Title: Ah Crap
By: DaPimp
Pairing: gen
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I own nothing, except a massive debt for my education. Oh and a newly acquired bowling pin.
Summary: "If you treat a sick child like an adult and a sick adult like a child, everything usually works out pretty well"

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"If you treat a sick child like an adult and a sick adult like a child, everything usually works out pretty well"

Ruth Carlisle

Reid laid on his lounge and grumbled about the injustices of the world. He let out a hacking cough as he pulled the thick blanket tighter around his thin frame. The whole team had been out in the rain that night, why was he the only one to catch cold? Maybe it was something to do with when he fell in the mud…

His nose was running like a tap and he was sure he could lead Santa's sleigh at this rate, his nose was red raw due to the constant rubbing of tissues, if he was feeling any better he would have gone out for the new ones with the aloe vera in them. Reid reached for the tissues only to find an empty box, "Ah crap." Reid muttered quietly.

"You right there Pretty Boy?" Morgan asked with a grin as he watched Reid from Reid's favourite chair, "I've gotta tell ya, this is more entertaining than American Idol auditions."

Reid glared at Morgan, if looks could kill Morgan would be long gone from this Earth, "Shud up." Reid said, his blocked nose just adding to Morgan's enjoyment, "Leave me alone, I don'd wan' you here."

A wicked grin spread across Morgan's face, "Oh Garcia…" Reid glared, his eyes clearly screaming 'don't you dare', "Baby Girl, Reid's still not feeling well."

Garcia bustled into the small room, "Oh my Junior G. Man, sweet cheeks, are you ok? You look terrible, I knew you weren't ready for us to leave yet." Garcia propped Reid up as she took a seat on the lounge and laid his head in her lap, "Oh sweet pea, you look paler than usual and you're running a temperature." Garcia cooed as she laid a hand on Reid's sweaty forehead. "We're here as long as you need us." Reid shuddered, Garcia was one of his best friends but she was scary when her maternal instincts were in overdrive like this. "Oh! Honey you're cold! Derek, get him another blanket!"

"No, I'm fine, I jusd wanded some more dissues!" Reid managed to choke out. Morgan was trying desperately to muffle his laughs with the blanket Garcia had asked him to fetch. Morgan managed to regain control just before Garcia looked up at him.

"No honey, you need something warm in you, you need my Grandmother's comfort soup, it will warm you up in no time!" Garcia decided, she gently rose from the lounge and placed Reid's head back on the pillow.

"No, I need drugs. Anydhing from a pharmacy dhad condains Dexd- Dextromethorphan and Pseudoephedrine, No home remedies please!" Reid begged.

Penelope shook her head with a small smile on her lips, "Don't you worry you're pretty little head gorgeous, I'll have you feeling better in no time." She said before bouncing off to the kitchen.

Reid let out a dejected sigh and slumped further into the soft cushions, "Ah crap… Can I adleasd ged some more dissues?"

"Ah Reid enjoy it, it's not every day you get a lovely lady waiting on you hand and foot." Morgan chuckled as he rose to find more tissues.

Two days later and Reid was back at work feeling better than he had in a while, maybe Garcia's comfort soup really did work. He sat down at his desk, and with a grin on his face he hummed a happy tune as he checked his emails.

"A-choo!" Reid jumped a foot and looked around for the foghorn. Morgan looked like crap, he was sweating and had a red nose.

"Morgan, are you ok?" Reid asked quietly.

Morgan looked like he would like nothing more than to shoot Reid for asking such a stupid question, "… if dis wasn' a governmend building…. God your sdupid cold."

"Oh really?" Reid asked with a wicked grin, 'Don't you dare' Morgan's eyes screamed, "Garcia." Reid called in a singsong voice as he walked to Garcia's lair.

"Ah crap."

"A bad cold wouldn't be so annoying if it weren't for the advice of our friends."

Kin Hubbard

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