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Chapter Two:
"Extreme narcoleptic episode."
"We don't know how long he'll be asleep. Has he gotten much sleep in the last six weeks?"
"We'll keep you informed of any changes."
These phrases spun around Prentiss' head as she watched Reid sleep. He didn't look comfortable as there was a slight grimace on his face and his eyes were clenched shut. Prentiss didn't know what he was thinking while he slept but it couldn't be pleasant.
She shook her head. This wasn't fair. After all he'd been through, lack of sleep had taken him down. Prentiss should have done more. She should have done more to get him out sooner.
Rossi appeared.
"Beating yourself up over what you have no control over?"
She looked up at him. "You know me too well."
"The kid will wake up," Rossi said. "I'm sure of it."
"I wish had I had your confidence," she said. "The doctors said he could be in this form from any amount ranging from a few days to a few months."
"Try to stay positive Emily," Rossi said. "It is the only thing that is keeping me sane."
"I'll give it a shot."
With a clanging sound, the power went out.
"So much for being positive," Prentiss said as a loud banging sound started as the generators kicked in.
"I spoke with one of the nurses," Rossi said. "A nasty storm is brewing and none of weather men can figure out where it is coming from."
"Hey guys," J.J. said. She looked completely soaked to the bone and her hair was a mess.
Rossi stared at her. "Did you swim here?"
"It felt like it," she said and turned to Reid. "He doesn't look well."
"How's his mom?" Prentiss asked to distract her briefly.
"Thankfully, for once, she forgot about Reid falling into a coma. I told her he was at the beach and she said she hoped he packed plenty of sunscreen. The nurse seemed really nice and not psychotic."
"Ignorance can be bliss," Rossi said.
There was another lightning strike followed thunder that shook the whole building.
"Why does it feel like we are at the center of a storm?" Prentiss asked.
"Because we are," J.J. said. "I looked up the weather on my phone and we're at the center of what is being described as a 'hurricane-like storm.' It only stretches for a few blocks. The hospital isn't accepting any new patients and I had to flash my FBI credentials to get in."
"The world is mourning the loss of Spencer and Walker," Prentiss said absent-mindedly.
With a thunderclap, a woman dressed in a red business suit with red hair piled in a neat bun appeared.
"You're partially right," she said simply. "The world is missing Spencer Reid."
"Who are you?" Rossi asked. "And where did you come from?"
"Those are two very complicate questions," she said.
A very wet Garcia suddenly rushed in followed by Alvez and Lewis.
"How's Boy Wonder?" she asked and stopped in front of him. "He looks sad."
"You can help him," the woman said. "But first you need to believe."
She let out a soft whistle.
Everyone closed their eyes. For five seconds, each of their faces was filled with ecstasy. When they opened their eyes, their cheeks turned red and they couldn't look their coworkers in the eye.
"What did you do?" J.J. asked.
"I gave you each a chance to visualize your greatest sexual fantasy."
"How did you do that?" Alvez asked.
"I am not human like you," she said. "I guard another realm known as the Dreaming, the place where you go when you go to sleep. Spencer Reid is a human architect. His dreams of science, arts, and math, fill the realm with ideas for other like-minded individuals. He inspires people in his sleep."
"Are we really expected to believe all that?" Prentiss asked.
She whistled again and the agents closed their eyes. This time looks of horror appeared. Alvez tried to swat things off his arm and J.J. was breathing heavily. There were tears in Lewis and Garcia's eyes and Rossi moaned. Prentiss gripped her stomach as though there was a wound. They opened their eyes after five seconds and looked relieved to see each other.
"Nightmares?" Prentiss asked.
She nodded.
"So, what are you?" Garcia asked.
"I am a nightmare hunter. I need your help fighting the monsters that plague Spencer Reid before the Dreaming collapses and chaos reigns."
