Quarantine [Reid's Room]

[Krys Robin]

OOC: Moved over from Quarantine.))

Krys Robin frowned, obviously displeased with how Spencer was acting though really he was just reacting in the best way that he knew how. Usually Krys would have been okay with this but she had grown to care a great deal for the young man in the time they had known one another. Krys cared about everyone but with Spencer, for some reason, it was different. She didn't think the way she did about Matt, or Hayley, or Kate, or Morgan, or Penelope, or Hotch, or even her own family. Each degree of care was different in variation and yet with Spencer it was a whole new type completely! Inwardly it perplexed her and unfortunately she had absolutely no one to really talk about it with so that she could figure out what it all meant.

Currently she only knew for sure one thing: For such an intelligent young man Spencer Reid could be so stupid sometimes. Moving around like he was, thinking that it would make things better by getting up and moving which would really just make him worse! Even if it wasn't a true assumption at all Krys was still worried for the benefit of her friend whom she treasured. No, today and perhaps every day from now on (or maybe even since that day in the arcade) she would protect Spencer Reid with all of her might.

She felt him shiver even through the bulky suit she was wearing and noticably frowned. Was he getting worse? Krys wasn't a doctor so she wasn't qualified to make those assumptions but she was a human being and therefore qualified to worry. "Spence, you can't help. You need to rest." She told him with a frown, but she knew that he'd probably ignore her, something that frusterated her even more. "You're just going to make yourself worse."

"I'm sorry but the only way to ensure I live..." he felt sick when he said this. "...is to keep working.... I have to figure out where the UNSUB is.... I was so close."

The analyst could only look at him in quiet with her gentle brown eyes that seemed almost sad as of late. There would be no point in fighting with him, lately it seemed that Spencer was becoming more confidant and therefore more stubborn: like her. Then again maybe he had always been this way. Maybe it had been lying just beneath the surface.

"Okay." She couldn't force out much more of a response than that at first. She had no choice to believe him because she trusted him. There was no telling what the virus was doing to his body, his system, his brain. Was it slowly eating away his insides? She cringed at the thought, she didn't want to picture something like that happening to Reid. She may have given in and therefore given him what he wanted BUT she of course had to be stubborn and stick to her guns. "Then I'm going to help." She affirmed with a nod looking the young man straight in the eye as if he dared to challenge her.

[Derek Morgan]

Derek Morgan was familiar with this situation; no matter how many times he went through it, he would never get used to it. Visiting a fellow agent in the hospital wasn't something that Morgan ever wished to do, but knew would happen again. It was an unfortunate part of their job - danger, danger that would always be there. Agents got shot, agents got kidnapped, agents got killed.

This, though, this disease, was something different entirely. It wasn't the usual danger that was present for one of their agents - and unlike if he'd been shot, there was no fix for this. They didn't have a cure. All they had were painkillers - painkillers that Morgan knew his friend wouldn't take.

For once, it wasn't their unit cheif that led the trek - Morgan was impatient, and his strides took more ground. He knew that Hotch was beginning to trail behind him, but he didn't care. His heart was pounding, he felt nauscious. It brought to mind the time that Reid had been infected with anthrax - and that time, they'd been so much closer to finding a cure for it. In this time, they had nothing, they'd only just started their case.

They would need to work double time now.

He'd known he should have stayed - he'd been afraid that Garcia or Reid would get infected.... and then his mind went over the information that they had learned from the CT's media liaison, his heart started pounding even faster.

The HazMat had thought it had been contained to just that and a few other rooms... but the room that Reid had been in had been a technical analyst's lab. What if ...

no. He refused to think that way right now, because thinking that way wasn't gonig to help Reid, Or morgan for that matter - he didn't think he could survive both of them being sick.

Still, he turned towards Hotchner. "We need to find out how many other rooms were infected, Hotch. And who was in them." His eyes told the story of his worry.

He should have stayed. For God's sake, he was the one going out on the field and Reid was still the one who got sick?! Perhaps Morgan could have survived... but Reid? What kind of chance did Reid really have fighting this? He'd take it from him in an instant.

In reality, Morgan knew that Reid had the same chances of surviving it as he did, but he couldn't help but feel as if he didn't. Morgan couldn't lose Reid, not like this. He'd never had a brother, and Reid was the closest thing to a brother that Morgan had ever had. Sure, he teased him constantly - but the kid knew no harm was meant by it.

The door loomed before them - room 419. He'd heard that for the moment, he had no other occupant in the room, and that relieved Morgan. He couldn't have dealt with another person at the moment. Gripping the handle the best as he could through the HazMat suit he wore, he pushed open the door and held it open for Hotch before facing his best friend.

Immediatly, his throat closed. Reid was connected to so many wires and tubes, he hardly wanted to believe that it was the BAU's youngest agent there, before them.

But it was, and Morgan couldn't deny that. The confirmation that Morgan needed was standing right there - Krys Robin, the CT's technical analyst. Morgan knew that Reid had very likely saved her life not more than a few hours ago, and he couldn't help but wish he'd been there to push Reid out of the room himself.

That was the second time now that Morgan had failed in saving Reid from sort of disease. He knew that, in reality, Reid had been there and Morgan had been here, there was nothing he could have done.

But his mind still said it anyway.

"What'd you do now, Reid?" Morgan asked, moving forward to pull up a chair by the side of the bed. His voice was teasing - heck, this was no time for teasing, but Morgan always tried to lighten the mood. "Tried to be a superhero, huh?"

[Dr. Spencer Reid]

Reid watched Krys carefully, though he avoided looking into her eyes. It was just something he couldn't deal with at this time. There was so much going on right now that he felt lost. His mind was a labyrinth that he couldn't get out of. Thought after thought raced through his mind. What would happen if he did die? What would that do to Krys? To Morgan and his team? And what if he lived? How would he deal with this. He could tell himself a million times that there was thought to worry about, that he had lived and that was all that matter. But he knew that wasn't true. After being abducted he had compressed all his fears and that hadn't turned out to well. What would this near death experience do to him? How much more of this could he take? One could only take so much abuse before he cracked. What if this was his breaking point?

When Krys answered he didn't say anything. He felt guilty for putting her through this. he wished that she didn't have to see him like this as he went into another coughing fit. It hurt, but he knew that it was only going to get worse. He would start bleeding internally and outward. By no means did he think that that would be very pleasant. And even if the bad got worse and worse he would still refuse the pain drugs. He could never go back to the way he was before. he had tried so hard to get himself to where he was today, he wasn't going to go and through that down the drain now.

It wasn't until Morgan walked into the room that the silence was broken. He looked at the other man and felt his heart jerk again. The man looked like hell. He was so worried, and Reid knew that he blamed himself even if there was nothing he could have done to prevent him from doing what he had. Reid was actually glade that Morgan hadn't been there, if he had it would have been him in the hospital bed not him. If Krys thought that Reid was stubborn he would love to see what she thought of Morgan, because he was sure he wouldn't take to given being in the hospital. The first chance he would get he would break out, just because he could.

Reid knew that he should get started with work now, and figure this out. But he also knew that each of them needed a chance to get over the fact that he was sick. Right then Reid decided that he was going to try his best to make everything believe he was okay, even though he could now feel the fever starting to raise. He was getting colder by the minute and only wanted to wrap up in blankets, but he knew that would scare them all. He also decided that he was going to let everyone have a few moments with him before he went back to work. After all if Morgan and Hotch could take off from interviewing then he could stop for a few as well. He also agreed that the teasing in Morgan's words was just what he needed in that moment. It was one of the things he loved about the other man.

"Just a little." he answered with a smile. Quickly he was able to fall into the fun, humorous ways of Derek Morgan. Which wasn't hard. "I thought, 'What would Morgan do?' and did it." He tried to laugh but instead was sent into another fit of coughing, that he tried very hard to stop, as to not worry the others in the room.

[Krys Robin]

Now Spencer Reid probably never had a bodyguard in his life, and if he ever did he probably would have pictured them much more muscular than Krys was. But it seemed that he was stuck with the 5'3 data analyst because her feet showed no sign of moving as she now stood along his bedside. She was purposely trying not to touch him out of worry that would upset him more therefore causing him to hack and wheeze which was something she didn't want. She didn't wish to cause Spencer any more harm because now she was blaming herself for what had happened to him. Why did he have to shove her out? Why couldn't it have been the other way around? Or her by herself? Any scenario that didn't have Spencer in a hospital cot, sick.

Sad brown eyes watched Spencer as he sat on the bed alone. He didn't want her help, she knew that (or at least guessed that much) but she still couldn't bring herself to leave no matter how uncomfortable the contamination suit was. She wanted to be there for him. It was such an undescribable nagging emotion that kept her glued to the spot even when Derek Morgan entered which gave her a little break from staring at the young genius as her eyes fell upon the agent.

"Agent Morgan." A simple, very quiet greeting, very unlike how she would usually greet the man with a large, bright smile like a small child eager for what games the day would consist of. No, now she had a more solemn look to her. The entire weight of the world felt like it was on her shoulders especially with how Spencer was avoiding even looking at her, something that hurt the analyst more than she would let on. In silence she looked to the floor with a heavy sigh, though she wasn't trying to draw attention to herself. It just hurt. Right now, her entire chest hurt. As the two teammates exchanged words Krys felt herself battling the urge to speak up, and eventually she gave in when Spencer went into a fit of coughing.

Looking to Morgan not even so much as glancing at Spencer the analyst had on a serious, yet tired expression. "He won't take any meds. He won't rest. He won't do anything." Krys didn't know Spencer's history, much of it anyways, which was strange because he always made her open up about things so she had no idea to his reasoning as to why he wouldn't do any of those things. So she could only do one thing and that was assume and blame it on his stubborness. "He's just going to make himself worse." She frowned, shaking her head in disbelief and out of lack of any other words to say she looked to the ground before separating herself from the two men and walking to the far side of the room so she could calm down.

[Derek Morgan]

"Reid, I don't know which line of thought is worse, mine or yours." Morgan said, the patented smile on his face not reaching his eyes. He couldn't help but feel even guiltier, even though he knew the kid was just joking. "We'll need to develop a new line of thinking, kid. The Safety First line." He shook his head, the smile fading from his lips as Krys spoke.

"Reid, if only I had taken the bet on 'Things Reid Will Do/Not Do. I'd be a rich, rich man." He rolled his eyes, but an icy feeling of fear and anger had settled in his stomach, and he sent a discreet look holding those feelings in his eyes toward Reid. He knew exactly why the kid wasn't taking any pain medication, and he couldn't even give Krys the relief of telling her why. He couldn't betray Reid's trust like that, but he could do something. "I'll talk to him about that. I promise." He sent a warning look towards Reid. He knew how Reid would take to that conversation, but Morgan had to try anyway. "Your friend, Agent Chezaneski, is going to interview with your team." Morgan told her, with a quick nod. He knew that the girl had driven her there.


ooc// I don't like this post, but it's here. So we'll deal.

[Dr. Spencer Reid]

Reid stopped coughing and tried to smile through the pain in his throat. Who knew that coughing could be so painful. In a slightly weaker voice he answered. "I think that might be a good idea," He said. It actually as a great idea to think safer but they both knew that this was the job, there was no way to stay out of danger working with the kinds of people that they did. One way or another someone in the team was going to get hurt, and as of yet that person seemed mostly to be Reid. Spencer wondered why that was, was he doing something wrong or what? he smiled again at that thought. But he couldn't think of anything to say. He could see the worry on his face, and knew that this wasn't making it any better. They had to get away from the topic of Reid being in the hospital again. Yet that was the only train of thought that Reid could go on.

That was when Krys spoke up about Reid not taking any medication. He knew that he should tell her, explain to her way he couldn't, but he figured that story would only make the situation worst. Maybe he could ask the doctors to give him sugar water so she would think he was talking pain meds. One day he would tell her the story of Tobias, and his drug addiction, but now was not the time. She had to much to worry about now. Reid was actually glade when Morgan said he would try, at least that would make Krys feel better, and right now her pain was the only one he wanted to get rid of. He also knew that he could refuse the drugs from Morgan and he would understand why, even though he wasn't really looking forward to the conversation. Reid was really just like those few months to disappear and never be thought of again by anyone he knew.

Pushing that thought away he decided to not mention it again as long as he could. Luckily it seemed Morgan had the same thought to change the subject. Reid looked to Morgan and asked, "Have you guys learned anything else? I've figured that there are no more then five UNSUBs, but no less than two...." he said giving only a little of what he actually had figured out in the time they had been away.

[Derek Morgan]

"There's always the possibility that the UnSubs are a couple, trying to revenge against someone or a group that they felt did them wrong. Or, it could be a terrorist group." There were countless other possiblities for the combination as well, and they didn't have enough information to rule any of them out. All that they did know that it was next to impossible for only one UnSub to have commited all of these crimes in such a short period of time. "We'll need to find if there's more than one place of origin, besides the theatre ... I'll get Garcia on that." Morgan had said 'we' to let the younger agent feel included, but he'd have to talk the kid out of wanting to help like that. There was no way he could keep himself alive and work at the same time. Perhaps they could give him a laptop, something .... connect him to Garcia, have him help that way, but other than that, there wasn't much that Morgan felt he was willing to let Spencer Reid do.

"Look, kid, you've got to get well - and you," He said, pointing a finger at Krys Robin. "You take off that suit, and there are four people out there willing to glue it to yoou and make it your second skin. Understand? Because I don't want to have somebody tail you. Getting yourself sick? Will do nothing."

[Krys Robin]

In hearing Derek Morgan turn his attention on her Krys focused her gaze back up, trying to lose any worried expression that may have lingered in it. Already she as being lectured, told a thousand times of what not to do. And of course it was already the one thing that she had made up her mind about... Or would in the coming minutes. She couldn't allow Spencer to be alone in this. She couldn't just watch her best friend in the whole world disintegrate. She couldn't handle that. So either way she would go down with him and stay by his side. Team be damned. She cared for them all too but with Spencer, for some reason, it was different.

"Alright." She responded quietly. A lie but she wasn't completely sure of the truth in this moment. She had never really lied before. She never had reason to. And now here she was doing it to a man who had been nothing but kind to her, who had given her no reason to. A twinge of guilt ripped through her but it was shortlived because her eyes fell upon the suffering Spencer again. The reason behind half of what she did lately. More than she would have liked. Spontaneity was lost when you cared about someone. This she was learning to ring true more than any of her random facts.

She looked to the young man longer than she should have which would make it painfully obvious (at least to Derek) how she felt, because she completely tuned everything else out for a few long seconds. Not saying a word, just looking. When Derek left she would once again try to get Spencer to rest no matter how much he argued. She would keep on him. It was too late, she was attached. She cared and she couldn't let him hurt, not while she was around.

[Dr. Spencer Reid]

Reid hated feeling worthless. Reid knew there was so much for the geographic profile that was now being pushed from his brain but the virus. He felt sick and suddenly felt like he had to throw up, but he forced it back, afraid to let Morgan and Krys see him in such a state. He wished they would leave and let him be, he couldn't very well be sick in front of them, but he couldn't fight it that much longer either. "I think New York was the target." he said and knew they pain was apparent in his voice, and he hated it. He quickly looked at Krys, afraid that she would have heard it, actually he was sure that she heard it. But he didn't want her to have. Nor did he want Morgan feeling any worse. Both of them seemed to forget the fact that Reid had free will, and had chosen to do what he had, and he would have done it a million times over. He only wished that he had the chance to do so.

Then Morgan went off on Krys about not taking off the suit and he was happy for that. He knew that she might not have taken his pleads seriously, but he knew that she would understand Morgan, after all he was more forward then he was. And if she did he could actually do something about it. Reid couldn't, there was no way he could be mad at her. Especially because he wasn't sure he would have listened to her if it was the other way around. She seemed to get the point, but then he wasn't sure if he could believe anything that she said. Yet he didn't know her to lie, so he had no reason to believe that she would lie now either.

Spencer leaned back, not sure what to say at the moment. He wasn't good at this whole hospital bed talk. That was when the urge to vomit over came him and he quickly leaned over the bed, luckily to a trash can beside the heart monitor. (It seemed the Doctors had thought of everything.) he vomited, all to aware of Krys standing only feet away, and Morgan on the other side of the bed. It took several minutes for the urge to stop, and by the time he was done he had gotten rid of the small lunch... or had it been diner?, that he had managed to eat while on the job. Along with the four cups of coffee he had drank. He turned back on his back, afraid to look into the basket and see if there was blood in his stomach. He doubted that it would work that fast, but you could never be true. He closed his eyes, nit wanting to look at his two friends.

[Derek Morgan]

Morgan swallowed at Reid's words - the kid was a genius, and he knew what he was talking about. And while most of the BAU had suspected it, somehow, hearing Reid say that he thought the target was New York made it all the more real. A target against a single person or a single group was one thing - it was more manageable. But a target as an entire city ... that was a problem.

Someone had pissed these men (or, though less likely, women) off, and he couldn't imagine what they had percieved as the injustice against them. He knew that UnSubs didn't have to have a reason that made sense to the rest of the world - only to them.

Morgan remembered a year or so ago, when the UnSub who had placed the bomb under Kate's car - ending in her death and Hotch's slight loss of hearing - they'd thought that New York City had been the target then, too. But it hadn't been, in the end. Terrorism had been the diversion, and the man under secret service protection in that hospital had been the real target. They couldn't rule anything out just yet, nothing was that easy. Ruling things out were how people got hurt ... how people got killed.

"We figured as much - can't rule anything out yet, though." Morgan said, trying to sound as if he were talking to Reid under normal working circumstances, in a situation where nothing was normal at all. Morgan felt as if nothing would be normal, not until he knew Reid was going to be alright and that nobody else in the BAU or CT had been infected over at the headquarters. Again, he couldn't help but think of Penelope. The day that she'd been shot had been by far one of the worst days of his life.

Morgan's heart twisted painfully as he saw the younger agent turn and wretch into the gabadge can that had been thoughtfully placed by his bed. He saw the pain in the kid's eyes as he tried not to look at either Krys or Morgan. If Krys hadn't been there, he probably would've pat Reid's back or sat next to him, but she was, and Morgan could see the way that he felt about her. He could see it in the way that he sat, the way that his movements centered around her.

Heck, he was a profiler, after all.

[Krys Robin]

Krys stood rather still as the two men spoke. They were old friends and teammates afterall, in her mind their bond came first and foremost, afterall, Spencer had known him longer. Krys had a real little brother and though the family ties were strained she wouldn't have traded him for anything in the world and she was sure this was true for Spencer and his 'fake' brother. Krys rather liked Derek Morgan. He was goofy, had a good sense of humor, was strong, and was good to Penelope (who Krys idolized), so this made him a-ok in her book. Though, in all honesty, everyone pretty much got a good rating in her book.

It was only when the sound of Spencer wretching took over the room that Krys blinked and showed a hint of a new emotion, a more stubborn look that often overtook her expression when she was on a case in front of her computers busily typing away. So, her friend was going to sit there in that cot and lie to her about not being sick then puke right then and there? No, this wasn't going to fly.

Shaking her head Krys immediately closed the distance between the three of them and moved to grab the waste paper basket only, with the darn contamination suit on she was having difficulty picking it up. Becoming frusterated she shakily tossed it aside before moving to pick up a nearby tray (usually used for urinating but it hadn't been used yet.. obviously) and attempted to pick that up. Once again it slipped through her gloved fingers and Krys gave another frusterated huff and tossed it with a light clang back onto the tray top.

The final attempt at assistance was her trying to pick up a small bag, maybe Spencer could use this. Once again it was difficult to clasp and all at once Krys gave into her frusteration and passion, as she tended to, and hurried hands pulled the gloves off before, despite the protests from the other two men (if any), tugging her 'helmet' right off feeling the blast of cool air enter her lungs. With a short exhale she nodded her head to no one in particular as to her action. There. That was much better.

Since that had already been done, and she probably risked getting in deep trouble with Matt and Hayley (which honestly outweighed death in her very common sense lacking brain), she decided the suit was next and after a moment or two of loud rustling and murmuring under her breath she stood in front of both men, her back facing them, in her earlier regular street clothes. Turning back around to face Spencer her brown eyes, which had been so firm, momentarily faulted as if realizing what she had done, or more so, how he felt about it. But it was too late to do anything about it now. Her and her stupid whims.

"I..." Her eyes trailed over to Derek who was giving her much of the same expression, perhaps even worse. "I uh..." Swallowing she resisted the urge to look down before exchanging a wide eyed expression between both men before gesturing outward helplessly. "It fell off!"

[Dr. Spencer Reid]

Reid understood Morgan's points. And even though with the geographic profile he had been working on had shown that New York was the target they had no idea. Until they where able to talk to the UNSUB and actually hear what he had to say, or else they had to say, they could never know their motives. It was the hardest thing to predict. But one thing Reid was sure of what that this was an act of terrorism against the state or city, and not against one person in particular. Reid was also pretty sure that it wasn't political, all the area's hit weren't really political places, movie theaters and the such. They were places in which a large number of people would be infected, which would cause more deaths.

Reid felt really bad that Krys, and Morgan had to see him like this. He would have liked more than anything to have not thrown up then. His breathing had become rasp and shallow. His throat hurt and his head was starting to pound. The virus was starting to run through his system. The only thing that kept him going was that it seemed to take over a day for the virus to kill. They had until then to figure out what it was. Trying to steady his breathing he looked over at Krys, who's sudden movement had caught his attention. She was frustrated, he could see that. She wanted to help, and felt like she couldn't. Morgan was the same way. There was nothing either of them could do to help Reid in that moment. The only think they could do was sit and watch as he suffered, slowly died. When you think of your death you want to be surrounded by people that you love, yet Reid now realized that that was selfish. He wanted to be alone, so that none of them had to suffer as well. He hated hurting them.

It was then that Krys ripped the helmet off of her suit and throw the rest of it to the side. His eyes filled with horror as he realized what she was doing. She couldn't take the suit off, she couldn't let herself become sick as well. She was endanger with out the suit. And if she did get sick it would be from Reid. Furry filled his eyes, but the moment Krys turned around to face them the anger sup-side. She started to ramble on ending with it just fell off. Worry entered Reid's eyes. Not only was there that but guilt, he knew that Krys was going to be more upset by the fact that she thought he was mad at her. Up the fact was he was mad. He didn't want her to be out of the suit. He needed her to be in the suit. But he had knew somewhere deep down that she wouldn't have kept it on. Krys never followed the rules. Instead of fight the fact Spencer just closed his eyes, there was not need to argue with it now, it had been done.

[Derek Morgan]

"Put that suit back on." He said, holding up a finger. "Don't you dare tell me that the damage is done, kid, because the only 'damage' done here will be me going out there to tell both your superior and liaison that you've taken your suit off." He leveled his eyes with hers. Anybody connected with Reid was thereby connected to him. "i will have your behind hauled out of this hospital, and they WILL back me up on it." He knew that he probably didn't have any business giving the analyst orders, and that she didn't have to listen to him, but for her own sake (and Reid's sake too), he was going to damn well try. If this had been his sister (and being as close to Reid as Morgan saw that she was, that made her one in his book) he wouldn't stop at anything to protect her.

"This isn't helping him, or you, Krys." He tried for a gentler tone, standing up and approaching the young woman. He bent, and with gloved hands, grabbed the suit - somewhat clumsily - and held it out to her. "Do us all a favor."

He knew the girl's reasoning - hell, he'd done stupider things for people he didn't even know. It had gotten him in more than enough trouble with Hotchner and the team (mainly Garcia) over the years - driving an ambulance with a bomb in it, refusing to move away from a woman with a bomb in her car, taking the hero complex way too far ... but, he reasoned, he'd always had a purpose for his bravado. Krys' actions weren't going to save anybody, and were nearly gaurenteed to get her killed.

And - if the poor kid was still alive by then - Morgan did not want to see the look in Reid's eyes when that happened.

[Krys Robin]

The damage had been done but apparently Krys, who had taken off the suit herself, didn't realize this. Not because her life mattered little to her, not that she would so carelessly throw it away, but any logical feelings were replaced by her own personal ones for her best friend sick on the bed. She cared for Spencer Reid dearly. She loved him. Whether she blamed it on chemical inbalance or just luck of the draw she was in love with the man and when you loved someone, often times you didn't ponder about what was right or wrong, only what could make them feel better.

Spencer's breathing was labored. It sounded like it hurt with every intake that he attempted and Krys knew deep down she would now suffer the same fate. A part of her momentarily worried because it did sound uncomfortable and like it hurt, but once again she pushed these thoughts aside. She didn't matter in this moment: Spencer did. He always did. Ever since that first day when he came to her 'rescue' at the university, though he had little luck. Ever since the first minute in the arcade where she got him to smile, play, and have fun. She had fallen in love, in many aspects, with the flash of potential that there was there, not for his intelligence (though that was attractive too) but for how he cared and handled things. Like for the first time. And just how doting he was. It was her turn to dote on him now.

Though it seemed like it wasn't going to be as easy as she thought, judging by the pained expression on Spencer's face and the somewhat angry one on Derek's. She hadn't meant to upset them! Sometimes she just became so caught up in her genuine actions that she did things without thinking (which was strange because she often belabored logic until painful outcome). At first she couldn't even come up with a rebuttle.

"Put that suit back on."

She gave a solemn shake of her head at the offered contamination suit. "It doesn't matter anyways." Krys responded seriously, fear oddly missing from her voice and her eyes. No, when she believed strongly in something she didn't waiver. She was stubborn in that retrospect much like a certain Matthew Grimaldi. "I already breathed in whatever is in here so there'd be no point. I'd just infect everyone else." Her words were calm, which was strange because Derek should have been the calm one given what had happened.

Derek Morgan still seemed adamant however, something that caused Krys to take a slow inhale and then shrug weakly. "Then they fire me. As I said, it fell off." Everything hung on Derek now. He could either rat her out or make something up to support her claim, though hopefully a bit more believable than her initial excuse. Glancing over her shoulder quickly at Spencer with nervous and pitying eyes she looked back on Derek. "He can't just be alone. We can't leave him like that. Isolation shouldn't be the last thing a person knows." And Krys Robin strongly believed this. She lived it at times. There was nothing worse than separating yourself from people and contact. Even if you were a chatterbox it made you miserable.

Turning back to Spencer she quietly walked toward the bed, surprisingly hesitant for the brave gesture she had just done. Making herself swallow she initiated contact, reaching out her shakey right hand and bringing it to rest atop the young man's. She wished she could touch his face, fix his hair, kiss his cheek and tell him it would be alright, but that just wasn't her place, with anyone, let alone with Spencer.

[Dr. Spencer Reid]

Reid had to close his eyes and tune the world out. To much was happening. He was sick, in pain, and probably dieing. And now Krys had exposed herself, maybe, to the same thing. He couldn't handle that. Having her have to watch him die was bad enough, but now she might very well be in the same boat as him. And Morgan's shouting wasn't doing him any more good. It was all just to over whelming to have to deal with. He felt like crying, and throwing up all at the same time. He let the darkness encase him as Krys' and Morgan's voices faded into th background. He took in the nothingness/ Let all his worries fade away. Cleared his mind. Finally he was able to actually think.

He loved Krys and didn't want to see her sick, there was a chance that she wasn't. After all Claire Burton had been sitting unprotected with her daughter and Kara for hours and was showing no signs of being sick. Maybe Krys would be the same way. But what ever did happen the damage was done. He knew that she wasn't going to leave his room anyway and if she hadn't taken off the suit then she would have later. He also knew that there was nothing neither of them could do. She was her own person and needed to make her own chooses, no matter how stupid they seemed, it was what she wanted. And Reid respected that. That was one of the main differences between Spencer and Matt. Matt wanted to control her life because he thought she could make the right chooses. Reid valued what she wanted to do over what he thought should be done. Meaning he was going to let Krys infect herself if she wanted to. They would find the cure anyway.

Opening his eyes he looked at Morgan. "Please... Let it alone..." He didn't want him yelling at Krys any more. She had enough to deal with without his angry words. There was a long pause before he was able to ask. "Morgan... I'm okay... can I be alone with krys for a while.... You'd be better out in the field finding the cure anyway..." he knew that Morgan would understand and hoped that he would let them be alone.