tell her about his present, since she wasn't going to be going home any time soon to see it. He still wanted it to be a surprise, though, but he also didn't want her to think that he didn't get her anything.

As Reid walked into the computer lab he said, "Hey Kry...' But stopped short when he noticed her head down. She was asleep. And even in this crisis Reid decided that see needed her sleep, she wasn't her best when she was tired. Whether or not she was actually asleep at that moment Reid wasn't sure. he turned to leave but ran into a side table, knocking off a few dozen can's of amp to the floor, causing a very loud noise. If she had been asleep before, she wasn't now. Reid cringed at what he had done.

[Krys Robin]

Her eyes shut a bit tighter when in the back of her head she heard a voice say her name. She wasn't asleep but she certainly wasn't awake either. She seemed to deliberate opening her eyes in an inner battle with herself when the loud crashing of numerous Amp cans caused her to jolt upright, arms held up over her head in a tense, surrendering position. She had no idea what caused the loud sound but by this point she was reacting solely by instinct, no matter how silly it was.

"I'm up! I'm up!" She announced loudly in a shakey voice, her eyes now wide open though she had no idea what was going on. After a few heavy breaths, trying to get herself under control, she slowly peered over her shoulder just in time to see a rather worried and cringing Spencer Reid. Her eyebrow raised and her expression immediately softened as her arms slowly lowered back down. There was no danger here. She knew that for certain whenever Spencer was around.

"Spence?" She blinked a few times before she knocked herself right back into 'work habit'. She actually felt a bit embarassed for him having walked in on her closing her eyes, no matter how badly she needed rest (running on nothing but caffine the last few days). So, feeling quite cornered and out of her element she fumbled to her feet, nearly falling right over by doing so. "I was just... I really wasn't..." Oh gosh, any way she put it, it wouldn't sound right and so, she swallowed all excuses down into the deepest pits of her stomach. "Do you need something?" Hopefully Spencer wouldn't entirely hate her.

[Dr. Spencer Reid]

((ooc: I'll put your idea in motion in a couple of posts, when I find a good spot to do it.))

Reid watched Krys as she freaked out. It was kind of sad to know that he had woken her up, but he also found it funny. She was so jumpy. He kind of wished he could laugh at that moment with out making her feel like crap, but knew that he wouldn't be able to. So he just smiled lightly. "Sorry..." he muttered. She really seemed to need her rest, and based on all the Amp cans around she had been up several days. he decided that she understood this and still decided against sleep so there was nothing he could say to change her mind. he just hoped they could clear this up fast so she could get to bed. Leaning down Reid picked up the dozen cans on the floor and throw them in the trash can, that was no over flowing.

Then he moved closer to her. Nervously fiddling with his hands. He didn't know why he was so nervous but he just was. Maybe he was afraid when he told her happy birthday and about her party and present she wouldn't like it. Bitting his lip he answered her question, "Yeah, can you print me out where all the victim's live, I want to add them to the map, see if there might be a connection some how between that and the killer. If anything it will show us how far each person was willing to go. Or maybe it was a normal place they go to or..." He noticed her was rambling and stopped. Looking at the floor he bite his lip again nervously.

After a short silence he looked up and said, "I also wanted to wish you a happy birthday..." He laughed slightly at the bad joke. Some happy birthday. All those people dying on it. It almost felt like a crime to say something like that on this day. "Well at least I'm happy it's your birthday..." he said awkwardly, but realizing how bad that sounded he added quickly, "I mean.. .well... I''m glad you were born.... um..." he shifted his weight and avoided look at Krys. He wasn't sure what he sounded by saying that but he was sure it wasn't that good. There was another pause as Reid tried to figure out what to say. "Well... I... Garcia... well she's going to be mad at me for telling you this... but I figure it doesn't much matter any more... But we had set up a surprise birthday party for you..." He looked at her a second then looked away afraid that she would be mad. "I know you didn't want a party.. but well... It Garcia... and everyone should have a party...." Pausing he looked at Krys and said, "I also got you a present even if you didn't want you..." Laughing he said, "I think it's better than an ice rink." The smile faded as he continued. "It's at your house now... but I figure you wont be going back there for a while... And I want you to have something happy to hear on your birthday." Reid paused a few moments trying to bring up the courage to tell her. It felt like such a stupid present now. "It's... it's a... um... arcade game... Donkey Kong... Just like the ones you see in the arcade... I figured since you liked playing it so much... well now you can play it went ever you want, and you don't have to pay...."

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[Krys Robin]

"It's alright Spence." Krys offered with a gentle smile. Though she was tired she noticed the awkward, apologetic sort of look that he gave her. She felt a tickling in her upper chest upon noticing it and inwardly felt guilty for feeling such a way at Spencer Reid's own expense. But there was just something about it that made her feel... She wasn't sure. All she knew was that she wasn't sure if she liked it or not because she certainly didn't know what it was.

After a few moments of delay, becoming caught up in her own thought process, she blinked bringing herself back into the living world and somewhat startled, bumbled over her feet and began to help Spencer in picking up the cans. One by one she scooped them up into her arms, subconciously counting them in her head to keep the other thoughts out. Particularly how much she had liked seeing the awkward expression on Spencer's face when he looked at her. What the heck was going on?! She needed it to stop and fast.

It was only when she saw Spencer's shoes right in front of her that she slowly looked up, a stupid, goofy smile upon her own lips. Oh god, what was going on? Must be the lack of sleep... "What is it Spence?" She questioned gently, her brown eyes then looking to his hands which he was currently wringing. Why was that? Her gaze moved back onto his face unsure of what he wanted to say. And apparently, what was causing him so much distress was a birthday wish.

"Me?" She blinked, caught a bit off guard by the fact that someone had actually remembered her birthday. "You remembered?" Krys was pretty hypocritical when it came to birthdays. Everyone else's mattered but hers did not. That was just her thought process having to do with her worth, something she could never quite shake because of her past. It had practically been beaten into her skull, quite literally. There were so many things she could have said but in the end she could only get out: "T-T-Thank you." Still a bit surprised as she clung the few empty cans of Amp to her chest.

The news of the surprise party had her jaw practically dropping. "A p-party? For me?" The young woman who was usually filled with words of various importance, for a moment actually seemed speechless. "You guys didn't need to do any of that." She suddenly murmured before moving to the garbage can and dumping in the cans with a few scattered clangs.

When she heard him laugh she couldn't help but smile to herself. She did really enjoy when he did that. For some reason it made her incredibly happy. Turning back to face Spencer her jaw dropped again upon news of the present that he had purchased for her. "You what?" She nearly tripped over her own two feet as she hurried toward him, her hands reaching up to brace herself against him. "Spence you did what?" Blinking she was now smiling like the excited, tired goof she was. "That's so awesome! Oh my god!" She was too tired to care if she sounded like a girly girl in her excitement.

Without warning she threw her arms around him in a hug. "That's so great.. Oh my gosh!" Pulling away, though still holding onto him she looked right up at his face the happiness quite evident on her own tired features. "I've never had anyone do something like that for me." She confessed without worrying about how it sounded, she was far too touched by the gesture. "You're the greatest Spence."

[Dr. Spencer Reid]

Reid had been dreading Krys' response since the moment he decided that that was what he was going to buy her. Many times he talked himself out of doing it, then went back to the idea. Deep down he knew it was one of the best presents he could have thought of. And that Krys would love it even if it was a worthless drawing. What scared him even more was that she didn't like parties and gifts. She hated when the attention was put on her and that was what he was doing. he was worried that the small gesture would make her feel bad, and even if she didn't say it he would still know. And he didn't want to cause her any kind of pain even with something as little as that.

But when she suddenly was speechless and her face glowed like a young kid of Christmas Reid knew he had made the right choose. His heart felt warm with delight and he felt like it was him that had gotten the gift and not Krys, and in a way he had. It was the young lady's joy, even if he didn't understand why it made him feel so happy. He didn't worry about that now though, he just took in all the sun light he could get before he had to go back to the reality of what was happening. He wanted this moment to last forever.

It was then that Krys embraced him for a huge. It was a wonderful thing. He realized that he had hugged her a few times before, but never had she hugged back, she had acted like it was the worst thing in the world. But this was the really thing, she really meant what it was saying. And it made Reid feel even better that he was smiling like a loon looking down on the shorter women. Blushing slightly at her kind words he said, "It's nothing..." he knew that it must have meant the world to her, though. "I'm sure you would do the same for me." He really had nothing to say. He wasn't good at the whole being the center of attention either and when it was Krys looking at him he found that even harder, after that he might say the wrong thing.

Spencer looked up for just a second from the smiling, joyful face of Krys. But the one second changed everything in an instant. It was the air vent just over all the computers, not three feet from them. Out of it was coming a grey white mist, almost like a fog. Reid's heart stopped as he suddenly knew what it was. The pathogen that was making everyone sick. His heart sank and he knew that if Krys stayed there she would get sick, and if she got sick then she might die, and he couldn't let that happen. The fastest he ever moved was in that moment when he turned around, hugging Krys closer to him, as to move her with him. Her now being closest to the door he pushed her, sending her out of the room, only hoping that it was only coming into this office. Then he moved and shut the door.

"Sound the alarm..." He said coughing as he knew the poison was entering his body. He had gotten her out of the room just in time, he hoped at least. "Their flooding the air vents with the virus..." his voice was panicked. He looked around the small computer lab and felt sick to his stomach if he hadn't been there Krys would have been seating right under the vent, there would have been no chance of her getting away from it.

[Krys Robin]

Looking up at the young man Krys couldn't help but notice how happy he seemed. But why? She couldn't quite put her finger on it and she didn't have any assumptions. She blamed how tired she was from lack of sleep and everything that was going on. It was this lack of energy that was most likely the reason why she didn't see the grey white mist slinking its way through the airvent which was just above where she had just been sitting. It was also from this exhaustion that she was easily pushed right out the door by Spencer without so much as a fight.

With widened brown eyes in absolute shock and confusion she could only blink as she watched Spencer close the door right in her face. At first it didn't register. Her eyes could only dart back and forth in her confusion and her brow furrow with misunderstanding. It was only then that she saw the ominous gray just past his shoulder slinking its way into the room and her own heart sank and then proceeded to beat at a hamster's pace.

"Reid!" She yelled out, only to watch her friend begin to cough as he breathed in the pathogen and now alarm overtook her features and voice, accompanied by panic. "Spence!" Her voice cracked in her cry out to him as she hurried to the large window pane that allowed people to peer into the lab when she was working. "What are you doing? Get out of there!" She smacked her hands against the plexi glass in retaliation, she was panicking, and not because of the dangerous virus in her lab. No, that she could handle. It was merely the man on the other side that worried her.

"Spencer..." Her voice was soft, practically a pathetic whimper when she knew that he wouldn't be emerging any time soon. He was too stubborn for that. Worried brown eyes peered at the young genius as he coughed and she instantly felt sick, though it wasn't because of a pathogen in her body. She was worried sick over him and there was no hiding it from her features. "Please come out..." She felt like a little girl, pleading in a meak voice like she was. "Please?" She knew it was too late, but a small part of her had to try even as she felt a wetness sting her eyes.

"Sound the alarm... Their flooding the air vents with the virus..."

It took a moment for Krys to stop looking at Spencer in disbelief to register what he had said. Finally she gave a curt, short nod and fished her hand into her pocket for her phone. It took a few seconds longer than usual, as her right hand was shaking so badly from nerves and being upset. She had taken to pacing and murmuring little facts to herself in an attempt to keep some control, but it was control that she was quickly losing.

Finally she managed to get it open and called for a 'contamination team' and the ambulance that came with it. Spencer would be transfered into Quarantine when they finally arrived. Turning back to the window pane her face wrinkled again with confusion and hurt. At first the words that she wanted to say became stuck in her throat, so out came the next few rather forced. "I'm mad at you." Hoarse as she pouted.

[Hayley "Chez" Chezaneski]

The young woman ran an exhausted hand through her hair before shuddering a deep sigh and gritting her teeth. The dark haired woman shook her head back and forth once or twice before regaining her composure, the composure that she kept in front of them all. She didn't like the lying, telling the public not to worry, that her team would have everything under control. In reality, she felt as if she herself were losing control, a tailspin that nobody could stop.

Yet, she shook those feelings away, banishing them in a corner as she made her way through the building where she'd worked for the past year and a half. In the time that she'd been there, she'd never seen it so crowded before: this virus threat was something bigger than anything her team had ever faced, and hopefully ever would face.

Hayley Chezaneski - Chez to those on her team - had held the latest press conference only ten minutes before, and was making her way back from that room towards where the rest of the team was. The throngs of people would have bothered her when she was younger, especially the overwhelming amount of men - but she'd gotten used to it, it was tolerable for her now. The outright fear that her father had instilled so long ago had been shoved down, replaced by a certain amount of uncomfortableness that she'd managed quite well.

After all, after a year and a half, nobody on her team knew about her past - about the abduction by her father that had eventually taken her twin brothers life. He'd died of the influenza in that basement, and she'd only been spared by the federal agent that had come a year later to save her life. She'd neve know how much longer she would have survived there. The agent, whose name her memory had covered with scar tissue, trying desperatly to hide the wounds that haunted her - had died that day.

She kept his picture in her pocket, and had ever since the day he'd saved her when she was twelve. Three years locked in a basement under a hotel changes the way that a person turned out, Hayley knew that for sure.

She banished the thoughts from her head, becoming the woman that she presented to her team - the in control, sarcastic Chez. She'd vowed long ago not to show anybody the fearful, vulnerable parts of herself. They were banished deep within.

These people, the Counter Terrorism team, were people that Hayley felt the most comfortorble around, and that was saying something. She'd never feel completly comfortable around the men, she figured, but she was getting closer. And besides, she'd made friends of some of the woman on the team.

She figured her brother would have been proud.

The twenty five year old continued down the hall, finding the area where her team was - Matt had already departed, along with Kate. They'd needed to interview victims, she remembered, at the hospital.

Down the hall, she caught the eye of Krys Robin, the teams technical analyst, and a young man that she was standing with. It was someone that she recognized, because Krys had talked about him quite frequently. Chez was a good listener, and always had been - good at talking things out of people, too. It was her own inner workings that she kept secret, guarded with something akin to the great wall of china. She recognized the man as Spencer Reid - one of the agents that had been on the plane that went down, one that she hand't been on.

That case - the media, the workings of it - had been another case of pure hell.


Hayley tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and braced her nerves. She wasn't as comfortable with Reid as she was with Matt or Jack. The entire BAU was here somewhere, she remembered as she met up with Krys.

"Another press conference bites the dust." She announced to Krys, leaning against the wall. "I heard the next one, the BAU's liaison is joining in. Take a load off of my work schedule, if there's any god in this world. I'm running on empty. When you've got a moment, find me. I need to talk to you." She flashed a tight smile before heading off to her next destination. There was definitly something going on between the two of them, Reid and Robin. Hayley herself had never had a boyfriend, or even been on a date, but the few friends she'd managed to make in high school had. She knew what love looked like.

After all, it had torn her family apart.



ooc// I ended it right there because I didn't know what to do with the infection going through the building. Someone message me and tell me? I don't know if they'll all be staying in the building or if its just in that one room or what...

Feel free to respond to her, though. xD

[Dr. Spencer Reid]

((ooc: I'm not to sure about the virus... I'm going on the thought that it's kind of only going into a few rooms, all of which are closed off and what not, so that no one in the halls gets sick, unless you want Chez to get sick, then we can work something out, but Krys isn't going to get sick, because she already has a lot of stuff going on. Also I'm not to sure where your post matches up with the rest of it, so I'm going to say that it was after Reid shut the door to the office and your character just didn't realize what was going on, so next post you can do that and all. if you don't mind.....))

Reid didn't want to look at Krys. He didn't want her to look at him. He wished that the door had no window so she couldn't see him. He could hear the pain in her voice as she pleaded with him to get out of the room. He couldn't do that, though. If he opened the door than she would get infected to. It was to late anyway, he was already infected, no need to risk her life as well. At least he had gotten her out in time. At least one of them would live. And Reid was glade that it would be her. Controlling his coughing, afraid to scare Krys even more, he shook his head. "I can't do that." And he wouldn't until Krys was either in a bio hazard suit or far away. This was the FBI. The CT unit, it was suppose to be safe! How could Reid know Krys would be safe if not even here was? The thought hurt.

As Krys called for back up Reid let his mind go. This situation felt kind of similar. It was almost the same thing that had happened before with the anthrax. Reid was starting to understand why Morgan was so protective over him. He did get into a lot of trouble. He didn't mean to, it just followed him around. And he was starting to get tired of it. There was only so much that could happen to a person. He still remembered that Krys was okay, and that was all that mattered to him at that moment.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw what was the JJ of Counter Terror. She dealt with the media on their cases. She was actually a lot like JJ, she was calm composed and good at her job. However Reid had noticed that she wasn't to sure about being around him or his teammates, though she seemed fine with JJ and Emily. That was classic abuse symptoms. But Reid had only seen her a couple of times in the last hours. It could have just been the fact that all this was happening. She could have also been just shy, after all Krys was abused by her father and didn't hate guys, but she was shy and kind of awkward. So that just provide that not every thing was about abuse and pain. Maybe it was the virus now quickly pulsing through Spencer's veins that was making him kind of cynical.

"I'm mad at you." The words brought Reid back to reality. Biting his bottom lip he leaned against the glass window. Taking and big breath he looked out at Krys. She seemed so small and innocent at the moment. He hated that she was mad but he knew it had needed to be done. In a small voice barely loud enough to make it through the door he answered, "You should be." He closed his eyes and waited for the ambulance to get there. In the back of his mind he wondered how many other people in the building were sick now? Had it just been a small attack the only made it to the rooms around this one, or was it larger. He hoped for the smaller attack.

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[Krys Robin]

"You should be."

Both of her hands pressed against the plexi glass after she made the phone call, just looking at the man who she cared so much about. Her face looked pained just by looking at him. Like he was an animal behind a cage, an animal she wanted to save. It would be so easy just to reach for the door and open it. But then he'd be angry with her. She was sure of that and that wasn't something she wanted but she didn't want to be alone without him either. Didn't he understand that his life was far more important than hers? He was a genius! A good person! He wasn't worthless! She'd give anything to make him see, to make him understand, to just tell him...

"Please Reid..." She made one final, whispered plea. A foolish part of her still hoped that he'd open the door and let her back in. That maybe he'd change his mind and his genius brain would figure out a way to fix everything that was going on. He was brilliant, he really was. He could do such things, this she was sure of. Krys Robin truly looked upset, a strong contrast to the goofy, troublemaking little smile she often wore. Now, she looked as though her heart was deliberately tearing itself apart.

He wasn't even looking at her and this frusterated her. "Spence." She had raised her voice in an attempt to get him just to look at her. Maybe his eyes would betray him and through silence explain what was going on in that brilliant head of his. But no such luck. There was only sadness. Only confusion. "Why are you doing this?" She forced out in a strained voice that pained her throat just to utter.

When his eyes closed, though he was standing, a rush of unrelenting panic spread through Krys' veins as her eyes widened. Her hands turned into fists and she loudly smacked them against the plexi glass. "Spence!" Her brown eyes sought out his. "Don't you dare." She glared at him, though it wasn't an ill fated one. It was one of panic and yet a determined one. She was not going to be left behind. She was not just going to watch as he slowly wilted into nothing. That was *not* going to happen. Not on her watch.

She knew Hayley was now figuring out what was going on for she heard the sound of her dialing and speaking on a phone. Krys tuned it out however for she was too busy worrying about her dearest friend. But all at once the realization came flooding back and she looked over her shoulder at Hayley. "It came through the vent up there." She pointed against the glass. "He pushed me out but locked himself in. He's so.. STUPID." She turned around and glared right at her friend, not to be cruel but she just didn't understand why he had to do that.

"He can't get sick. He just can't. We have to help him." Turning back to Hayley she could hear the paramedics come rushing down the hall as an alarm sounded. They were all in contamination suits and were yelling for everyone to evacuate. Krys once again tuned it out. "He can't. He's my best friend." Something was stinging her eyes. Was it tears? No, certainly Krys Robin didn't cry. Now a man was pulling Hayley away, trying to get her to leave, one reached for Krys but she turned back to the glass instantly worried over Spencer's state.

"Look at me Spence! Come on." Her breath was rushed and she glanced around nervously desperate for something to help, but she could only come up with one thing. "Did you know that a peanut is not actually a nut? It's a legume." She informed him, just as a larger man's hand found her shoulder and she could only stare blankly at Spencer, her eyes filled with worry and pain. More than she had ever felt, she was certain, and that was saying a lot. "Spence..."

[Dr. Spencer Reid]

Reid didn't reply to anything Krys was saying at first. She was mad at him, he knew that, she had said it. And she had the right to be. It was easy to think that his actions had been stupid. He knew she would never get over what he had done, the danger he had put his life in. He wasn't sure if she could get over himself for it either. He didn't know what to tell her. What could he say? That he was sorry? He wasn't. If the same thing happened again he would do the same thing. And he would do it a thousand times over.

Truth was he didn't know why had had done it. All he knew was that when he saw the grey fog coming he knew he had to do something to protect Krys. The ideal situation would have been if both of them had gotten out of the room. But Reid had known that that wasn't going to happen, so he choose the best next thing. Even if many people would say that he had more right to live just because he was a genius. It was one thing he disagreed at. There were many people that deserved to live more than him, and as far as he could see Krys was one of them. She was younger than he was by about five years and still had so much potential. Sure he was important, but he didn't believe that his life should be judge better than anyone else's. It was his decision in the first place. And if he was going to die he wanted to do so because he had decided that it was his time.

Reid jumped and quickly opened his eyes when Krys banged on the glass. Her eyes were wide with terror and he realized that she was scared. He felt a tear run down his cheek as he watched her, so afraid that he was going to die. "It's okay." He muttered. There was a long pause before he said anything. And when he did his voice was weak and all he wanted to do was cry. He hated to see Krys this way. "I'm sorry, I had to do it... I couldn't let you get sick... I just couldn't, and if that meant me getting sick then I was willing to take that risk." He could see the paramedics coming in the back ground. They were dressed in all white, and the picture looked ominous. Almost like something you would see in a movie. Or a nightmare.

[Hayley "Chez" Chezaneski]

ooc// yeah, reid, that was what i figured too, about the timeline. just wanted to get her in there is all. and no, she's not gonna get sick. she's got too much to do.

"No, my team just thinks I'm Super Woman. They're sadly mistaken, but I like to keep them guessing." The words were spoken with a wry grin to the BAU's media liaison, Jennifer Jareau. Hayley had leaned against a desk to speak to her for a moment, and they'd gotten into the conversation of their jobs.

"Sound the alarm..."

Chez spun around to face where she'd only passed Krys and Reid moments before. How much could have changed in those short seconds? The young woman knew well the sounds of sheer terror, they were a familiar foe. Not only had she encountered them so many times on the job, but she'd been in the situations herself.

If she'd thought that the area before had been hectic, it was a highway of traffic now - bustling people, on their phones, calling the HazMat team ... why did Krys' Reid have to be the one to be infected? The more people that entered the room, the more that her skin crawled. She was used to large crowds, yes, but the large crowds she was used to didn't normally push her or come in contact with her. She took a deep breath through her nose and stepped forward towards the CT's technical analyst.

The woman was pounding on the glass, her eyes watering - like Chez, Krys wasn't one to cry, at least not in front of others. "Krys, back up. There's nothing you can do." It was a familiar situation to her - being powerless, and she didn't like it. She shoved the vulnerability back inside her as Krys began to tell her what had happened. Hayley's throat closed painfully.

"He's a guy, Krys. Most guys are stupid." The words felt stupid once they'd left her mouth. The kind of stupid that she spoke of wasn't one that she would be familiar with, never having even been out on a date. It was hard to be on a date when you were as wary around men - or, as she had once been, downwright fearful - as she was. It was only pushed back now because of years of practice.

"He can't get sick. He just can't. We have to help him!"

"KRYS. There's nothing we can do. You can't go in there, and neither can I. /Now/, Krys, before I bodily drag you from this door. I'm strong enough to do it." There were many versions of Hayley - the one that she showed to the media and to most strangers, the one that was calm and calculated, resourceful, her media face. There was the one that she showed nobody - the vulnerable one, the part of her that she wished had died back in that basement. There was the version she showed to people who got in her way - a coiled spring, don't mess with me.

And then there was the version that she put on now, the one that she showed most of the time. It was the one that was guarded, her innermost demons never in the public eye, it was the one that was sarcastic and witty, and protective of friends, the one that made her team think she was super woman, as she'd told JJ only moments before. That was the version she showed now.

"Krys, they can't get to him if we don't move." She could see the look on Reid's face - it was intensly familiar. It was the same exact look she'd seen on her brother Ryan's face as he'd slowly died from influenza. Protective.

A man's hand pulling her away startled her, making her jump, and she cursed outloud, wishing she hadn't shown weakness like that. Let the behavioral analysis in that room chalk it up to her being high strong at the moment, she hoped.

"Get your hands off of me or I swear I'll have someone on you like fur on a dog. I'm moving." Hayley said, attempting to drag Krys with her. "Now, Robin."

[Krys Robin]

She felt her throat pulse and strain, even quiver and it took all of her might not to vomit right there. It pained her so much to see Spencer in that position. To see him sad, to be so upset with him, to watch him slowly become infected with what could very well kill him. No! She could not let that happen! But currently she felt too upset to even think, let alone to help. They were separated by plexi glass and yet she felt worlds away. Her nose mere whisps away as if trying to press against his (from the way he was leaning against the door).

Someone reached for her arm again but she roughly shrugged them right off. Amidst the commotion she tried to seek out solace in her friend's eyes which seemed to be just as upset as hers were. "You shouldn't have done that. You shouldn't have-" She shook her head becoming eeasily overwhelmed with everything that was going on to the point where she may start spurring her random facts to calm down. Either way she looked horribly stressed and about ready to make herself sick than to be escorted out. Not a good scenario at all. Her hands ran over her scalp and through her brown hair as her face contorted.

"KRYS. There's nothing we can do. You can't go in there, and neither can I. /Now/, Krys, before I bodily drag you from this door. I'm strong enough to do it."

"No!" Her head snapped around and for once there was a frightening glare to her. She did not want to budge. She did not want to leave him and she'd duke it out and lose if she had to. "I can't leave him alone!" She practically yelled as the men were now forcably grabbing them, she managed to weasel out of grasp again. Pleading with Hayley, praying that she would understand. Out of everyone on the CT team her and Jack were the most relatable. They understood feelings. They had to.

"We can't just leave him." She forced out again as she manuevered toward the door and the plexi glass pane, her hands moving to rest their, quite tense. She hated that she couldn't think clearly. Her thoughts weren't processing correctly. She could barely even form words as she stared at him and her eyes were wet and yet no tears fell. She wasn't a big crier, but this was bringing her to the point of it though it didn't exactly happen. "I can't leave you alone." Krys would never do that to a friend. Especially Spencer Reid. People needed people. Plain and simple. She didn't want to turn him over to people in terrifying bodysuits who he didn't know. Who would poke and prod him, though really they were just trying to help.

"It's okay."

"It's not okay." She managed to get out softly, her own voice barely holding on as she saw a tear slide down Spencer's cheek. Her heart broke and she felt sick all over again. "It's not okay at all." Her bottom lip quivered with the threat of a sob. Not even realizing it she lifted her hand to wipe his tear, only to come into contact with cool plexi glass. Her hand initially stiffened and then flattened, as if trying to touch him but to no avail.

Her body now felt shakey and her voice came out only in a whimper. "Don't lie to me Spence." She shook her head as she removed her hand from the glass. "It's not going to be okay. I know it's not. I may not be a genius but I know that much." She couldn't even wipe at her face for soon one of the larger man had no choice but to forcably grab her in an attempt to escort her out.

Most people would have been intimidated and left. But not Krys. Shocked by this touch, let alone by a much larger man she instantly went into panic mode. She was quite hypocritical in that sense, alright when she touched someone but when they touched her first she tended to freak out. Right now, mixed in with the stress, was an explossive combination. The very look of fear spread over her features and her whole body tensed as she cried out, cringing. "No!" But the man's arms was practically around her. Flashes of her father darted across closed eyes.

"Let go! Let go!" She squirmed a bit, even kicked her body out but the man was too strong and was set on getting her out of the building. But Krys was scared not only because of the touch but for Spencer who she knew was right in front of her even though her eyes were closed. Her hands tried to pry the man's arms off of her, her breathing becoming shallow but his grasp was too firm.

Finally she just gave into the panic and ran her hands repeatedly through her brown hair. "Dogs hate walking backwards. Color is the refraction of light. Killer Whales are actually dolphins." Fact after fact came from the overwhelmed data analyst as she tried to tune everything out. It was all she knew how to do. And she was worthless.

[Dr. Spencer Reid]

((ooc: I'm going to do a little power playing with JJ since she hasn't been on but she should be part of this.))

Reid tired not to lose control as he watched Krys fight with Chez and then the men in suits. She didn't want to live, and he understood that. She needed to know that Reid was okay. He would have done the same thing, but he didn't like it. He wanted Krys gone, somewhere safe. Out of new York if it was even possible. She couldn't be around any more. He didn't want to watch him die. he couldn't put her through that. But he also wanted her to be there. She was his security blanket. She knew what to say and when to say it, even if she didn't know it. Just seeing her made Reid feel better. It was a conflict in emotions that was driving Reid crazy.

Behind Krys and Chez Reid could see JJ standing a few feet back. her eyes were wide was horror at what was going on. Reid's heart sunk as he thought of all the people, not just Krys and JJ, that he was hurting by doing this. Morgan, Hotch, Rossi, Emily, and Garica, all of which would have to go through a familiar pain that Spencer had put them through so many times before. The worry of their friend dieing or not. The men in suits made it to JJ and though Reid couldn't hear he knew they were telling her she had to leave, and she was saying much the same stuff Krys was saying to Chez. JJ looked over at the window and Reid nodded, telling her that he was okay, and she could leave. And she did, following one of the white suited men out of view. Reid wasn't hurt by how quickly she gave in, how could he. She wasn't thinking about herself, but about her son. If JJ got sick she would be leaving Henry and Will behind, a risk that no one needed to take. If she hadn't been a mother then Reid knew she would have forced them to let her stay, at least a little longer.

Turning back to Krys he noticed she was trying to get as close to him as she could. Lightly he placed he's hand on the glass almost like the two hands were touching. He wished he could feel her now, her soft skin. Pushing that thought away he could tell that she didn't want to go even more. The men in the suits came up and grabbed her, and she freaked out. The sight burnt a hole through Reid. He hit the glass a few times, trying to get her attention, knowing that she was having a panic attack because of the touch. Her life story ran through his head and he thought he knew what she much have been seeing, feeling. "Krys!" He shouted. "Krys, it's okay!" That's when she stopped and started repeating facts. She was calming down, that was a good sign. "Krys, you have to go with them, Please. If you get sick to then this would have been for nothing." He said referring to him getting sick. he had done it to save her, so she couldn't get sick also.

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