Spencer Reid woke with a start after his newest jaunt with nightmares. The same ones happened every night. He sat up knowing that trying to go back to sleep was a waste of time. He rubbed his eyes and looked over at the beautiful woman that he called his. The thought of losing her was unthinkable. Emily Prentiss. The woman that had changed his life. Together they worked with 5 others in the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI. That's where he and Emily had met. For the first few years of her working there, she had made it perfectly clear that she didn't need a man. The team quickly learned about her independence issue. The last few years had been trying though. Emily and himself had been held captive at an underground cult, Hotch's wife had gotten killed by Foyet, Will LaMontagne had left JJ and Henry, and the cases they had gotten were more troubling than ever. Hotch struggled daily knowing it had been his fault for his ex-wife's death. He also wondered whether he should be with his son, Jack all day, or be in the BAU. Being a profiler had its advantages, but also had its disadvantages. It hurt to see pieces of your inseparable family being in pain.

Well, back to his nightmares. Every night they were the same. He was walking down endless flights of stairs yelling, "Emily! Emily! Sweetheart, hold on, I'm Coming!" Then after the flights of stairs, he would find Emily lying on the floor staring up at him. Dead. It haunted him every night….

Spencer walked into the den and sat in his chair. A few minutes later he heard rustling in the bedroom.

"Hey Spence, are you in here?" Emily said as she walked in.

"Hey Em, I'm here."

"Can't sleep again?"

"No, not really." He replied pulling her into his lap.

"I'm sorry. I wish I could help."

"I don't think you can take away my nightmares, sweetie."

"Gosh, Spence! Is it that same one?"

"Yeah, I wish they would just go away!"

"I know you do, but you don't need to worry. I'm right here, Spence, and I don't plan on going anywhere."

"I love you, Emily. So much."

"And I love you, Spencer Reid. You're my genius, and you should know that I would never leave you."

"I know, but sometimes I need to be reminded."

"Oh do you now?" Emily reached up and kissed Spencer just as soon as the doorbell rang.

"Oh God , who could that be at 5 o'clock in the morning?" Spencer said as he pushed Emily off of his lap and ran towards the door.

"Em, get your gun. Just in case."

"What? Spence, I don't think……"

"Do it, Emily! NOW!"

Spencer sprinted to the door and opened it to find a young woman about 18 or so with light, sandy brown hair and brown eyes with a hot pink suitcase sitting beside her and a black guitar case. Spitting image of himself.

"Um, are you Dr. Spencer Reid?" the girl asked.

"Yes, how can I help you?"

"My name is Rebecca Reid, and I'm your sister."