Hey, everyone. Here is the next chapter for you all. I hope you enjoy this chapter. To answer some questions, this is a bit like a nightmare on elm street but I'm going to change it up in the story, this won't become a long-term fanfic as it's an idea I just really wanted to do. I'm starting my other new fanfic on Tuesday and it'll be a team kidnapping fanfic with Reid in the spotlight. I'm sorry but the show doesn't have near enough Reid whump lately so I'm trying to fill that gap. Enjoy and I'd love to hear from you all.

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Reid laid in the hospital bed, his chest and shoulder throbbing with pain from where the deep cut was. Luckily, it hadn't been deep enough to do any major damage but required over twenty-five stitches to close it, he had refused the anesthetic and chosen for the doctor to numb the area. He had not told the others about the dream, no, he could only describe it as a nightmare. He didn't know how he had received the long cut down his shoulder and chest, it wasn't possible for people to get hurt in nightmares and wake up with the same wound. Every part of the nightmare repeated in his mind. The words from the man in the white mask echoing constantly in his head.

I know you're after me.

He came out of his thoughts as the door to his room opened, Morgan walked in and gave him a small smile. "How are you feeling?"

"Bit woozy," Reid admitted. "They said that was due to the blood I lost, it wasn't a serious amount."

"Reid, all of us feel confused as hell," Morgan said. "JJ said you just started screaming in your sleep and then there was blood coming through your shirt. We didn't find anything that could have cut you, we searched your clothing and the car. How did this happen?"

"I was asleep, Morgan, I have no idea how this happened," he shrugged, he let out a hiss as he realised how much pain the movement caused him. "Dammit."

"Do you want anything for the pain?" Morgan asked, already knowing the answer.

"No, I don't want anything for the pain."

"Reid, what were you screaming about in your sleep?"

"Nothing," he lied, not wanting Morgan to think he was crazy.

"Don't lie to me, kid."

"I was dreaming about my childhood home, I went up the door and my seven-year old self opened the door."

"Why would that make you scream?" Morgan questioned.

Reid remained silent and remembered his younger self screaming at him in the nightmare to watch out, his younger self had saved him from being killed. Can you die in a dream? he wondered.

Morgan was about to talk when his phone went off, Reid watched as he picked it up and began a conversation. A grim look came to Morgan's face before he hung up the phone. "We have another victim."

"Who? How did they die?"

"A young man called Kevin Sarvon, he got shot eight times in the back but there are no signs of entry and none of his neighbours heard gunshots, I have to go and meet with Hotch at the crime scene. We aren't finished with this discussion, kid. Do you need anything before I go?"

"Could you get me a coffee?" he asked

"Sorry, kid, doctor said that you wasn't allowed to have coffee till you blood count comes back up. I can get you some juice or water."

"No, it's okay. Just go and catch this bastard."

A few hours later

Reid felt his eyes droop but sat up again, he blinked and refused to go to sleep. A nurse came in a few minutes later with his doctor.

"Hello, Spencer," the doctor smiled as she came closer to the bed. "The nurses tell me that you're refusing to sleep."

"I don't want to sleep, that's not a crime," he snapped, he realised how rude he was being and sighed. "I'm sorry, that was rude."

"Spencer, you have to sleep. You lost some blood when you received your cut and it's important that you rest. The nurse is going to give you something to help you sleep, it's not a narcotic, just a sedative."

"No, I don't want a sedative," Reid shook his head, he watched as the nurse brought up a syringe to his IV. "Don't you dare put that in my IV."

"Calm down, Spencer, you need to relax," the doctor said as she took his arms to stop him from struggling too much, she didn't want him ripping out his stitches.

Reid watched helplessly as the nurse injected the sedative into his IV, he felt the effects immediately. The doctor lowered him to the bed as he began to fall asleep, he leaned into the pillow and felt a dulled sense of fear as he closed his eyes.

He opened his eyes and found himself back at his childhood home, he turned around on the porch and found himself staring at the fog again. He was about to take a step forward when he was suddenly yanked back through a door. He wrenched himself away from the person who had grabbed him but calmed when he found himself staring at his younger self again. "You're safe in here but not for long. You need to wake up."

"I don't understand," he shook his head. "What is going on?"

"Just wake up, you idiot," his younger self screamed.

"I can't!" he yelled as he became frustrated at the lack of answers. "They gave me a sedative, I can't wake up. Have I gone crazy? Is that it?"

"No, he's after you because he knows you're after him. He knows about the team but he wants you."

"How do you know about the team?"

"I'm little but I'm still you, the logical although strange explanation is that I'm a manifestation that your mind is using to try to protect itself and you. I represent who you were before the bad times began."

"What bad times?"

"Before Dad ran away, before mother began to lose control and before you went to high school. At seven, you were somewhat happy, when you turned eight, everything changed and you grew up into a man quicker than others."

"Don't you just know everything?" Reid cocked his head sarcastically. He wasn't acting like himself and he had every right, he had no idea what was happening.

"If I know everything, that means you know everything. The dark Sandman is after you and you cannot fight him, you have to run. He wants to kill you to stop the others from coming after him."

"Are they in danger?"

"They will be if someone doesn't stop him," his younger self said with a shaky voice.

Reid looked around the room as it began to darken, little Reid grabbed his hand and rushed him up the stairs, they both heard the door downstairs smash open.

"I know you're in here," a voice screamed from downstairs.

Little Reid rushed him down the hall and into a bedroom. Reid looked around his old bedroom and couldn't help but smile at all the notebooks and toys around his room. He got pushed towards a small closet. "I don't want to go in there."

"Don't worry, it doesn't lead to darkness. You have to keep running from him and the deeper you go, the harder it'll be for him to follow. Try not to go too deep, you'll see things you don't want to see and remember the way you came. Just keep running."

"What about you?" Reid asked his younger self.

"Don't worry," little Reid smiled. "I'm good at hiding. We both know how to hide.

Reid stepped through the closet and heard the door slam behind him, he looked back and then look forward to see the closet wall had disappeared and he was now in his old high school's library. "What the hell is going on here?" he said to himself.

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