It was a dream.

It had to be a dream.

After all, dreams aren't real.

And this could not be real.

The only problem was…

It felt real.

It looked real.

It tasted real.

It sounded real.

It smelled real.

And well, that meant it must be…

Real.

A call in the night.

"Accident." Hotch said.

They rushed to the hospital.

Garcia cried.

Morgan fought.

Emily paced.

JJ prayed.

Rossi observed.

Hotch waited.

They all waited.

A car, a drunk driver.

And in a flash,

It all ended.

A bright life.

A young life.

A good life.

Gone.

How could this happen?

How could they deal with this?

All because a friend's name

Was followed with three letters

Three fatal letters.

"Dr. Spencer Reid?"

They stood.

They waited.

"DOA."

No.

It couldn't be real.

It had to be a dream.

How could they never

See his smile again?

Laugh with him again?

Tease him again?

But the problem was,

No matter how much

They wished it was untrue.

This was no dream.

This was reality.

And Spencer Reid…

Spencer Reid was dead.