Few days later.
"Spencer, do you need anything else?"
"No, Hotch. I think I got everything that I need."
Hotch smiled before he sat on the edge of the bed. "Spencer, please don't feel that you're giving me a trouble. If there is anything else you need …"
"I will call you. Promise."
"Hotch." Reid called again after a few moments of silence. "I know I have told you a million times, but I'm just not yet tired of telling it, thank you for taking care of me."
"You're welcome, Spencer. It's good to have you around. I can say Jack is enjoying it."
"Although you shouldn't have brought all my things here." Reid looked around and couldn't help to feel that he had given the team a little trouble of changing Hotch's guest room into his temporary room.
"Oh," Hotch chuckled. "That's all on Morgan. He said you wouldn't survive another day without your book collections."
"That's a lie. I survived one week in the hospital without my books."
"That's because you were drugged up most of time, Spencer."
"Hotch, there were certain things that I thought I would never experience in life." Reid continued.
"Like what?" Hotch asked, curious on what was Reid referring to.
"Like how it feels like to be taken care by family when you need them the most."
Reid smiled sadly. "I never knew how it is feels like until now and I can't thank you enough for making me feel that in the end of the day, I do have a family that I can count on."
Suddenly, both were startled by the argument from the kitchen.
"Jeez, Morgan, you better follow my instructions before I whack your head with my spoon." They could hear Rossi yelling.
"The soup has enough salt already and besides, Pretty Boy can't have much salt in his food now."
"You do have a family, Spencer and currently the family are having fun fighting. Before both of them turn my kitchen into a war zone, I better get going." Hotch said before he walked to the door.
"Good luck with the peace talk." Reid encouraged.
Before Hotch could reach his hand to the knob, the door was burst opened with Jack running in with a prototype in his hands. "Uncle Spencer, check this out."
"Jack …" Hotch called.
"I finished my homework, took my bath just like I promised, so now, it's my time with Uncle Spencer." Jack argued.
"I know but Uncle Spencer need his rest too, so, don't keep him up for long, okay?"
Jack held up his hand. "Scout's honor."
"It's okay, Hotch." Reid defended. "I'm helping Jack with his Science project."
Jack turned back, climbed on the bed and sat beside Reid, "My teacher told me that …"
Hotch exhaled before he smiled as he walked out and closed the door. He walked straight to the kitchen and stopped. "What have you guys done to my kitchen?"
Amy walked pass the others on the street, towards the particular destination. After double checking if she were at the right address, she walked up and pressed the calling bell.
The door was opened, revealing smiling Hotch.
"Good evening, Agent Hotcher. Sorry, I'm late, we keep getting patients today."
"It's okay, Amy. Come in."
Amy walked in and smiled when she saw both Morgan and Rossi in the kitchen, wearing an apron, immersed in cooking.
"Wow, I didn't know that the famous FBI team is good at cooking too."
"Hey, Amy." Morgan greeted.
"Buonasera, bella mia."
"Rossi." Morgan hit Rossi with the spoon "You don't use foreign language to any guest."
"He was saying 'good evening, my beautiful one', if that's what you wanted to know." Amy said.
"You know Italian, Amy? Hotch asked.
"See." Rossi hits back Morgan in his arm.
Amy chucked. "Do they fight all the time?"
"You have no idea. Come on, I will take you to Spencer." Hotch accompanied Amy to the guest room.
Hotch knocked twice and when he heard the permission to enter, he walked in with Amy. "Spencer you have a visitor."
Amy walked pass Hotch, towards Jack. "Sorry little guy, I have to steal your Uncle Spencer for a while."
"It's okay, Dad said you will be here to check if Uncle Spencer is getting better."
"Jack, come on." Hotch called. "Let's go and help Uncle Dave and Uncle Morgan with the dinner."
"Okay." Jack closed the book. "We read again before bedtime, Uncle Spencer?"
"Of course, we can."
Hotch opened the door, allowing Jack to run out and just before he stepped out, he turned back to Amy.
"I hope you're not rushing after this."
"As in I have something important to do after this? No."
Hotch smiled. "Good, then you can stay for the dinner."
"Oh, no. I don't want to interrupt the family time."
"No, you won't and besides, Rossi's Italian cook is one the best."
"It would be great if you can stay, Amy." Reid said.
Looking back and forth toward Hotch and Reid, Amy finally said. "Okay, I guess."
"Great, I will set the table then." Hotch closed the door, leaving Reid and Amy alone.
"So, Spencer." Amy smiled. "How are you doing?"
"Better, although not fully better, hope that makes sense."
Amy smiled again. "Well, let's see how good you're getting."
Just when Amy sat on the bed and closer to him, Reid felt a little shiver down his spine and it got worse when he felt Amy's finger on his skin. Weird, he thought. Over the past week, in the hospital, Amy probably would have touched him more than any of his team members and he never felt anything but now, something has changed and his genius mind couldn't grasp it.
Reid snapped out of his thoughts. "Yeah?"
"I said I'm going to check your incision." Amy whispered before she unbuttoned his shirt.
"Looks like it's healing just fine. Your team is taking good care of you."
"Yeah." Reid whispered, still lost in his thought.
"So, you're going to tell me?" Amy asked as she buttoned his shirt back.
"How things have been? Are you taking your medicine on time?"
"Do you really think I can sneak past Hotch without my medicine?"
"Things have been good. Jack keeps me busy most of the time, I have someone from the team almost all the time with me." Reid updated.
"I was asking about you, Spencer."
"I won't lie by saying I'm good, but I am getting there, and being here with them helps a lot."
"I'm glad to hear that."
"Thank you, Amy, for everything."
Amy smiled in return and although he was used to the smile, he couldn't help to feel all warmed up with the smile.
He looked into her eyes and smiled a little. His newly rising undefined emotion blocked his high IQ and for the first time, he couldn't help to get worried about it.