Migraine Madness, Redux (Open)

[SSA Dr. Spencer Reid]

Spencer sat in the breakroom, his head on the table. He was having a migraine again. He'd been getting them more and more lately, but today's was particularly bad. He sighed, and lifted his head just long enough to sip some coffee. He replaced his head on the table, relishing the darkness. He hoped to hell that it would pass soon-they had a case, and DJ wasn't feeling well. He would need to be on his game today. WHY was this happening again?? Last time he'd gone through a bout, the doctors couldn't find anything wrong with him.

He raised his head again, and a wave of naseua passed through him. He closed his eyes against it, and let his head drop. He was a freakin' FBI agent, and was about to go down from vertigo. Lovely. He sat up once more, and this time, reached for the ginger ale he'd gotten, and took a swig. He could only hope that it wouldn't come up long enough for him to get down to Medical. He sighed.

Someone came in just then, and he heard himself groan. He didn't want the others to see him like this-sick, and unable to care for himself. He sighed. He hoped that whomever it was would leave him alone. He mumbled.

Go away.

words • Pfft.
tagged • Open
notes • It HURTS
lyrics • Good Riddance - Greenday
credit • KBIRD of caution 2.0

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[SSA Mia Dearden]

Mia had been working at her desk, diligently typing up the last of a report on a case she had consulted with for the BAU. She noticed that she had barely seen Spencer today, though. She had noticed that he had been a bit off lately. He had been taking more Tylenol lately. He had also seemed to be much more tired than usual.

She knew that DJ wasn’t feeling well lately. Aimee send her a text earlier this morning, and Spencer looked like he hadn’t slept much last night. She finished typing up her report and stopped up. She got up to go to the break room. She bit her lip as she approached the break room. She looked at the window and saw that it was dark inside.

She carefully opened the door and made her way inside as quickly as she could, closing the door behind her silently. Spencer was sitting there with his head on the table, ginger ale and a mug of coffee on the table. She sat down next to him and let out a small sigh as he groaned.

Go away.

Mia shook her head and whispered. ”Sorry, not going to happen. Spencer, you need to go home.”

[SSA Dr. Spencer Reid]

Spencer heard Mia sit next to him. He knew her well enough to know her sounds by now.

Sorry, not going to happen. Spencer, you need to go home. He shook his head. He raised it a little, and sipped some coffee, praying that the caffiene would kick in soon.

NO, Mia. I have a case. I need to WORK. Who else was going to buy DJ her food?! He realized he wasn't thinking very clearly. HE sighed. He took a sip of his ginger ale. Ok, he really SHOULD go home. He knew that.

Ok. But I can't drive. So can you please call Aimee?? Also, I need my sunglasses...and whatever you do. Do NOT turn on the lights. He sighed. He felt REALLY bad.

[SSA Mia Dearden]

Mia knew that Spencer wasn't feeling well the moment she walked into the room. The lights were all off. He had his head on the table, as well as an unfinished mug of coffee and a can of ginger ale. She felt a bit more at ease when he took a sip of coffee. She didn't want to think about what an uncaffeinated Spencer would be like.

NO, Mia. I have a case. I need to WORK. Spencer's statement just made Mia sigh and shake her head. There was no way that Spencer was going to be able to leave this room without some kind of help, much less help work a case. "You need to rest. I'm pretty sure that the team can handle one case without you."

The tiny blonde watched her boyfriend sigh and take a sip of ginger ale. Mia knew darn well that ginger ale helped with nausea, at least somewhat. Put that together with the lights all being off, she could infer that Spencer was likely having a migraine, a bad one it seemed. Ok. But I can't drive. So can you please call Aimee?? Also, I need my sunglasses...and whatever you do. Do NOT turn on the lights.

She smiled a bit as Spencer agreed to go home. At least he still had the sense to know that he couldn't drive. "I'll call Aimee and tell her I'm bringing you home. Do you have your keys or are they at your desk?" She made the daring move to reach over and try and pick up Spencer's unfinished mug of coffee as she stood up.

[SSA Dr. Spencer Reid]

Spencer raised his head just enough to look at Mia. He made a face. His head hurt so much. He tried to smile, but it was more of a grimace.

I'll call Aimee and tell her I'm bringing you home. Do you have your keys or are they at your desk? She reached out for his coffee, and he had to stop himself from smacking her hand away. He snatched it up faster than she could, and clutched it to him.

I love you, Mia, but not enough to give up coffee. Sorry. He sipped it, and then realized what he said. Even in the dark, in the pain, he blushed. He did mean it, though, so he didn't bactrack. He just went on.

Yeah, in my desk. In the top drawer. Can you please try not to get stuff out of order? I spent two hours fixing it because Derek was looking for a file earlier, and moved my stapler. He sighed. Stupid meddling people. He laid his head back down, and replaced the coffee on the table. She BETTER not take it...

[SSA Dr. Spencer Reid]

Spencer raised his head just enough to look at Mia. He made a face. His head hurt so much. He tried to smile, but it was more of a grimace.

I'll call Aimee and tell her I'm bringing you home. Do you have your keys or are they at your desk? She reached out for his coffee, and he had to stop himself from smacking her hand away. He snatched it up faster than she could, and clutched it to him.

I love you, Mia, but not enough to give up coffee. Sorry. He sipped it, and then realized what he said. Even in the dark, in the pain, he blushed. He did mean it, though, so he didn't bactrack. He just went on.

Yeah, in my desk. In the top drawer. Can you please try not to get stuff out of order? I spent two hours fixing it because Derek was looking for a file earlier, and moved my stapler. He sighed. Stupid meddling people. He laid his head back down, and replaced the coffee on the table. She BETTER not take it...

[SSA Mia Dearden]

Mia had made the foolish mistake of attempting to take Spencer's coffee away from him for even a moment. He had gotten hold of it faster than her and clutched it closely to himself. It was slightly funny, but Mia wasn't going to laugh at it.

I love you, Mia, but not enough to give up coffee. Sorry. The words surprised Mia and her cheeks turned a bit pink. She looked away for a moment and smiled. Spencer lay his head back down on the table and even set the coffee down. Yeah, in my desk. In the top drawer. Can you please try not to get stuff out of order? I spent two hours fixing it because Derek was looking for a file earlier, and moved my stapler.

She couldn't help but grin as she leaned over and kissed her boyfriend's forehead. "I love you too, Spencer. So, I'll go get your sunglasses and keys. I promise not to mess up your desk in the process. But, I'm going to put that coffee in a travel mug when I get back, ok? Because you're in bad enough shape, so I'd rather not have you accidentally burn yourself too."

Mia couldn't help but smile as she exited the break room and headed towards Spencer's desk to get his things. She went by her desk and sent Aimee a text message saying that Spencer seemed to have a migraine and that she was bringing him home. She carefully took both the pair of sunglasses and Spencer's keys from his desk. She had managed to regain her composure, but anyone who saw her coming back into the bullpen probably had guessed something was up.

[SSA Dr. Spencer Reid]

Spencer was still sitting with his head on the table. But now it was mostly in confusion. HAD he really just said that??! UGH. He had. He blamed the pain. Pain made you do dumb things. BUT he also knew that what you say in pain was usually always the truest thing. He had said it. He was in pain. So. He meant it. And he was now a bit scared.

But Mia didn't seem too fazed.

I love you too, Spencer. So, I'll go get your sunglasses and keys. I promise not to mess up your desk in the process. But, I'm going to put that coffee in a travel mug when I get back, ok? Because you're in bad enough shape, so I'd rather not have you accidentally burn yourself too. He didn't bring his head up-COULDN'T bring his head up-so he just mumbled.

I am a genius. Certified. I will NOT burn myself. He heard the door shut again, and finally, he was alone once more. He was feeling JUST a tiny bit better-he figured it was Mia. He didn't know. He put his head up and looked around. Good. Still alone. He hoped that Aimee would remember to not be TOO obnoxious. And also, he and Mia should probably have a talk.

How was he going to EXPLAIN this??!

[SSA Mia Dearden]

I am a genius. Certified. I will NOT burn myself.[ The thought of Spencer's statement made Mia smile as she walked back up to the break room. While he was a genius, coordinated, Spencer was not. She held his keys and sunglasses in one hand. She coudln't help but think of what Spencer had said, and how she had replied.

Her cheeks turned a bit pink at the recollection. She had said that she loved Spencer, and she meant it. it just, was a bit of a surprise to her that she had just said it. It had been so easy for her to say it. Mia was surprised at how easily she'd fallen in love with Spencer. Was it really that easy? She'd just found it to be easy to talk with him. She could just let her guard down around him, and felt safe.It scared her a bit, but maybe this was a good thing.

She put her hand on the door knob and readied herself for what was inside. the blonde hated seeing Spencer in pain. in its own way, it hurt her to see him hurting. So, when she opened the door, she put on a smile and quietly closed the door. "Alright, I got your keys and your sunglasses. Aimee know we are coming, and that she needs to keep her voice down. Are you ready? " She ran her fingers lightly over his hair, as if that could somehow help.

[SSA Dr. Spencer Reid]

Spencer stood, a bit wobbly from sitting so long. He sighed deeply. He was NOT feeling well. Mia returned, his sunglasses and keys in one hand, and a go mug in the other. He smiled weakly.

Alright, I got your keys and your sunglasses. Aimee know we are coming, and that she needs to keep her voice down. Are you ready? He couldn't do anything but nod. He took his sunglasses from her, and slipped them on. He reluctantly gave her his coffee, and covered his ears while she poured it into the go mug. He took it back from her and clutched it close, like DJ did with her doll. He stumbled out of the door, and into the hallway. He immediatley got a frown on his face.

Oh, for Chrissakes. So. Much. Noise. He made a face. He wanted to yell at people, but it hurt too much, so he literally almost dragged Mia to the elevator. I need to get out of here...way too much noise. Here. He handed her his coffee cup, and put some earphones in his ears to muffle the noise. It wasn't totally gone, but it was better. He sighed in relief when the elevator door closed and it was quiet once more.

They made it through one more noisy hallway before exiting the building. As he climbed into his car, in the passenger's seat where Mia usually sat, he turned to her, and spoke quietly.

Please, keep the radio down and the windows shut. And also...thanks.

[SSA Mia Dearden]

Mia felt terrible that Spencer seemed to be in so much pain. All he could do was nod as he took his sunglasses from her and reluctantly gave her his coffee mug. She watched as he covered his ears while she poured the coffee into a travel mug. When she handed it back to him, he clutched it close to him. It broke her heart a little bit. She followed close behind him as he stumbled out the door.

Oh, for Chrissakes. So. Much. Noise. She winced at the language but chose to ignore it seeing as how Spencer was in a lot of pain. She watched as he made a face. Then, Spencer all but dragged her into the elevator. I need to get out of here...way too much noise. Here. She suddenly had his coffee in her hands. Mia was about to start being concerned, but she saw that Spencer was putting in headphones. It made her hurt even more.

The trip through the building wasn’t much longer. Just one more hallway, which seemed to bother Spencer. They finally got to Spencer’s car and It felt a bit odd for Mia to get in the driver’s seat. She had to adjust it so she could reach the pedals. Please, keep the radio down and the windows shut. And also...thanks.

Mia smiled and nodded. ”I wasn’t planning on turning the radio on. Anytime, Sweetie. This isn’t your first migraine, is it?” She started up the engine and pulled out of the parking lot. She tilted her head as she drove. ”Oh, it’s an automatic.”

[SSA Dr. Spencer Reid]

As the car started, he closed his eyes. Mia's soft voice hurt just a little, but it was kind of soothing, at the same time.

I wasn’t planning on turning the radio on. Anytime, Sweetie. This isn’t your first migraine, is it? Oh, it’s an automatic... Really?! He was in a lot of pain, and she was going to argue about his CAR?! He calmed down.

Thanks...yes. It's automatic. It was my mom's. She couldn't drive a stick shift... He left it at that-he was NOT in the mood to discuss his mother at the moment.

It was quiet for a few minutes as they drove along. Finally, he felt the medications kicking in-he knew this because his mind got a bit fuzzy, and in a few moments, he would start prattling.

No, I have had migraines before. Last time, I had a bunch of them in a row, but they couldn't find a cause other than stress. But I don't think I have been under stress lately-I mean, not more than usual. Also, I think I am in love with you, and we should get married. We could have a baby. I think I am buying this house I saw, so that won't be a problem. Also, did you know that 88% of people in the world have brown eyes?! And there are only technically three types of languages in the world... He paused to take a breath. He hoped Mia didn't think he was going nuts.

You know? My mom is in a mental hospital. I never told you that. She has advanced-stage schizophrenia. We should go to Vegas one day to see her. I have to make sure that she is OK, first, though, so you can wait in the lobby. It will be fine. I always talk too much when the medications kick in. Don't think me crazy, please? I can't help it. I wish I could...but I don't know how. I used to be addicted to Dilauded, after I was held hostage by this UNSUB. Anyway, after that, I as addicted for awhile. Now that I am sober, I have trouble processing medications, even aspirin. SO. I am sorry. He sighed, and fell quiet, suddenly exhausted.

Soon, they had arrived at his apartment, and he struggled to open his eyes.

I am sorry, Mia. Can you help me in? You might need to get Aimee... He was so tired...

[SSA Mia Dearden]

Mia drove carefully, wanting to shift gears with the clutch a lot more, but reminding herself that she didn’t need to. Thanks...yes. It's automatic. It was my mom's. She couldn't drive a stick shift... Mia smiled as Spencer spoke of his mother. The only reason she’d said anything was because her pick up truck was a stick shift. So, she was a tad bit surprised.

The first couple minutes of the drive were pretty quiet, which she took as a good thing. Mia had some experience with migraines, but not much. She knew that sound tended to make the pain worse though. So, her keeping quiet was in Spencer’s best interests. What the blonde didn’t expect was for Spencer to start talking. No, not talking, he was rambling. Which, was actually quite hilarious, but Mia wouldn’t laugh at him. No, I have had migraines before. Last time, I had a bunch of them in a row, but they couldn't find a cause other than stress. But I don't think I have been under stress lately-I mean, not more than usual. Also, I think I am in love with you, and we should get married. We could have a baby. I think I am buying this house I saw, so that won't be a problem. Also, did you know that 88% of people in the world have brown eyes?! And there are only technically three types of languages in the world...

The younger agent could feel her face heat up as she drove and listened to Spencer talk. It wasn’t just random ramblings coming out of the man’s mouth. He had confessed to loving her, and maybe even wanting to marry her. Mia couldn’t help but smile a tiny bit. Sure, her face was totally bright pink, but she couldn’t help but grin. Wasn’t that the stereotypical Southern girl’s dream, to meet a wonderful man, fall in love, get married, and have kids? Mia hadn’t thought it could happen to her before. But, now that she had Spencer, well, she could picture it. Not to mention that she felt happy picturing spending the rest of her life with Spencer and DJ. She didn’t even mind Aimee, the girl was family, after all.

Mia shook her head ever so slightly in response to Spencer’s questions. ”No, I didn’t know that. It makes sense though.” She knew that brown eyes were a dominant trait. Not to mention that she remembered reading somewhere that all people with blue eyes may be descendants of one person who had the original mutation for blue eyes. She could hear Spencer take a breath before he kept on going. She wasn’t used to him talking so much.

You know? My mom is in a mental hospital. I never told you that. She has advanced-stage schizophrenia. We should go to Vegas one day to see her. I have to make sure that she is OK, first, though, so you can wait in the lobby. It will be fine. I always talk too much when the medications kick in. Don't think me crazy, please? I can't help it. I wish I could...but I don't know how. I used to be addicted to Dilauded, after I was held hostage by this UNSUB. Anyway, after that, I as addicted for awhile. Now that I am sober, I have trouble processing medications, even aspirin. SO. I am sorry.

As Spencer spoke of his mother, a lot of things started to make more sense. Now she understood why he didn’t want to talk about her very much. She recalled that schizophrenia was hereditary. So, he could not only be embarrassed of what people would think of his mother, but if he might have the same mental illness. She couldn’t imagine what that would be like. But, the mention of meeting his mother was nice. She’d be a bit worried that his mother wouldn’t like her though. Of course, Mia worried about that with pretty much everyone.

Mia listened, processing every word coming out of her boyfriend’s mouth. She couldn’t help but laugh a tiny bit when he asked her to not think he was crazy. She could think of quite a few descriptors that fit Spencer, but crazy was not one of them. When he said that he had been addicted to Dilauded, she remained quiet. She knew how being held captive could affect someone, and the need to escape somehow could just become overwhelming. She was glad to hear that he was sober though. She knew the science behind addiction, and how sometimes processing medications after a drug addiction was very possible. ”You don’t need to apologize, hon. I really don’t mind listening to you talk.” She smiled sweetly at him.

Mia pulled into the parking lot and parked the car. She could see Aimee waiting for them and already coming to help with Spencer. She worried slightly about DJ being left all alone in the apartment. But, she trusted Aimee wouldn’t ever leave her niece alone unless she knew that wasn’t going to get into any trouble. Spencer had been quiet for the last few minutes. He looked just utterly exhausted.

I am sorry, Mia. Can you help me in? You might need to get Aimee...

Mia got her own seat belt off and leaned over to help get Spencer out of his own seat belt. She kissed his forehead lightly. She whispered very softly to Spencer. ”She’s already here, Spence. It’s just a little walk then we’ll be home.” She hadn’t meant to say we and home originally, but she couldn’t take it back now. It wasn’t like she didn’t mean it.

Mia smiled as Aimee helped get Spencer from the car to the apartment. Mia opened the door and Aimee helped Spencer get inside. Between the two females, they were able to get Spencer to his bedroom and onto his own bed. Thankfully, the light wasn’t on, so the room was dark. Aimee went to go check on DJ, and Mia knelt next to the bed beside Spencer. ”I’m just going to take your shoes off, ok?” She untied to laces of the shoes and carefully removed each shoe, picking them up and setting them over by Spencer’s closet.

She stood up and went back over by Spencer. Mia couldn’t help but bite her lip and run her thumb across his cheek. She just wanted to make the pain go away. ”Is there anything I can do?”

[SSA Dr. Spencer Reid]

Spencer was feeling a bit woozy now. He was trying to keep awake long enough to get himself inside. But he wasn't doing a very good job. He kept dozing off as Mia drove. He knew they were close to home. He felt his head grow heavy and his sight grow dim. Mia spoke softly again.

You don’t need to apologize, hon. I really don’t mind listening to you talk. That was sweet, but he was done now. She’s already here, Spence. It’s just a little walk then we’ll be home.She’s already here, Spence. It’s just a little walk then we’ll be home.[/i] He just nodded weakly and did his best to assist Mia and Aimee. He knew that Aimee was used to it by now-she was spared the migraines, so he figured they were on his mother's side, but she did get severe tension headaches sometimes.

Aimee had the house dark and quiet, and he was grateful. He basically fell asleep on the females as they "carried" him to his room. He could hear Mia speak as Aimee said she would go check on DJ.

I’m just going to take your shoes off, ok?...Is there anything I can do? He could hear Aimee, too.

Here, Mia. Put this by the bed... She handed Mia some green tea. He usually just sleeps for awhile. Sometimes I will bring DJ in to sleep with him. You can stay with him, if you like. I won't say anything...