Derek's POV
I knew better than then to be drinking on the job. But I really wasn't thinking clearly right now. The only thing I was really focusing on at the moment, was feeling sorry for myself. As I sat at the bar with a beer in front of me, I thought that the best thing to do right now, was give Spencer what he wanted. Space away from me, and professionalism. As I started on my 3rd beer. I shook my head. That's what I would give him then. As I stumbled back to the hotel.
I opened my room door, to find it completely dark In the little bit of light that the open door gave me, I saw my bed. I then started to feel the effects of the beer coming back onto me. I started to feel a little dizzy, and I sat down on the bed for just a moment. I took in a breath, and waited for the dizziness to go away. As I did. I sighed, and laid back onto my bed. About an hours rest would do me some good. So I cuddled up to my pillow, and went to sleep.
Reid's POV
As I sat up in bed. I heard the shower running. I squinted my eyes. The noise was disturbing my sleep. I looked towards the door, to see that the noise had finally stopped. As my eyes adjusted to the bright light of the bathroom. I saw my mom standing in the doorway. "Mom?" I asked. Shocked. "What are you doing?" My voice raspy from sleep. she just smiled at me. "Mom?" I asked again. "It's about time you got up sleepy head." She said, stepping closer to me. I shook my head.
"What are you talking about?"
She then sat on the side of the bed. "I was beginning to think that you were going to sleep the whole day away." I couldn't focus. My head was too cloudy from sleep. "Is it time to go back to the station?" I said, looking for the clock. She shook her head. "No silly. I just made you some lunch and thought that we could eat together." I pushed myself up against the bed's headboard. "Mom, what are you doing here?" She sighed. "Spencer. I'm here to take care of you. After all. That's what mother's do." Before I could say anything else, I heard a knock at the door. "Oh!" She said, standing up. "I'll get it." I watched as she walked towards the door, and opened it.
"Hello?" She said, peeking around the corner to see who it was.
Before I could register what was happening, a man dressed in all black, busted through the door, and shot my mother down. "MOM!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. I looked down at her lifeless body, and yelled for her again. "MOM! MOM! WAKE UP!" She wouldn't move. She just laid there. The man then started to walk into the room slowly. I turned, and jumped off the bed. I looked inside the nightstand for my gun, but it was gone. I stepped back up against the wall. I needed something to defend myself with, but there was nothing in sight. I watched as he held his gun up, and aimed it at my face.
"And your next Spencer."
The only thing that kept going through my mind was survive. So I rushed at him to tackle him. Something that I believe I learned from Derek. He fell over, and the gun flew out of his hand. I wrestled with him. He pushed me onto the ground, and started to choke me. I clawed at him. Trying to remove his mask. If he was going to kill me, I wanted to see his face first. As the mask came off, I was surprised to see that the man behind the mask was Derek! I stopped struggling against him. "No..." I said, lowly. He looked like he wasn't even there. His eyes were so far off, but it was him. He was on top of me, and trying to kill me. I started to struggle some more.
"No! No!" I yelled at him. "Get off me! Get off!" Why? Why? Why was he trying to kill me? "Reid! Reid! Reid wake up!" I heard someone yelling at me. "Reid!" I opened my eyes. I was still struggling against who ever it was that was calling my name. As my vision became clear, I could see that it was Derek who was calling me. "It's Derek." I jumped back away from him. "Whoa! Whoa! Calm down. It's just me." I shook my head vigorously. He came closer to me.
He wrapped his hands around my waist, and pulled me back to him. "It's just me Pretty Boy." I felt the urge to cry. "You were just dreaming. That's all. It was just a dream. Nobodies' here but you and me. And I'm not going to hurt you." I relaxed a little when he said that. He wouldn't hurt me, but in my dream he in fact did. I rested my head on his shoulder. "It was a nightmare." I said,, lowly. He ran his hand through my hair. "It over now. Your safe." I took in a breath, and pulled back from him. We stared at each other in the dark. He ran his hand through my hair some more. I loved it when he did that. "You wanna talk about it?" I thought about it.
I wouldn't say anything about it until I knew for myself what it meant. So I shook my head no. He nodded in understanding. "Alright then." He said, as he got out of the bed, and motioned for me to lay back down. "Just go back to sleep then. I'll wake you up when it's time to go back to the station." "Okay." I said, laying back down. I wasn't sure I could go back to sleep after a dream like that, but I closed my eyes, and hoped that I did. And that the nightmare was over.