Spoilers: Season 1: "The Popular Kids", Season 2: "Revelations"
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Two days later, Spencer Reid had come into work nearly asleep. Not having slept on the plane on the flight back from Oregon and then not having slept at home had paid its toll on the young agent. He was standing at the coffee pot in the little kitchenette, slowly pouring the scalding hot liquid into a glass mug. He normally stopped at a coffee shop on his way in, but had decided not to this morning. As he was standing there, yawning, Derek Morgan walked up. Morgan was just as tall as Reid, but more menacing, though not in a bad way. Morgan was what you thought of when you thought FBI. Well, not really, that was Hotch. But Morgan definitely had the physique for the job. He also had all the ladies fawning over him, including Penelope Garcia, computer tech extraordinaire.
"Late night?" Morgan asked, moving around the younger agent.
"Very," replied Reid.
Whereas Reid was expecting some taunt or other remark about his home life, but it didn't come. Instead, Morgan answered with a question. "Nightmares?" The word was like a bomb in Reid's mind. He had had so many nightmares lately. He just stared back at Morgan. "Reid, it's perfectly normal. You've been through a lot."
Reid sipped his coffee, trying to hide his real feelings. In some part of his mind, he wished it was like the last time Morgan had caught him having some coffee with his sugar. Morgan had taunted him, teased him about staying up all night. Morgan had been amused until the conversation had turned to Reid's nightmares.
Reid wished he could tell Morgan what was really going on. Yes, he was having nightmares, much worse than before. So bad he really wanted the drugs back to escape from them. But he knew the second that happened, he'd be sequestered in Aaron Hotchner's office with the unit chief staring him down, breathing down his neck. If only Morgan knew the real reason Reid was staying up. It wasn't the nightmares so much, or memorizing some obscure textbook, working on cold fusion, or even pondering the physics inaccuracies in "Star Trek," as Morgan had teased him with last time.
Reid turned away and wandered towards his desk in the bullpen. He hoped Morgan would let it drop. He didn't.
"You know, you really ought to talk to someone," said Morgan, following the younger agent.
"I have," Reid replied.
"So then why the late nights?"
"It's nothing." Reid set his cup down.
"Yeah, Reid. Keep telling yourself that."
Just then, Aaron Hotchner appeared on the catwalk above the bullpen. All the really important people's offices were up there, along with the meeting room. Aaron Hotchner was what you thought of when you thought of an FBI agent. He always wore a suit and carried two weapons. Morgan and Reid looked up at their boss. "Briefing room, two minutes," was all the tall, dark haired unit chief said. Morgan and Reid exchanged glances. They had a new case. Both grabbed their respected coffee cups and headed to the stairs leading to the briefing room.