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Aaron was about to leave the office but was taking one last look around. He shut the lights off and made his way downstairs. He passes the desks in the bullpen and stops short. Reid had left that ever present black fur coat of his at the desk. It was weird to not see it on the younger man's nimble body. He never went anywhere without it. Aaron picked it up and was extremely surprised at the softness.. He wanted to bury his nose in it and inhale deeply. He shakes his head to clear it.

What the hell?

Maybe he should take it back to him? Reid always freaked out when anyone touched his coat, but he left it here? Aaron decided it would be best to take it back. He tucks the coat under his arm and gathers his bag, heading out and locking up.

Aaron looked around the nearly empty parking lot before making his way to the black SUV. He climbs in and shuts the door. He carefully lays the jacket in the passenger seat. He lets his gaze linger on it for a moment before starting the car and pulling out.

The drive to Reid's appaperment was fairly short with it being so late and almost no traffic. It wasn't until he was halfway up that he realized that he probably should have called because Reid might not even be awake. To late for that now, he was already at the door, the coat tucked over his arm. He knocks three times and waits. For some reason he was really nervous as he counted the seconds in his head. Finally, just as he raised his hand to knock again, the door cracked open. A usually bright hazel eye peered out. It seemed dull and lifeless now.

"Reid...I have your uh..coat-"

What the hell? He should not stuttering this much. It was weird. Aaron was pulled out on his thoughts when Reid jerked the door open and was on his knees, head bowed. Aaron looks down in shock.

He crouches, looking at the smaller man on the floor. He seemed paler than usual and he had....... silver? In the roots of his hair.

"Rei-Spencer, look at me."

Obediently, Spencer looked up. Aaron gasped at what he saw. Spencer's face was almost the color of paper and he looked extremely tired. For some reason, it seemed right to drape the coat around his shoulders so Aaron does. The effect was almost magical. He automatically looked better. His skin regained color and the grey in his hair was gone. But he still hadn't moved from his spot on the floor.

"Spencer are you okay?" Aaron asked, still not moving his fingers off his chin.


Spencer seemed to shake in the fingers, but he nods, eyes bright.

"Then let's get you to bed, okay?"

"Yes sir." Came the quiet reply.

Quickly and gracefully, Spencer obeidenly stands. Without a word. That was not normal, not for Spencer. Maybe he had woken him up? Yeah. That's it.

Spencer turns and looks at Aaron as if to make sure he followed. Aaron complies and steps into the dark appaperment. His eyes meet Spencer's in the light from the hallway. They seemed to have a strange light within. Aaron shakes his head and blinks rapidly.

"Bed. It's late."

Spencer bows his head submissively. It was weird. But it could wait. Aaron follows the younger man inside He shuts the door and carefully makes his way towards Spencer, who was standing still and watching him. He looked dead on his feet.

"Spencer, you look like hell. Go to bed." He orders in his 'Unit Chief' voice. He is relieved when Spencer doesn't argue. He didn't say anything, but turns on his heel and heads to the bedroom.

Aaron follows, to make sure he actually went to bed. He watched as Spencer strips off his suit and hangs it up before pulling on sweat pants and approaching Aaron. Aaron stares at the younger man in confusion and before he knew what was happening, he was being kissed. It was soft and gentle and lasted no longer than five seconds before Spencer was pulling away and crawling into his bed.

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