If you learned anything over the course of the year you had been dating Derek Morgan, it was that he was stubborn. Mostly when it came to taking care of himself.

You knew when you woke up and saw him that morning that something was wrong. He winced when he saw you were awake, as he usually tried not to wake you during early morning work calls. His voice as he talked to Hotch was scratchier than his normal morning voice, and he definitely sounded congested. He coughed once, twice, three times before letting Hotch know he'd been in in fifteen and hanging up.

"Baby, do you feel okay?" You murmured, reaching out to grab his hand before he could get up from the bed.

"I'm fine, babygi-" he sneezed mid sentence, startling your

"Derek, if you're sick you don't need to go in and get everyone else sick," you said, hoping that by making it about the wellness of others it would make him listen.

"Baby, don't worry about me. I'm fine. If it's anything it's just a little cold, and I can work with that," he reassured you, although you were still worried.

He smoothed your crazy bed hair out of your face and kissed your forehead. You smiled, basking the sweetness of his kiss mixed with the warmness of the covers over your body. He smiled back at you before getting up to get ready.

He made some coffee and left for Quantico, and you realized it was only 5 am, so you went back to sleep. When you woke up again at seven, you had a missed call and a text, both from your best friend, Garcia.

Garcie💛
Hey girl, I noticed your mans was looking kind of rough today, and I asked him if he felt okay and he got all defensive. Was he okay when he left this morning?

You sighed, the pit in your stomach growing as you hoped he hadn't left for the case yet.

He sounded sick when he woke up, but of course he refused to stay home :( keep an eye on him for me?

You would drive to the BAU and pick him up yourself if you had to.

Garcie💛
They just got on the jet, but I will keep my eyes and ears on him the best I can girly :)

You smiled, thankful for Garcia. She was how you met Derek in the first place. You owed her so much.

Thanks, Garcie. I owe you one :)

You sighed, turning your phone ringer on for the day so you wouldn't miss anything else. You went to the bathroom and brushed your teeth and hair, putting on some deodorant before changing into some yoga pants a tee shirt. You were in the middle of getting your master's degree, and your first class didn't start until ten.

Your phone rang, and you expected it to be Garcia, but when you looked at the caller ID you saw it was Spencer.

"Hey, Spence, what's up?" You asked as you picked up.

"Hey, Y/N, sorry to bother you," he apologized shyly.

"You're no bother at all," you reassured him, "to what to I owe this call from the boy genius himself."

"Morgan fell asleep during our briefing on the jet," he said, sounding worried, "and his breathing sounds slightly obstructed, he definitely has some congestion in his nasal passages. Did he display any symptoms of sickness around you this morning?"

You sighed at the young doctor's observations, "yes, he was congested and his voice sounded scratchy. He coughed several times and sneezed. I didn't get the chance to make him take his temperature."

"Sounds like the classic common cold, but it could also be the early indicators of a number of viruses," Spencer said knowingly.

"That makes me feel so much better knowing he's up in the air traveling thousands of miles away from me," you replied sarcastically.

"We could try to get him to fly back home," you heard Prentiss suggest from his end.

"You know he won't do that," Spencer said. He wasn't wrong.

"I could fly out there?" You asked cautiously, throwing out the option, "where are you guys headed?"

"Nashville, Tennessee," he replied, "it's about a two hour flight out of D.C."

You nodded slowly, considering it.

"Tell her I'll have Garcia get her a ticket by the end of the day," Prentiss said. She must've been sitting next to Spencer because you could hear her clearly.

"You're the best, Em," you sighed, "Thank you!"

"It's no problem, it'll be nice to have some more female company besides JJ on the job," she chuckled.

"Hey, I heard that!" JJ called.

You laughed, "I'll see you all soon take care of my stubborn man for me."

"We'll try," Spencer has mirthfully.

You said your goodbyes to the team and hung up. You decided to stop by your favorite bakery for coffee and a muffin on the way to class. You only had two classes that day, during both of which you were distracted. You hoped Derek was taking care of himself. He had a tendency to neglect his own needs in order to tend to the needs of others.

Finally, at around 5 pm, you heard from Garcia.

"Come see me, sista, I'm lonely," she begged.

"Already on my way, I'll see you in fifteen," you smiled, knowing she would have your plane ticket for you. Hanging out with her would probably help calm your nerves as well.

You arrived shortly after the call and passed through security, making your way back to Garcia's 'lair.'

"I hear you have something for me?" You asked.

"You only wanted to come hang out because I have something for you?" She fake pouted, "That hurts."

She smiled, handing over your plane ticket.

"Three am? As in tonight?" You asked, eyes wide.

"It was the earliest I could get," Garcia frowned, "Will you let me drive you to the airport?"

"How come?" You giggled.

"I hate the thought of you going by yourself that late at night. Or that early, technically? Either way it's dark and creepy and I see way too many murders happen to women when it's dark and they're alone," she frantically explained.

You smiled, "I would appreciate that a lot. Thank you."

"You, my fine furry friend, are welcome," she grinned.

Hotch called in and she answered on her earpiece. You sat and listened while she typed frantically, coming up with names and places and anything else they might need. You stayed for a few hours before letting her know you were heading home to pack. She said she would pick you up at 2:15.

You packed for at least three days, hoping you wouldn't need more than that. You spent the rest of your waiting time watching movies and working on homework, trying desperately to keep yourself awake with more coffee.

Garcia picked you up precisely on time, driving you to the airport. She dropped you off with a tight hug, thanking you for treating Morgan so well. You reminded her that she was the reason you two were together, thanking her for the ride and promising to be safe.

It was around 5 am when you touched down at the Nashville airport. Prentiss and Hotch picked you up in one of the SUVs.

"How is he?" You asked, chewing on your lip worriedly.

"Well," Prentiss started, "he refused to admit he was sick, and then he threw up on Spence at dinner. Spencer passed out and me and JJ had to stay with him in the hotel restaurant while Hotch and Rossi took Morgan to his room."

"He finally let us take his temperature and it was 102.4," Hotch continued for Prentiss, "He kept throwing up and his temperature didn't change so we took him to the hospital. They think he has pneumonia."

Your face fell, "oh my gosh, I told him to call in sick! I'm so sorry."

"Don't apologize," Prentiss said reassuringly, reaching back from the front seat to put a comforting hand on your knee, "You know better than any of us that he doesn't know when to quit."

You nodded, "I hate that he ignores his own health. Hopefully after this time he'll learn."

The two escorted you into the hospital, and once you found his room you sent them back to the hotel to get some rest.

"You may go in now, Mrs. Morgan," the nurse said.

You almost corrected her, seeing as you were his girlfriend, not his wife, but she was gone before you could say anything. And you'd be lying if you said you didn't like the sound of it.

You knocked lightly before opening the door, seeing him laying on the hospital bed, fast asleep. You stared at him pitifully. He looked weak and fragile, the completely opposite of what he was normally.

You cross the room so that you could pull the chair next to his bed, sitting on the edge of it. You placed your hand over his, resting your head on top of them.

"Y/N?" He croaked, followed by a cough.

Your head popped up, "hey, baby."

"What are you," he coughed again, "doing here?"

"The team called me in, they're worried sick about you just like I am," you explained softly, rubbing his arm.

"I'm okay, they gave me some anti-nausea meds," he said weakly.

"They think you have pneumonia," you frowned, "I wouldn't count that as being okay."

"Whatever it is, I'm better now that you're here," he flirted.

You patted his hand, "glad to see your personality is still all here. I missed you."

He laughed, which turned into another productive cough, "I've only been gone for a day."

"I know, but it was worse knowing you were all the way out here and sick," you pouted.

"C'mere," he smiled, gesturing for you to get in the bed with him.

"Is that even allowed?" You giggled.

"It is now," he smirked, pulling on your hand, "I need some healing cuddles from my girl."

"Healing cuddles, huh?" You teased, climbing in next to him, careful not to disturb his IV or any of the monitors.

"Mmhm," he hummed pulling you down on top of him. He pressed a kiss to your temple before murmuring, "Thank you for always taking care of me. Even when I fight it."

"You are one stubborn man," you chuckled, "but you're my stubborn man."

You talked until his meds knocked him out again before finally getting some sleep yourself.