Warning: Spoilers for Revelations.
Disclaimer: I do not own criminal minds or its characters.
Reid Groaned as he opened his eyes, looking blearily at the blue ceiling of his room. His first thought was this isn't my room. The second was. No wait, this is my room. And he groaned again as he realized why he was so confused. This wasn't Dream Reid's room. Wow, he was starting to confuse himself. He flung out an arm to stop his alarm clock's incessant chime. Instead of stopping the ringing, he wound up knocking the evil contraption onto the floor. He sighed and resigned himself to the fact that he would have to get out of bed and get the alarm. He dragged himself to his feet before kneeling next to his bed in search of the dreaded nuisance. It was under the bed, meaning he would have to lay flat on his stomach on the floor to reach it. He shook his head at how clumsy he could be, while laying on the floor. He reached under the bed blindly and he grabbed the first thing that his fingers touched. It wasn't his alarm, which he registered was still making noise in the background. No, what he was looking at was a syringe. He stared at it, confused for a moment. Why is this here? As soon as the thought crossed his mind, he was struck with a blinding headache. He made a strangled noise and grabbed his head. Images flashed through his mind, almost too fast to see. As soon as he focused on one, it was replaced with another. First he saw a man. Tobias, his mind whispered. Then a shed, a bare light bulb on a chord, computer screens, a graveyard, a revolver. Then came the smell. Burning fish guts, gunsmoke, fear. Then, at last, the noise. "For God's will.", "The Devil can read too.", "Confess.", "It makes it better.", "He cannot break you.", "Please, I don't want it.", "Do I look like Raphael to you, boy?" the click of a revolver, wood breaking the bones in his feet, the screams of the innocent people he sentenced to death. The last thing he felt before his vision cleared was a needle pushing into the soft skin of his arm. He threw the syringe as far from him as he could before running to the bathroom and emptying whatever was in his stomach. Standing up, he stumbled to the sink and washed his face with cold water, rinsing out his mouth. He leaned against the sink, running his fingers through his short, curly hair. What is happening to me? He thought and took a shaky breath. It felt so… real. Was it? No, that's impossible. His logical mind argued. Oh, yeah, about as impossible as dreaming about people who you've never seen, or MET for that matter and knowing their names, and how they act, and- he sighed, rubbing his face. Okay, compartmentalize. Just… act normal. Yeah, the easiest thing in the world. He rolled his eyes. This isn't even his biggest problem at the moment… whatever 'this' is. He still had a serial killer who wanted to kill him. Had it really only been two days ago that his only problem was that he thought it was weird to have dreams about people that he made up? It felt like two years. Well, while he was acting 'normal' he might as well get ready for the day.
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There was a loud knock at his front door as he was buttoning up his navy blue shirt. "Give me a second!" He yelled, and tucked the shirt into his black slacks. He already had the rest of his clothes on, and he ran to the door. He opened the door, slightly out of breath from having had to dodge and jump over piles of books. Morgan stood there, leaning against the door frame.
"Nice glasses." He said, eyebrows raised slightly. Reid then realized that the FBI agent had only ever seen him wearing contacts before.
"I was just about to put in my contacts." He muttered, and went toward his bedroom to put his contacts in. Morgan took that as his que to enter and shut the door behind him.
"Nice place." Morgan said offhandedly.
"Thanks." Was all he said as he went into his bedroom. He wasn't in the best mood. When he returned, Morgan was sitting at the bar on a stool, looking at his phone. "So, you're staying with me the whole day, then?" Reid asked, adjusting the strap of his messenger bag.
"Yup. You're our best lead." He said not looking up. Reid resisted the urge to roll his eyes at that response. He had known the man for, what, a day? And he talked to him like an old friend. It wasn't that he really minded, it was just… weird. That seems to be the only word in my vocabulary lately. People don't usually take to him so quickly, but he guessed there was nothing 'usual' about this. "Well let's get going then."
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Reid spent the day as he normally would, lecturing, answering student questions, writing papers on various subjects. He did get more than a few odd looks because of the intimidating man who was with him, but all and all, more normal than he expected. That night when they got back to Reid's apartment, Morgan said goodnight and left. Once the door was firmly closed, he went in search of the awful syringe he found earlier. He walked into his room and looked around. If I were a syringe, where would I be? He looked around for about ten minutes, starting with where he was sure it had landed, and when it remained elusive, searched everywhere else. It was just gone. He even checked under the bed again! All he found were dust bunnies and his alarm clock, which turned off at some point. He rubbed his face and sighed. Had it ever been there, or was really going crazy? Despite his question, he knew deep down that it was very real. What he didn't know, was how it was real. He was going to find out. One way, or another.
A/N: Hey all, so school is starting for me tomorrow and my updates may become less frequent. I do apologize to all my readers for this, but it can't be helped :( As always, reviews are very appreciated and I will update as soon as I get the chance!