A/N: Don't even own my own home. How could I owe CM? Short but sweet. Enjoy.

He knew he was staring yet he didn't make a move to stop it. It had been a little over a week since escaping Cyrus' stronghold- the physical bruises mostly faded. There was really no sign of the abuse marring Emily Prentiss' face. Yet, every time he looked at her it was all he could see.

She looked up and their eyes connected. "Reid, is everything alright?"

He frowned slightly as he tucked a piece of hair behind his ear. "Why has everyone been asking that? You were there too yet no one has been harassing you every five minutes."

"People are just worried. We care about you, Spencer."

"I'm fine. I'm not the one who became the human punching bag."

Emily winced slightly but responded. "It hasn't been that long since you were taken by Tobias."

Reid raised his eyebrows. "It hadn't been that long since I fought addiction, you mean. That's what this is about?"

Emily moved from her seat to crouch in front of Reid, taking his cold hands into hers. "You've just been very un-Reid-like and you're cursed by working with a team of the best behaviorists in the country."

He cracked half a smile. "I just haven't been sleeping at all. How do you stay so unaffected?"

She smirked. "I'm not. I can't sleep either. Every time I close my eyes or even have a quiet moment to myself I see Jessica. And her mother's face the moment she realized she was the one responsible for her daughter's death. Or the moment the place exploded and I wasn't sure you made it out of there."

It was brief but Reid saw the panic in her eyes. He stood, pulling her up with him and wrapped his arms around her.

They stayed in the embrace pulling from each other's strength until Morgan came in. "Hotch wants us, guys. We've got something."

Ritualistic killings in Wyoming. The team quickly converged onto the jet that would take them to their destinations. Everyone spread out accordingly.

After an hour Morgan got bored and decided to pick Dr. Reid's brain. He walked to the back seats of the aircraft then stopped in surprise. Reid and Prentiss were sitting together, her head on his shoulder, his head onto of hers, both fast asleep.

Morgan shook his head then headed to the front to bother Rossi.