She followed him all the way up to the office. He could feel people's eyes on him, questioning. It didn't help how he was dressed, he looked like a hooligan.

"You don't need to come all the way up." He mentioned, shifting a bit in the elevator.

"Sure, I do! I want to see the Batcave where you guys carry out all your crime fighting!" She seemed to be really excited, rocking on the balls of her feet. He felt conflicted. He was happy she was so interested in his work, but once Morgan or Elle see him, the torture will begin. Plus, he already was preparing himself to ask Morgan about nightmare, he didn't want them having more things to make fun of him of, yet he was still grateful to her for being there. He was excited too! He couldn't wait for Elizabeth to see his office and see his work. He felt better, but have 5 hours of peaceful didn't replace the 40 hours of unpeaceful sleep so he was already needed some more coffee. When the elevator opened, he was relieved and disappointed to find he was there before Elle and Morgan.

"Wow, cool, I never been in an FBI office, looks sweet." She said, nodding as she looked around.

"Here one the main level is where all most of the profilers' desks are, mine" pointing at one desk and walking over, Elizabeth followed him, "is this one. There is also Hotch, our team leader," pointing to one of the offices on the ramp, "and over there is JJ's office, she picks our cases and handles the press, and that one is Gideon's office." He said with a smile. It was fun to talk about something he loved to someone who cared and didn't need to. He was about to add more when a beep sound came from Elizabeth's phone. He turned back to her.

"Well," As she looked at the time on her phone, "This is where I must say goodbye, I would love a full tour next time, but I got to bolt, sorry!" Just as she was about to step back in the elevator, she backed out and ran back to him. "oh! Almost forgot, here" She pulled out a paper bag, "leftovers, make sure to eat them at an appropriate time, and don't eat too much sugar, its bad for you!" She gave him the paper bag and just as quickly, ran back to the entrance and disappeared as the elevator door closed.

Spencer stood there for a moment. He was… surprised at the sudden departure. He wondered if this is what she felt like when he left suddenly too. Eventually, he started moving, setting his lunch down on his desk, he moved to go get coffee before he changed clothes. He was almost done putting an appropriate amount of sugar when Morgan appeared.

"Easy there tough guy, have some coffee with your sugar." Morgan said with a smile, sliding over to the other side of the counter.

"I need something to wake me up." He wanted to be out of there and out of these clothes as fast as possible. He didn't need any more humiliation when he told him about his dreams.

"ooh, late night?" He wiggled his eyebrows as he looked Spencer up and down, what was he insinuating?

"Very." Spencer merrily replied offhand.

"My man!" Oh! that's what his insinuating.

"Not that kind of late night" Morgan just chuckled in response.

"Ok so tell me, what does keep young Dr. Reid awake at night so much that he dresses his age? Wait, let me guess, memorizing some obscure text book no no no no, working on cold fusion. No, I got it. I got it, watching star trek…. And laughing at the physics mistakes." Morgan's eyes twinkled with a wry smile on his face. Spencer just shook his head, taking a sip of his coffee, he replied,

"There aren't that many scientific errors in star trek, especially considering how long ago it was made, there are certain improbabilities," Spencer paused swirling his coffee with the stirrer "but not that many outright errors." Looking up he saw Morgan staring at him with disbelief. Morgan unsure of how to reply just said;

"Right" He says is he pats his shoulder, heading to his desk

"Hey! Morgan!" Morgan stopped and turned around.

"Umm these aren't my clothes, I don't own anything this… casual." Spencer though that this might help his case about his nightmare, that he came dressed in like this, that or he was a wimp. "I borrowed a friend's brother's clothes, I didn't want to come wearing rumpled clothes I slept in ."

"So, what? You boys have a boys' geek night? You should know not to stay up late on a school night." Morgan teased, but there was some curiosity there too, looking for more information about his friend.

"No, she and I had a surprise Disney night, I lost a bet, anyway she said you might have some insight into...uh... dreams."

"I'm sorry?" Morgan looked dazed and lost at the mention of him having a female friend and the sudden transition to a more personal issue.

"I guess nightmare would be a more accurate description "

"I'm still processing the fact that you have a friend who is of the opposite sex, hold on, that's what's why you've been loading your coffee with sugar, cause of these nightmare?"

"I used to get them occasionally but lately it's like I have them ever night." Morgan considered what he was saying, focusing on the nightmare issue, for now. Spencer knew it wouldn't be the last about him have a friend outside of work.

"What they about?" Morgan was genuine concerned, or interested, Spencer couldn't decide which.

"This, what we do." Spencer paused for a moment, contemplating the question he was about to ask. "Do you have nightmares?

"Reid I'm not sure If I'm the right person for you to talk to about this."

"Why not?"

"It's just, uh… Did you ask Gideon about it?"

"No"

"You should." Morgan look serious, so much so that Spencer started to consider telling his mentor. But then he thought about how much he had fought for this position because of his age. No, he needed to be strong.

"Hey, Hotch wants everyone in the round table room." Elle walked to the door, waiting for them to follow her. When they didn't she looked at them, "Something up with you two?"

"No" Spencer responded quickly, he didn't need his whole unit thinking he was a baby. He brushed past Elle, walking to the round table. Forgetting to change into a new pair of clothes and missing a look exchanged by his two colleagues.

Flying back to Quantico

Spencer reached down tiredly into his bag, looking for his cards. In response, something crinkled. The bagged lunch. He hadn't eaten it yet. Pulling it out he opening it, inside, surrounded by four ice packs, was some fruit and mac n cheese. Tucked in on the side was a piece of paper.

I know you are probably not opening this during lunch, it's probably night by the time you remember to eat again; so I guess you'll just have to do with cold mac n cheese. It should still be good as long as it's not the next day. Enjoy!

Spencer smiled as he dug in and open the case of fruit.

"Who is she?" Spencer's eyes darted up. Gideon was sitting in the seat across, waiting for a response.

"Huh?"

"Who is she, the one that made the lunch?" He asked, innocent curiosity written on his face.

"A friend." Spencer popping a piece of melon into his mouth.

"Pretty nice friend." Gideon said, watching Spencer's reaction

"Yeah, she is." Spencer paused and stopped to admire the note. Gideon smiled at his young student, and then pulled out his wallet. Inside was a picture of a smiling family.

"Deborah louis Addison, her husband Tim, the kids are Amber and Keith, 8 and 6. In 1985, Deborah Louise was walking home from school. She was abducted. She was 13. We profiled the unsub and we were able to locate her before he harmed her Shew writes a letter to the BAU every year. She updates us on her life." He smiled at the picture, but Spencer just shook his head.

"It's nice but- "Gideon interrupted him.

"We all have bad dreams. Everyone on the plane. Who wouldn't? We hunt the worst of humanity, we see the depths of depravity, we dream of monsters." Gideon said in such a normal logical way, Spencer almost felt embarrassed about his embarrassment. He felt like this was the time, he had to tell someone what his nightmare was about, what happened every time he closed his eyes.

"In my dream, in the most recent version, Elizabeth, my friend, she's in the middle of a circle and there is someone, on the other side and I can't get to her before—" Gideon interrupted again.

"Every night I look at Deborah, helps me, helps me to go to sleep thinking of all the victims we've saved." He admired the photo with tired eyes.

"We don't always beat the monsters to the victims, but we do enough to make the job worth it. Keep the nightmares bearable." Gideon stared at the photo, then offered it to Spencer. "Your friend, cherish the moments you have with her, to be your age, don't let them go to waste." Spencer stared at the happy faces than at the lunch on his lap, a weak smiled pulled at his lips and he closed his weary eyes for a second, with thoughts about his colleagues, the people he has saved, and the new friend he managed to make who thinks his voice smells like sandalwood. For the second time in two weeks, he felt at peace.

Well I got one more chapter, it probably will be posted tonight or tomorrow then I'm hopping to have a regular one chapter per week posting. It might be a bit wonky next week with thanksgiving but I hope you'll bear with me. Thanks for reading!