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Here's Day 2, if you don't understand what's happening just yet you soon will.

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"Reid answer me!"

Spencer's mouth bobbed open and closed as his best friends voice berated his ears with factious, angry growls.

"It's 6.30, why the hell are you calling me?" Morgan grumbled down the phone and Spencer heard shuffling as Morgan no doubt pushed his sheets off.

Morgan? Morgan!

He felt his heart soar. Just a dream, he thought to himself, a nightmarish, surprisingly realistic dream, but obviously a dream no less.

"I-I... was...khm making sure..." Spencer's words began to trip over themselves as he tried to explain.

"Are you alright?" Morgan asked, sounding less annoyed than his sleepy grumbles. "You sound like you've just run a mile or somin... which is... not like you," Morgan said slowly as Spencer continued to splutter, trying to come up with some kind of reasoning for waking up the older agent.

"I-I hadadreamandfeltrealand-."

"Slow down kid." Morgan's voice became softer and Spencer calmed ever so slightly and took a quick breath, reassuring himself that if Morgan was here then so was the rest of his team and therefore it was a dream, a spiteful, terrifying dream.

"I... I had a nightmare. I had to call...make sure..."

"You wanna talk about it?" Morgan, unknown to Spencer, was sat up in his bed, wide awake now and anxious as he drew his feet slowly down onto the floor.

"No. No, it's fine... thank you. I just had to call you... make sure you were alright." Spencer sighed deeply into his phone and closed his eyes. "It felt so real," he said in a quiet breath.

"Well, I'm here if you wanna talk about it. Right now though, I'm going back to sleep for an hour, and for waking me up you can do some of my paperwork. See ya later, pretty boy," the older agent said with a hint of a snicker and Spencer could practically hear the grin of satisfaction on Morgan's face before he hung up. Reid couldn't help smiling himself, even though he'd just earned himself more work.

"It was just a nightmare," he said reassuringly while he rubbed his face. He laughed at the absurdity. He needed to keep control of these nightmares. Gideon had taught him how, once upon a time, but Spencer's solid gold memory seemed to be failing him on that front

Spencer got up out of bed. He was still wiping his eyes when his hip connected painfully with the chest of drawers. He held his side, getting a strong feeling of deja vu. He glared at the furniture as if it had grown a fist and punched him for no good reason.

He went through his normal morning routine. He cursed loudly when he stubbed his toe against a book on his way out of the bathroom and he grabbed it and slammed it down on his no good chest of drawers.

"There," he hissed, "you're made for each other."

He made it to work with no other incidents by 7.40 am.

He groaned when he saw Morgan's massive pile of work and he reluctantly slugged a few from the top.

Spencer opened his first file, setting aside the ones from Morgan's pile so as to prove he had indeed done as promised. He frowned as he flicked further through the pages. He was sure he'd done this exact file before. But it was impossible. He skimmed through the rest of his pile which only made his scowl deepen. He had read and finished all of the files. He shook his head, thinking it couldn't be right. In his nightmare, he had completed these exact files.

Reid bit his lip, thinking hard. He couldn't understand the phenomenon that lay in front of his eyes. He glanced at Morgan's files and then back at his own and shrugged; he had too much to get on with- whether he was having severe deja vu or not- to investigate further.

He pulled out a pen and began filling in the paperwork; he remembered everything he'd written in his dream, so he was able to complete it quicker than he usually did. Within 20 minutes he was already onto Morgan's stack. He felt strangely exhilarated as if he had gained a supernatural power at writing paperwork, (his brain reminded him countlessly that was an impossibility.)

Spencer dumped Morgan's files back on the older agent's desk and opened up the book he had stashed in his drawer.

He opened it up to the bookmark and chewed his lip. He'd read this book in his dream as well.

"Hey pretty boy, I was only kidding!" said Morgan, his brow furrowing in shock when he saw the big pile of paperwork Spencer had done for him. Reid waved a hand, still nose deep in his book.

"I finished mine early and it's the least I could do," he said simply with a shrug.

Spencer sat up suddenly, realising he should take his files to the third floor. In his nightmare, Hotch had told him to and he'd slipped on the stairs. Since his dream was seeming scarily real he decided to get his files to their respected place without having to use the dreaded staircase.

He grabbed his files, taking JJ, Emily's and the small pile of Morgan's that he'd completed and he headed for the elevator.

"Woah. Hold your horse's, boy genius," Garcia placed a hand on his chest to stop him. "Case first. You can file them later."

Spencer sighed and placed the work back on his desk.

Spencer sat in the conference room, gaping down at his file. Not possible, he thought. He read the file three times and knew without a doubt that this was the exact same case he'd profiled in his dream.

"You alright Reid?" Hotch asked, his eyebrows bending into their usual stance. The bewildered expression on his youngest agent's face was a little disconcerting.

"Uh yeah..." Spencer mumbled, glancing up into the professional faces of his co-workers. He knew he couldn't confess what was bothering him, it was too... strange.

If this was the same case as his dream then the location would be the same; he knew that he couldn't predict the future, but he had a feeling that if he did the math again, the location would lead to Brookbank farmhouse. He started running through the math when Hotch snapped him out of his thoughts.

"If you're sure. I need you to go drop your files off on the third floor. Take the others as well, I see even Derek had completed some." Hotch raised an eyebrow in Derek's direction, knowing full well that the agent hadn't been in early enough to complete his paperwork.

"Oh, right, yeah sure," Spencer stammered. He remembered Hotch asking the same thing in the nightmare he'd had. The coincidences were mounting up. He got up hurriedly and scurried about the bullpen grabbing the files he'd set down just 10 minutes before. His mind whirred with maths and he came to the same conclusion as he had in his dream: their ubsub was going to strike the farmhouse.

"Need help?" JJ asked.

Spencer looked around and saw the blonde bending down to reach something in her draw.

"Nope, I..." Spencer paused and looked over at the elevator. He recalled his nightmare and he wasn't ready to risk the stairs again. "Actually can you go hold the elevator?"

"Oh sure," JJ said and she hurried ahead of him and stuck her foot in the door.

"Thanks." Spencer offered her a grateful smile as she turned back before he sighed and repositioned the towering files.

Reid managed to make it to the third floor and back without a single accident although all the whole his mind had been on getting a map and finding the location he was sure could close the case. He returned to his desk and huffed. Things were going back to normal. Or at least normal for Spencer Reid.

He went to grab his mug and realised it was empty. He stared at the dark dregs mournfully. He knew for sure that he hadn't drunk it. He looked up and saw Morgan watching him from the corner of his eye with a grin and Spencer closed his mouth and set it in an angry line.

"Morgan! Was this you?" he snapped, slamming the mug on Morgan's desk. Morgan tried to keep his features neutral and appear innocent.

"Who me? Of course not," he smiled sweetly.

"Why?!"

"Well, I had two options, drink your coffee, or go to the kitchen, measure our the coffee, boil a new pot, wait for that and then have to clean it up when I was done. I needed coffee, kid, you left yours for the taking," Morgan said in his defense and he held his hands up in surrender. Spencer growled and stormed off to the break area.

"Oh, out of curiosity, how much sugar do you put in your coffee? Actually, let me rephrase, how much coffee do you have with your sugar?" Derek puckered his lips together as if he had a weird taste on his tongue. This only made Reid growl harder as he filled the coffee machine with hot water. He thought he may even have steam coming from his ears rather than the pot of boiling coffee.

Morgan chuckled to himself as he watched the genius prepare coffee. The coffee machine beeped to inform its user that it was ready for action. Spencer grabbed the pot and whipped around to where he'd left his mug only to smack into Anderson who had been going to get his own mug of coffee. Anderson's body collided with the coffee pot tipping it over the hand that was holding it. As the boiling liquid sloshed over his fingers, Reid yelped and dropped the pot. His yelp turned into an agonised shout and he clutched his hand.

Morgan glanced up to see Spencer drop the coffee and shake his hand out, whimpering in pain. Shit, he thought, getting out of his chair and heading over to his friend.

"Shit, shit, shi..." Spencer cursed under his breath, waving his hand around frantically as it throbbed.

"Sorry, Dr. Reid. I wasn't looking where I...are you alright?" Anderson frowned anxiously at the agent who was bent double, clutching his blistering hand. Reid grunted in response, shaking his hand out while his face screwed up in pain.

"Agent M..Morgan, I...I didn't..."

Spencer interrupted Anderson's apology when he stumbled over to the sink, knocking the drying rack across the counter. He turned the faucet on all the while making deep grunting noises and jammed his right hand beneath the cold waterfall. His sigh came out along with a squeak as the chilled stream soothed his angry red skin.

"Reid, you alright man?" Morgan asked, placing a firm hand on Spencer's shoulder, which caused the young genius to jerk back.

"Oh. Uh. I'm fine?" He gritted his teeth and sounded unconvincing through the severe pain.

"No, you're not. Show me," Morgan ordered and he held his palm out expectantly. Spencer shook his head, his eyes wide and scared.

"Can't, Morgan. Burns have to be held under cold water for at least ..." a moan interrupted him. "Five minutes".

Morgan rolled his eyes and bent forward over the sink to examine the hand in question. He kissed his teeth when his eyes caught the blisters forming over the raw skin. Beneath the faucet, he could see how the raging red skin contrasted the natural paleness of the rest of Spencer's arm.

"Nah. We're going to the hospital, man." He shook his head and pulled back up beside a hissing Spencer.

"N..no, no..." Spencer started until he heard anxious voices behind them.

"Spence? Morgan? Everything okay?" Spencer flicked his head around to see JJ rushing over to them, with Emily in tow.

"Uh.." Spencer opened his mouth and glanced at his fingers which were starting to go numb from the cold water.

"It was my fault," insisted Anderson suddenly who was looking guiltily at his feet (which just so happened to be the only place the coffee had caught him.)

Morgan waved Anderson away. "Not your fault," he mumbled. He turned to the ladies. JJ was staring in horror at Spencer's hand -he was trying to position himself in a way that they wouldn't see the burns- whereas, Emily was trying to get by to wash her mug. She paused when she saw the coffee covered floor, as well as the fact that Spencer was blocking the sink.

"What's up?" she asked, her brow furrowing.

"Nothin..."

They all turned on Spencer, giving him a look of 'seriously' and he shied away from them.

"Anderson accidentally bumped into him while he was holding a fresh pot of coffee," Morgan explained simply, his eyes still trained on Reid, who forgot the embarrassment of their prying eyes and was biting his lip and wincing; the waters soothing qualities were wearing off.

"Jeez," gasped Emily, leaning closer to get a look at Reid's hand; Spencer was in too much pain to try and hide.

"Didn't realise you were paid to clean the kitchen," chuckled Rossi, walking past the concerned agents and heading to the coffee machine. When his eyes caught the empty machine he sighed.

"Hah hah, very funny. Hide the coffee from Rossi. You do know that prank works better on Reid". Rossi frowned when no one else laughed; his frown deepened when nobody returned the coffee to its rightful place. He turned and his frown dispersed, his eyebrows skirting his hairline.

"Oh".

"Yea 'oh'," Morgan said.

"I'm sure it's been five minutes now, Reid," Derek insisted, focusing his attention back on Spencer and trying to remove Reid's hand himself.

"What's wrong here? We really need to get on with this case." The deep grumble of their boss came from behind them and Reid bit his lip even harder.

"Coming." Reid pulled his hand out from under the faucet and pushed through the crowd his team had formed, shaking the water from his hand and forcing a neutral look on his face.

"No you don't..." quipped Morgan, grabbing Reid by the shoulder and holding him there. I guess he is as strong as he looks, Reid thought. Morgan grasped Spencer's right arm and hoisted it up for examination, unfortunately for Reid, the whole team had a front row seat.

Spencer peered at his painful hand and even he grimaced at the sight. The skin on the palm and fingertips was peeling off, revealing a fresh new layer under the wrinkled remains of dead skin. This new skin shone a vibrant red against the pale skin; blood pooling in small areas where the boiling coffee had burnt deeper. Third degree, Spencer thought. The back of his hand hadn't fared much better. The skin had managed to cling on most parts, but small blisters had started to appear over the crimson skin.

"Take him to the hospital," Hotch commanded, Morgan nodded in agreement. Reid opened his mouth to object, but he had everyone's eyes on him again.

"I'll get some ice," JJ offered, turning to the refrigerator.

"What are you all doing? I didn't realise lunch st... oh my god! Reid, you-your hand!" Penelope cried. Spencer pulled his hand from Morgan and tried to let it hang casually at his side, but as soon as it dropped he cried out.

"I'm taking him to the hospital now, Baby Girl," Morgan reassured her, holding Spencer's hand up again.

"I c-can't leave y-yet..." Spencer stuttered, his eyes narrowing as the burning intensified.

"I don't care. You're going to the hospital Reid," said Hotch sternly. JJ handed Morgan an ice pack, and he held in gently to Reid's palm, causing the young agent's knees to bend when the corner of his eyes darkened. Morgan held him up.

"B-but I-I know the location," Spencer stammered, blinking rapidly to disturb the blurriness settling over his eyes. Morgan was pulling him to the elevator by this point, ignoring his desperate pleas. Spencer wrenched his head around to the others, who were looking on nervously at his retreating back as they clambered into the elevator and the metal doors began to clamp shut.

"Brookbank!" shouted Spencer. "Brookbank far..." the doors slammed together cutting Reid off.

"What's he on about?" Garcia asked timidly.

"Something about a location. I don't know what for," Rossi scowled.

"Garcia, see what you can find on a Brookbank in Virginia. I want it pinned on the map," Hotch said. Garcia nodded and scuttled off to her lair.

"We've only been looking at this case for what? an hour?" marveled Emily, filling the coffee pot with water. "How can he have worked something out this soon?" she mused.

"This is Spence we're talking about," chuckled JJ, as she took a cloth to the coffee soaked floor.

Spencer held his hand up to his shoulder and sighed heavily. They'd been waiting two hours already. He dared not look at his hand, though he could feel it pulsating through the makeshift bandage and the two ice packs which had long since stopped soothing his wounds.

Morgan got up for the 10th time- as Spencer had counted so far- and marched over to the receptionist and back to the busy waiting room with a look of defeat.

"This is ridiculous! Your hand will fall off by the time they see you!" snapped Morgan, flopping angrily into his chair.

"Uh, not helping," hissed Spencer, moving his hand and sending a fresh wave of pain through it. Morgan gave the kid an apologetic look. He felt pretty guilty for this whole situation. If he hadn't drunk Spencer's coffee they probably wouldn't be there. A nurse nudged Morgan from his remorseful thoughts.

"Spencer Reid?" Spencer glanced up eagerly, ready to get checked in, out and back to the BAU. "The doctors ready to see you now", the nurse smiled closed lipped at him and directed them to an examination room.

Morgan launched himself onto his feet, grumbling "about time," to the cheerful nurse.

Spencer averted his eyes from his hand when the doctor started prodding and tutting at the injuries. Morgan's phone started ringing part way through the exam and he answered it.

"Hey Hotc-"

"No cell phones in here, sir," the doctor warned, not bothering to look up from Spencer's hand as he cleaned it roughly making Spencer's face screw up.

"We're with the FBI. It's important," bickered Morgan, indignantly. The doctor gave the deepest burn a final scrub (Spencer gasped audibly), and looked up wearily at the muscular agent.

"Rules still apply," he shot back. Morgan stormed from the room, never putting the phone down.

"Sorry Hotch, hospital rules. What's up?" Morgan glanced around to make sure no one could tell him to hang up.

"Before I tell you, how's Reid?" Morgan frowned and tapped his feet on the ground.

"Uh, he's alright, we've only just been seen, so I don't know the extent. What's happened?" He said insistently.

"The location Reid gave us, well turns out that it is the unsub's next hit. The residence fit our unsub's victimology and it links up to the other crime scenes on the map", Hotch's voice was a mixture of confidence and pride.

"How the hell did Reid work that out, he'd barely even looked at the case," mused Morgan.

"That doesn't matter. All I know is that it all fits together...perfectly. If he follows his schedule he should be there already. Morgan, we could get this guy before he strikes again", there was a childish excitement lacing Hotch's normally stony voice.

"Okay, are you going to check it out?"

"We're hoping to, we need you though," Morgan's frown deepened, he was feeling even worse for drinking the coffee; now Spencer couldn't even help bring the unsub down; the unsub who he had found.

"What about Reid? he-"

"What hand did he burn?"

"His right hand, bu-"

"That's his gun hand. There's no way he can shoot," Hotch deadpanned.

"Do you expect me to tell the kid to go home?" Morgan growled. "He found this guy, Hotch. This is hardly fai-"

"Morgan, I'm thinking of his safety. I want you here in 15 minutes so we can head to Brookbank farm. I'm already sending Anderson over to pick Reid up and take him home," Morgan sighed deeply, so he's planned everything already.

"He ain't gonna like this," was all Morgan said before hanging up and heading back into the examination room.

Spencer's hand was layered in thick white cream and his eyes were closed, the cream was certainly doing its job.

"How is he?" Morgan asked as the doctor bustled back in, causing Spencer to snap his eyes open.

"2nd and third-degree burns on his hand. Deep contusions. I wouldn't expect a quick recovery," he shrugged placing a bag of drugs next to Spencer.

"These are antibiotics to prevent infection. These are painkillers," he motioned to the two bags and Spencer pushed away the second with his good hand.

"I won't be needing those," he groaned, turning his nose up at the painkillers. Reid gave the two men a look and neither of them thought it wise to argue.

"Turns out you were right Pretty Boy. Our unsub is going to hit Brookbank farm next ", Reid nodded slowly, a feeling of dread coming over him. "I need to go with the others to bring him in. Anderson is on his way to take you hom-"

"I'm coming," glared Spencer.

"Sorry, Kid, Hotch's decision. And how could you help us with your jacked up hand?" another pang of guilt rinsed over the older agent. Spencer went to argue, but Morgan raised his hand. "Seriously Reid, just go home. We've got this. I really need to go," with that Morgan swept from the room so that Spencer couldn't debate his way out of their bosses decision.

By the time Anderson arrived, Reid was in the waiting room, trying to hide his pain. His hand was heavily bandaged in gauze and thick white cloth. He could still feel the steady burning, though the cream was still doing its job at easing that burn.

"Hey, Dr Reid. I just wanted to say again how sorry I am f-for uh...the-"

"That's fine. Just..." an idea filled Spencer's mind and he couldn't shake it off.

"Are you alright, Dr? Let's get you home."

"Anderson you know I forgive you right?" The older agent nodded cautiously.

"Well to make it up for me can you do me the smallest of favours. In fact, it'll probably work out easier for you."

Within 20 minutes Anderson was pulling up at the BAU, with a grinning Spencer beside him.

"I won't get into trouble for this, right?" Anderson asked nervously.

"Of course not, if anyone asks I forced you into this," Anderson grimaced and got out from the car hurriedly, attempting to open Reid's door.

"Thanks," Spencer chirped as he jogged to the elevator.

Reid skipped into the office, his friend's desks were empty, as was Rossi and Aaron's offices and the conference room. He darted off to the one place that was rarely empty; Garcia's lair.

"No, you be careful," Garcia hand a headset on and was typing away at her computer. She turned upon hearing her door open and gaped at Spencer.

"Reid! You-you're s-supposed to-"

"I couldn't just go home," Reid shrugged, keeping his white-clad hand behind his back.

Voices started shouting in Garcia's ear and she tried to shush them.

"Oh! Take this Reid. I think they want to- ALRIGHT! Morgan, just give me a minute! Jeez." she passed Reid a microphone and earpiece and offered up her black swivel chair which she'd decorated in pink tinsel.

"Reid here," Spencer said awkwardly, instantly wanting to facepalm himself.

"And what the hell are you doing 'here'?" Snarled Derek, kicking a tuft of dead grass by his feet. They were about to storm the farmhouse.

"Reid, I ordered you to go home," said Hotch, a glower upon his brow.

"As I've said before, I'm a doctor, and I didn't think I needed to go-"

"I told Anderson to take you home," grumbled Rossi, shaking his head, recall not the $20 he had slipped the agent.

"Don't blame him. I made him bring me back. Look I'm fine guys and if you thought that I would just go home then you don't know me at all," Reid quipped, he felt immediately bad for saying it. "What I-uh what I mean is that I want to help. I couldn't sit at home whilst you risked your lives." Spencer corrected himself sheepishly.

There was silence on the other end as they took in what their youngest said. He is safe there, thought Rossi secretly.

"You are not to move from Garcia's office, am I clear?" Jibbed Hotch seriously. Spencer smiled, replying with a slightly smug "crystal".

"And if you go against my orders again, I will suspend you, "Hotch added, this threat made Reid swallow thickly.

"Yes, sir."

He prayed they couldn't hear his voice quiver.

Spencer and Garcia remained quiet on their end, listening to the team as they began their search. They kept glancing at each other anxiously. Rossi and Emily went through the back, Morgan through the front and Hotch and JJ took the side entrance.

Reid suddenly felt very sick, knowing he should be with Morgan.

"No! Don't go in there!" Reid screamed suddenly into the radio. He swallowed and his free hand carded roughly through his curls.

"We're already inside Reid," came Hotch's confused voice. That's when the first shot sounded.

"No!" squealed Penelope, grabbing one of her many stuffed animals and clutching it to her chest.

"Get out! Get out now!" Spencer reiterated as he slammed his fists harder into his head. Another shot went off and then another.

"Please! Do it. Get out!" cried Garcia.

"Tell me everyone's okay," she whispered, taking Reid's hand in hers, forgetting his injury. Spencer seemed to have forgotten as well because he didn't recoil at the pain.

"You have to leave!" begged Spencer.

"No, Reid, we have to get this bastard," crackled Morgan's voice through the radio.

"No! Get out!" he pleaded. Garcia was in tears already.

"There's a..."

The radios all went dead.

Spencer's heart practically stopped. No, no!

He held his chest with his palm tightly. It felt as if he was being torn apart like he had been in his dream.

He couldn't handle it, not again.

He closed his eyes. Shutting out Penelope's desperate sobs. Cutting the radio's muteness. Quetiening the sound of his heart palpitations.

Spencer shot up from under the covers, breathing heavily. He blinked into the darkness.

"What..." he mumbled, his voice cracking slightly from emotion.

He peered over to his clock.

6.27am.

Monday, September 13th.

Day 3 is coming, and things are going to get a little dark soon, you'll see why in the next few chapters.

Sorry for the delay, I needed time to get my head around the next few chapters.

Day 3 will be at your doorsteps in a day or two.

Please leave a review, tell me what you think so far. Your support means so much!

Thanks for reading!

See you at 6.27am, Monday 13th of September, (don't worry I won't take that long, that's just where Spencer is at the moment)