“Hotch; I can assure you that I am not sick! I am perfectly healthy,” Reid tried, with no avail, to prove to Hotch that he wasn’t sick.

The two were walking into the conference room to meet with the others to discuss their next case.

“Well, I am your supervisor, and I say that you aren’t healthy enough to be out in the field. I’m sorry, but you’ll have to work this one from Quantico, and that’s final!”

Morgan interjected his opinion: “Come on, Hotch, we all knew that Reid wasn’t right in the head- how else would he have been able to inform us that there are 90,840 drops of water in one gallon?”

Reid defended himself. “Anyone could know that. All you would have to-” Hotch interrupted him.

“Morgan, Reid. Stop it. Spencer, you are sick. You will be staying here, and can help with Garcia.”

Reid then broke into an uncontrollable fit of coughing.

That satisfied Hotch’s claim of Reid being sick.
“I told you so.”