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Reid hissed as Morgan helped him into a t-shirt, his shoulder ached and burned with each movement but he got past it and managed to get the shirt on. He didn't want any pain medication because it would make him sleepy, he would rather suffer through the pain of a deep cut and a broken nose than go to sleep again. He knew that staying awake wasn't a permanent solution but he hoped they would find the man before he had to sleep again. He had done sleepless nights before, Maeve's death had kept him up for months after her death and he only ever managed a few hours in those months. He lowered himself off the bed into a pair of converses that Morgan tied up for him. The rest of the team had gone ahead of them and they were now back at the BAU.

"Reid, I've seen some strange things in my life but what is happening with you is the weirdest thing I've known in my entire life. I can't even believe we're talking about an unsub killing people in dreams. It makes sense though, there is no other explanation for the deaths or for how you got your injuries. Kid, I'll keep you awake for as long as it's safe, we'll get him before you have to sleep again."

"I know we will, Morgan. I'm going to need anything that can raise my energy levels, things like coffee, sugary food and energy drinks. I really don't want to face him again. He has more control than me."

"How much control does he have?"

"He can turn a knife into an axe and he can follow me anywhere I go, I can only stay ahead of him for a certain amount of time."

"We'll get rid of him, don't worry about that. I'm not going to let him hurt you."

"You can protect me here, Morgan, but you can't protect me while I'm asleep."

Reid walked into the BAU and got guided by Garcia over to the couch where she had put some energy drinks and a cup of coffee on the bedside table. He picked up the coffee and took three large gulps from it.

"Reid, don't drink too much, only drink what you need to stay awake. Your heart can't take too much stimuli, your health is important too. Garcia, Reid will stay with you until this is all over."

"I'll keep an eye on him, I don't think I'm going to go to sleep anytime soon," she said before putting up a list of names on the television screen. "Okay, so these cases are still cold case, the deaths couldn't be explained and the MO fits with this Dark Sandman."

"There are over thirty-six names," Reid said as he looked at all the names. "How long has he been doing this?"

"The first death was three years ago, this list also includes the latest victims," Garcia explained.

"He's been busy," Rossi mumbled.

"Wait, could you find any personal connection?"

"Yes, I did," she smiled. "The first three victims all went to college together and they all had the same professor, his name was Walter Nolan."

"It could be this professor who is doing all the killing," Hotch mused as he looked at the screen. "What about the professor's record?"

"He's clean on the criminal front but he did make some complaints against the three students. He claimed that they were abusing and harassing him in his class and at his home. The complaints got dismissed by the police and the college board."

"What does he teach?" Reid yawned, causing them all to look over to him. "I'm fine, I'm not tired. It's known that when a person yawns, it's their body trying to get more oxygen. Let's just get on with this quickly. I don't think I can last as long as eleven days."

"Eleven days?" JJ frowned.

"The longest time someone has ever stayed awake is eleven days and they did it without any stimulants like red bull or coffee. What does the professor teach?"

"He teaches history," Rossi said as he looked at his tablet. "That would give him plenty of access to cultures."

"There are cultures that believe people can walk through dreams without help, some cultures believe that you can go into other people's dreams using certain herbs and roots," Garcia said.

"Really?" Morgan said before looking to Reid.

"Don't even think about it, Morgan," Reid shook his head. "They're only myths anyway."

"Reid, what is happening to you isn't exactly normal but we're all here trying to save you from a crazed bastard who wants to kill you. Myths don't seem so hard to believe at the moment."

"What are you thinking of doing?" Hotch questioned.

"He's thinking that if he took some of these herbs, he'd be able to help me," Reid explained. "Let's just focus on getting this professor in the waking world. Where does he live?"

"This is where I have some bad news," Garcia sighed. "He's been off the grid for years, he cleared his savings and bank account three years ago and there is no trace of him after the first three murders. He could be anywhere."

"Great," Reid muttered as he closed the file in front of him. "We have no way of tracing this guy."

"We could put out an alert or call for his arrest," Blake suggested.

"With what evidence," Rossi pointed out. "We can't put out an alert as we have no evidence for an arrest and it would bring the local police into this case again. We have no logical answers to give to them. We have to find him ourselves."

"Garcia, get me a list of places where I can get some of the herbs," Morgan asked.

"No," Reid snapped. "He's after me, not you."

"Kid, if we can't find this guy and you fall asleep, you'll be on your own. We're a team for a reason and I'm not about to let you get hurt. I said I would protect you and I will. No matter what crazy way I do it, I'll protect you," Morgan promised before looking to Garcia. "Get me that list, Garcia."

Henry shivered as he walked through the playground, it was dark and daddy had disappeared. "Daddy, where are you?!" he yelled. He felt his heart race as he heard a horrible laughter. He turned around and screamed as a man in a mask laughed at him and grabbed his wrist.

"Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!" he screamed.

"Tell your uncle Spencer that the Dark Sandman is waiting. Call him!"

Henry gasped and bolted upright in his bed, he came into father's arms and held him tightly.

"It's okay, Henry. Daddy's here," Will soothed his frightened son.

"I need to call Uncle Spencer, bad man told me to call Uncle Spencer," Henry cried.

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