Disclaimer: I promise I don't own Criminal Minds or any of the characters. I just wish I did.
I'm not sure where I'm going with this right now, so I don't know if it will be a one shot or not.
There was darkness everywhere. She looked around but couldn't see anything. Her heart was racing and she knew someone was watching her. Suddenly she heard heavy breathing from behind her. She turned around quickly and looked for the source, but it was too dark. She backed up as the sound got louder and louder, then turned and ran not knowing where she was going or which way she was even running.
She ran as fast as she could, but the darkness never lifted. The breathing kept getting closer and no matter how fast she ran she couldn't escape it. Looking over her shoulder she saw nothing but blackness. It was beginning to get colder and her legs were starting to get tired. Then all of a sudden blinding light illuminated the area.
She stopped and closed her eyes at the brightness. Then she realized it was quite. Slowly opening her eyes she looked around and found herself to be in some sort of dungeon with concrete walls and no windows. Then a scream filled the air and she reflexively turned toward the source.
Her stomach lurched and her eyes widened at the sight in front of her. There was a brown haired little girl, no older than eight or nine, lying on her stomach in a pool of blood. Her legs looked broken and her clothes turn. Then she saw the snakes crawling around the girls legs. There was so much blood. It was everywhere and the sight made tears start to form in her eyes.
Then the little girl's head lifted up from the floor and looked directly into her eyes. Slowly the girl raised her arm and reached out with a look of pleading in her eyes as she started to cry.
"Help me! Please help me. I want my daddy." Cried the little girl from the floor.
It only took a second for her feet to start moving forward. She had to help the girl. She ran towards her but suddenly tripped and fell forward only to land on her own stomach. The girl lay just in front of her with her arm outstretched. She had to get the little girl before it was too late, but when she tried to move her legs she found them paralyzed. So she reached out her own arm towards the girl in hopes of pulling her away from danger and the snakes. She stretched and tried to move more, but she just couldn't reach the girl's hand.
Tears welled up in her own eyes at the fact she couldn't reach her and at the sight of the little helpless girl.
"Hold on just a little bit further!" She yelled trying to inch forward.
Suddenly the little girl disappeared and in her place lay Morgan. He looked pleadingly into her eyes and stretched his hand out trying to reach for help.
"Please, help. I can't move! You got to get me out of here! Please." He said as confusion creased his features and he yelled out in pain.
She tried to move, to inch forward, anything to get her just a bit closer as the snakes began to crawl over his back. "No! I'm coming Derek! Please don't die." She cried fearfully as she continued to reach for him.
"Please!" He said pleading. "Why won't you help me?" He asked as he watched her.
"I'm trying I promise!" She said as her heart began pound in her chest.
She was almost there; she could just graze his fingertips. 'Just a little more', she thought to herself as she tried to move forward. But it was like her legs were made of led and body wouldn't do what she wanted.
"No!" She yelled as she watched the snakes engulf him. She could hear him calling out her name. Begging her to help, to end the pain, but all she could do was watch as he disappeared under the snakes and blood. Her heart broke at the sight and at the sound of his voice calling her to help.
"Morgan!" She yelled as tears ran down her face.
Suddenly she heard laughter echo through the room and then a man walked from behind her to stand a few feet away by her side. He smirked down at her and she noticed he had blood on his hands and clothes. Her pulsed raced as she looked up at the man, but couldn't move. He pulled out a gun and pointed it at her. 'This was it', she thought to herself as she laid her forehead against the cold floor.
When the man didn't pull the trigger she looked back up to see him still smirking at her with an amused look in his eyes. Then she realized way he hadn't shot her; the snakes were surrounding her. They began to crawl on her legs and up her back, but she was still paralyzed. She could feel them biting her and one was wrapping around her neck.
It was getting harder to breath and she began to get lightheaded. She laid her cheek against the floor and watched as the man pulled someone from the corner and put a knife to their throat.
"No! Please no!" She tried to yell, but it only came out as a hoarse whisper since a snake was squeezing her neck. "Emily!" She cried as loud as she could.
"Please, don't let me die! Help me!" Emily pleaded with tears in her eyes as the man held the knife to her throat.
"I'm sorry. So sorry..." She said as pain engulfed her. "Emily!" She yelled as more tears began to run down her cheeks and she watched as the man ran the knife across her friend's neck. Emily fell forward and her face landed inches from her own, staring right into her eyes. "Oh God!" She cried as she looked into Emily's blank eyes.
The man stepped up next to Emily and leveled his gun at her head. "No, please, no." She whispered. The man just laughed before he began to squeeze the trigger…
"No!" Garcia screamed as her eyes popped open. She closed her eyes and shakily began to sit up in bed before leaning her head against the wall. She rubbed her hands over her face and through her hair as she tried to calm her heavy breathing. She opened her eyes and let the tears slip out as she tried to calm her nerves.
'It was just a dream. That's all it was, just a dream.' Penelope thought to herself as she continued to take deep breaths. Her team mates were fine and there was no big creepy guy with snakes. But the little girl; it broke her heart now almost as much as it did when she first saw the crime scene pictures.
Penelope sighed and rubbed her face with her hands. These nightmares just wouldn't leave her alone. Every time she closed her eyes she was haunted by them. She may be an insomniac, but even insomniacs needed sleep.
She reached over to her bed stand and opened the drawer. Putting her hand in, she grabbed a random bottle and brought it out. It was her nerve pills; the doctor had prescribed them to her to help her relax and incase of panic attacks. She looked at the bottle and noticed there were only a few left which meant she'd have to call in her refills soon.
Penelope sighed before removing the top and taking out the small pill. She really didn't like to take any of the medication the doctor had given her, but sometimes it just got so bad she had to, that or there was no other way she was going to be able to sleep.
Putting the bottle back in the drawer she looked over. By looking in that drawer a normal person might think there was something seriously wrong with her. There were bottles of different kinds of medication; sleeping pills, nerve pills, migraine medication, even muscle relaxers. She hated all of them. If it wasn't for nights like tonight she'd throw them all away; doctor's prescription or not.
She closed the drawer and reached for the bottle of water she kept on the nightstand. As her hand passed over her phone she stopped; the screams of her friends echoed in her head. This happened every time; every time she dreamed of her friends getting hurt she'd reach for the phone ready to call them and make sure they were ok, but she was usually able to stop herself before dialing the number. Almost ever time she went to sleep she watched something happen to them. She'd watched them all die at least once. Sometimes they were all in her dream; in pain and asking for her help, but she was never able to save them.
The dream flashed in her mind and her hand picked up the phone. She just needed to hear their voices. She dialed the number and hesitated before pressing the 'call' button.
'No, I can't just call them in the middle of the night.' She thought to herself. 'They need they're sleep.' So she quickly hung up the phone and put it back on the table. In one fluid movement she grabbed the bottle of water and took the pill still in her hand. She set the bottle back down and closed her eyes. 'They have enough stress without hearing my problems' She told herself, 'After all, they'd just worry unnecessarily. I'm fine and they certainly already have enough to worry about without me.'
'If only Morgan were here.' She thought to herself. 'If I could just hear his voice or see his smile.' A couple more tears slipped down her cheek before she wiped them away and quickly laid back down before she talked herself into calling him.
Her heart had stopped racing and she was beginning to feel tired again. She closed her eyes and pulled the cover up around her. 'Only a few more hours and then I can get up and go to work.' She thought to herself. 'I'll be fine; after all, it was just another nightmare.'
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