Morgan stirred from his sleep and he stared at the blackened ceiling letting is eyes adjust while he listened. He was about to reach for his sidearm when he realized the noises that had pulled him from sleep were coming from Reids side of the room. He sat up and listened for a moment catching a few words in-between mumbled whimpers.

"Stop it, please, don't, ouch, stop it!"

Morgans eyes had adjusted to the dim light outside of the hotel and could see Reids sleeping form fighting faintly against his blankets as if they were holding him down, his voice getting louder. Morgan got up from his bed and walked over grabbing his arm gently, feeling his body shaking. "Reid wake up, you are having a nightmare." At his touch Reid seemed more agitated.

"Stop it!" He screamed. "Please leave me alone!" He cried out. Morgan turned on the side table light and could see him crying in his sleep fighting against the unseen foe.

"Reid, Reid wake up." He said and grabbed both of his shoulders shaking him in an attempt to wake him up. He felt Reids hand scratch violently down his arm causing him to wince. "Spencer wake up!" He shouted.

His eyes opened wide and he immediately tried to push Morgan away from him, fear all over his face.

"Pretty boy, hold up its me." He said quickly and he felt Spencer go stiff. His eyes flitted around the room trying to place where he was. "You were having a nightmare." He explained. He brought his hand off Spencers shoulder and laid it gently on Spencers cheek causing him to jump at the touch, Morgan wiped the wet from his face. "Are you alright?" He asked quietly.

Spencer locked eyes with him for a moment before his eyes slid shut hands coming up to cover his face. "No." he said quietly, his body starting once again to shake. "No." He said again.

Morgan sat on the edge of Reids bed and ran his hand through Reids hair resting it at the base of his neck. He could feel the sweat Reid had worked himself into. "What happened?" He asked softly.

"It was so real." Reid said quietly between small sobs, his fingertips rubbed his temples and forehead harshly seemingly trying to clear his mind. "I could feel him beating me, I could smell the cabin, I thought I was done with the dreams."

Morgan knew he was talking about the Hankel case, and though it had been years Morgan knew that dreams were never a safe place to be and could care less about how much time had passed.

"God!" Spencer said frustration filling his voice and his body continued to shake a bit more violently. He sat up and wipped his face before looking at Morgan. He opened his mouth to say something when his eyes flitted over Morgans arm. He grabbed it with shaky hands and pulled it closer to the small light.

Morgan was slightly shocked to see the large scrape down his arm, blood coming from where Spencers nails had dug into his skin.

"Did I?" Spencer spoke quietly, "Oh God, Im so sorry. I didn't mean to, Im sorry."

"Stop it." Morgan commanded. "It wasn't your fault alright? I don't want to hear it."

The look on Spencers face tore at his heart; he looked devastated, over tired, and frightened. He dropped his head down towards the bed and started to cry again. Morgan shifted from where he was to up near the wall leaning against it and he pulled Reid against himself. He felt him stiffen under his arm and he whispered, "I've got you Spencer. It's alright, go back to sleep." After a few minutes the crying stopped and he felt him relax into sleep once again. Morgans free hand reached out and shut off the small light and he let his eyes slide shut.

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Reid could feel the warmth of the body he was curled into and it only took him a moment to recall the nightmare that had plagued him during the night. He opened his eyes and in the morning light it all seemed so ridiculous. He knew that Raphel and Charles were dead; he'd killed them along with Hankel as well. He couldn't remember how long it had been since his last night terror had been and he felt slightly foolish knowing that he had woken Derek up, that he'd scratched him, and that he'd seen him cry. He also found that he was very comfortable in the position they were in. It was nice, feeling the heat of his body, a limp protective arm gently under his waist. He knew it was because of the dream, but he allowed himself the moment of indulgence to pretend it was something more. A few minutes passed and he felt Derek stir.

His eyes blinked open and he caught Spencer looking at him. To Spencers surprise he didn't recoil back he just sat up on his arm, still leaving a bit under Spencers body. "You alright?" He asked.

Spencer nodded. "Sorry about that. How is your arm?"

Derek put it between them and Spencer ran his fingers gently over the dried flaky blood. "You should probably get that looked at."

"Why, do you have rabies?" Derek chuckled.

"No but who knows what kind of germs could have gotten in there from the hotel sheets. Did you know that 89% of hotels are not actually cleaned according to,"

"Please don't finish that sentence. With as much of my life that is spent in hotels I would like to remain naïve to the cleaning statistics and kept my false sense of clean security." He smiled. "Where you able to sleep?"

"Yes, thank you. You didn't have to…console me."

"I wanted to. Honestly I don't want to see you like that again, so if I have to get scratched to get you smiling again I'll do it. Got it?" Morgan smiled at him and Reid felt a flush crawl over his face as he returned the smile. And he was not a hundred percent positive but he was pretty sure that their faces were closer together than they had been moments before. His heart rate picked up and he could feel Dereks breath on his face and they were just an inch apart.

Spencer felt himself jump when Morgans phone went off. They stayed close for just a moment longer before Morgan growled and pulled his arm from under Spencer and rolled off the bed to get his phone. "Morgan, oh hey J.J. No, we are both up; alright, we'll be ready in twenty?" He looked at Spencer who nodded. "Yeah, twenty is good. See you."

Spencer sat up stunned. If his mind had not been deceiving him, which he was not entirely sure that it wasn't, he could have sworn they were almost going to kiss. He ruffled his hands between his hair and looked up at Morgan who was gathering his clothes.

"They found victim number eight, female, we are heading over to her place with the girls." He turned around and looked at Spencer silent for a moment, and Spencer couldn't tell what he was thinking. "We'll uh, talk about that later, Alright?" It was more of a statement than a question and Spencer just nodded finding it hard to pull a word out.

"Okay." Morgan said and disappeared into the bathroom.

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Sorry that took so long, horrid little thing called writers block had taken over me. Alas I have defeated it! Let me know what you think and let me know where I messed up! I think that there are only 2 more chapters left in my brain, and they will be longer than this one. Thanks for reading!