I own nothing.
I am bored and this is the result.
x
The team had just gotten back from a week long case where all of the victims were under twelve years old.
Derek Morgan was tired, a little angry, hungry, and so not in the mood for a lecture on the average life span of a goldfish, or whatever it was Spencer Reid was talking about.
He was regretting his decision to give the kid a ride home.
Most of the time what Reid talked about was slightly interesting, if a little brainy for Derek's taste.
This was not one of those times.
He could feel himself falling asleep, but it was only another minute or two until he got to Reid's apartment, then it was only five or so minutes until he got to his own. It mush have shown on his face because Reid looked pretty worried.
"Hey, are you okay? If you want I can drive you home and then call a cab."
Derek thought that sounded like a good idea. He went to pull over so that they could switch places.
There was a strange quiet moment and then the world exploded in a cacophony of shattering glass, screeching metal, and screams. Then there was darkness, and falling.
X
He woke up in his bed, wondering if it had just been a very bad dream.
X
Prentiss was already in the bullpen when Derek got to work, Reid wasn't. he was probably getting coffee.
"Rough night?" she looked a sympathetic
"Late night. I gave Reid a ride home and the kid is always talking."
"Who's Reid?" Prentiss looked curious now
"Funny."
"Have I met him?"
Something about the way she asked made Derek think she was actually being serious.
"He has been on the team since before you joined. You know, Spencer Reid. Tall, genius, looks like an anorexic twelve year old. Never shuts up. You know Reid."
Prentiss looked like she had no idea what Derek was talking about. Derek was starting to get scared.
JJ came over holding a pile of files.
"Emily, Morgan, we have a case."
Derek turned to JJ for support
"Prentiss is pretending that she doesn't know who Reid is."
JJ looked like she didn't know what Derek was talking about either.
"Right. Wheels up in twenty."
She left.
Derek was defiantly scared now.
He went to Hotch's office.
Rossi was there, they were looking at the case file.
"Something you need Morgan?"
"Where is Reid?"
Hotch just looked confused
"Who's Reid." Hotch wasn't one for joking.
Derek went back to the bullpen, ignoring the concerned glances Prentiss was giving him.
Reid's desk was empty.
There was no indication that anyone was using it.
"Where are Reid's things?"
Prentiss sounded worried, very worried.
"Derek, that was Elle's desk, no one has used it since she left. Are you okay?"
Maybe he was dreaming.
X
"So far we have seventy three unsolved homicides."
Derek had decided that he was stuck in some sort of dream.
"Why weren't we called in sooner?"
He figured he might as well go with it.
"They didn't think the deaths were related."
JJ was presenting the case.
"What made them change their minds?"
Hotch was reading through the case file, the jet seemed very empty without Reid.
"Someone walked into the police station with pictures of the victims saying that he killed them. The Las Vegas police department figured they should call us."
X
Derek had decided to treat the dream like it was real life.
For some reason it seemed a lot easier.
When they got to the police station they met the suspect.
Even though Derek had decided he was dreaming, he was still surprised.
The suspect was Spencer Reid.