Prelude To Madness (Morgan)

[Dr. Spencer Reid]

It had been three days since Krys disappeared. Reid had lost track of how many days since she tried to kill herself. All of them blurred together. He didn't even know when the last time he slept was. After her suicide attempt Spencer had sat in the hospital even though Krys had refused to see anyone. Never once did he even drift off to sleep. Never once did he blink. Then Krys left, just disappeared. He hadn't heard a word about her going, but instead had gone to the hospital to beg the nurse to let him see her, just for a second, but instead had found she had checked herself out of the hospital. At that Reid had called Matt and demanded an explanation, and once he was told she was heading to the airport and raced down there, only to get there ten minutes after her plane flew off.

Not every time he closed his eyes he saw her blood staining his cloths, as a plane flew into the distance. If the young genius was unfortunate enough to fall asleep he relived the haunting minutes as she bleed out on the kitchen floor. Always in those dreams he didn't save her. That's how he felt now. She wasn't there, something was wrong, he couldn't figure out what, but obviously she wasn't okay, and in his eyes couldn't be alive if she had to run away. Over and over he called every phone number he could think of. She had changed her cell phone number, and wasn't answering his e-mails. Krys Robin didn't seem to exist in the world. Even her family had been told to stone wall the young agent. Matt didn't know any more than he did, and no one on his team was saying anything.

It had been the worst days of his life. Expectedly Morgan had taken him into his house. If Reid had fought it he would have still ended up at the other agents house. But in truth Reid was to tired and worn out to care where he stayed. It was the middle of the night now and Spencer had fallen asleep in the warm guest bedroom. Like always he was haunted by the same dream. The same pale dieing Krys that was the only image of the woman he could remember. Just as Reid confessed his love for the analysist she faded away, leaving in a a pole of her blood. Her lifeless brown eyes staring up at him, empty, lost.

Reid jerked awake not even realizing the quick yelp he had made from his nightmare. he sat up in his bed looking into the eternal darkness that was surrounding him. The nothingness was comforting and he wished he could stay there, and think and feel nothing. However and sound from outside his door brought him back to reality. The reality where his heart was broken and his soul had been crushed.

[Derek Morgan]

He heard it. The older profiler was a few rooms over, the bedside lamp on and a book rested on his knees, but he heard it. It was a distinct yelp coming from the room where Reid was, and for the third night in a row, Morgan swung his legs over the side of the bed and began walking from his room. He'd stayed up this late for this particular reason, and only after exiting Reid's room would he go to bed for the night. It had been the same way for three days now, this would be the third time. Reid never remembered it in the morning, Morgan shaking him from his nightmares - he was always still asleep when Morgan went in and shook him awake, and he always fell asleep again after that. Morgan wasn't sure if the nightmares continued, but at least he was always able to shake him from one of them.

He didn't know yet that this time would be different. He didn't know yet that Reid would already be awake when he walked into his room, fully anticipating this to be another what was becoming rotuine wake up and go back to sleep. He knew that the nightmares that plauged the young genius were horrific. But he couldn't stop them, only halt them, and it killed him not to be able to do more.

He pushed open the door to Reid's room and entered, surprised to find that he was awake, sitting up in bed, but he continued anyway. The look on Reid's face implored him too.

"Close your eyes kid, I'm turning on the light." Not waiting for a response, he flicked the switch and let the light flood into the room.

"You alright?" Dumb question, of course he wasn't - but he felt the need to ask anyway. The past few days - the past few weeks -had been horrific for the younger profiler. After finding Krys the way she'd been - even Morgan had nightmares, just like he'd had after the time his house had burned down. This time though, they were worse, because he'd seen the sight, been so close to it. If he was having those nightmares, how bad would Reid's be?

He could only imagine.

[Dr. Spencer Reid]

Reid hadn't been expecting Morgan to walk in the room. Actually he would have much rather he didn't. He didn't want the other man to see him like this, little did he now every night for the past three days the other profiler had seen. He hated working with other mind readers some times. Hated the fact that even though they had a pact that no one was supposed to profile the team Reid knew far to well that it wasn't something that you controlled most the time. And in situations where one of their own seemed to be struggling the pact itself seemed to fall out of existence because they needed to help in anyway they could. But Reid hated it. He was already seen as the weakest person on the team. he didn't need to be seen as unstable.

But despite that he was kind of glade that Morgan was there. There to take him out of the darkness that had encased him. He remembered what they had found Krys after she was abducted. How she had been blindfolded and shouted to get the thing off. How much it had scared her. How much it had scared him even when he was standing in the light. Reid had never liked the dark, and he would never try and explain to the others why, but knowing them they most likely already knew, much like when they all knew JJ was with Will before she told them.

When the lights flickered on, Reid having missed the whole warning, quickly had to shut his eyes as to not be blinded by the abnormally bright lights. When he was finally able to see Morgan had moved next to the bed and had asked if he was alright. The first response he thought of was to say he was. But he knew very well that anything to get the other man into the room wasn't alright. But what could he say? He didn't want to admit that he was drowning. Taking a long breath he said, "It was a nightmare...." His voice was soft and Reid was amazed to find that it felt like he had been screaming all night, and a part of him wondered if he actually had been.

[Derek Morgan]

"It was a nightmare..."

He didn't want to invade the younger agent's space (more than he had already, that was). After all, he hadn't been expecting Reid to be awake - but he was, and Morgan couldn't change that now. Instead, he nodded, and leaned against the wall behind him, facing Reid.

"I got them after the fire - about everyone." He hoped that by telling Reid his own fear - something he rarely did, everything was about helping everyone else, talking things out of everyone else, offering support never for himself - that he would open up about his own, even if Morgan could already guess what it was about. Sometimes, talking about it helped. "No matter what I did, I couldn't save them - they all appeared in my home. Every last one of them." It was evident that he was talking of the people he knew - his family, his team - he didn't mention Garcia by name, no, that he would keep to himself. He wouldn't mention how that had been the most horrifying, the longest dream - the most agonizingly painful dream he'd ever experienced, including staring into those dead girls' eyes in his reaccuring dream.

"I'm not going to tell you that dreams don't mean anything - even if it is just a dream, kid, dreams can scare the shit out of people." He offered, still watching the young man. When you were a profiler, it was never just a dream - they always had something underlying that caused them, and always had more the reason to have nightmares due to waht they saw every single day.