After the hour long conversation Hotch had with Jack, Hotch had fallen asleep again and found himself once again back in another nightmare…..

Hotch blinked twice before he realized that he was in a basement. He was alone and was wearing a Kevlar vest and had his gun in his right hand. He stepped forward, watching out for any appearances of Foyet or Haley.…

He suddenly heard screams bellow throughout the basement. Hotch then dashed towards a small room at the other end of the basement and pushed the door open.

What he saw made him nearly fall to his knees.

Hotch felt himself begin to cry as he slowly stepped into the room. Once again, the team was lying dead on the floor. All appeared to have been shot and stabbed. Hotch bent down next to Garcia, who was lying on her back with a glossy empty stare on her face. He whimpered through tears, " I'm so sorry."

"Why weren't you there, Aaron?" Hotch suddenly heard in his ear. It was Foyet's voice in a taunting tone " Why did they die? Why is it that your incompetence killed them?"

"Aaron?" Hotch nearly jumped up at the sound of Ames' voice. The psychiatrist gave his patient a worried look. " Are you alright?"

"I'm-I don't-I don't- why are you here?"

"I wanted to check on you- you are my patient. Is there something you want to talk about? Did you have another nightmare?"

For Jack- do it for Jack. "Yes, actually yes."

"What was it about?"

"My team."

"Ok- what happened?"

"I'm worried about them." I'm scared for them…..

"What happened in the nightmare?"

"Someone told me," Hotch said quietly, ignoring Ames' question, " that the team is having problems. Is that true?"

"Well, your team is having difficulties right now, but you shouldn't worry about it. You are here to focus on you. "

"I can't, they're my team. I can't let it go. What's exactly going?"

"Aaron, I really don't think-"

"I need to know," Hotch's voice shook, "I can't- I need to know. I- I keep having a nightmare…where I find my team dead. All of them. And in each nightmare, it's my fault." He took a breath and asked, " Is the team falling apart because of me?"

Quantico Medical Center- 24 Hours Later

Allison picked up a nearly filled cup of coffee and looked up to see the team, all very unhappy, walking towards her in the hospital's main entrance. "How was the case?" Allison called out to Rossi. He gave her an annoyed look and said, "Horrible yet short. "

Morgan, who was walking behind the group, said, "Our new Unit Chief is an ass."

"Well, you edging him on at the Cheyenne police station really helped," JJ muttered. Morgan stopped in his tracks and exclaimed, "I didn't do anything."

JJ turned around and put her hands on her hips. "Arguing with Camen over the profile was a brilliant idea. Now, he's going to burry us in paperwork for the rest of our lives! I have to miss my son's Daycare picture day because of you!"

"JJ-" Morgan raised his voice, but stopped at Rossi's authoritative glare. He took a step back and said, "You're right, JJ. I'm sorry."

"Wait-, Dave! I saw that look!" Prentiss exclaimed.

"What look?"

"I saw that look like- did you talk to Morgan?"

"Did you just profile me?"

"No- I'm not accusing you of anything-"

"Actually, you were," Reid said.

"Spence, don't," JJ said quietly.

"It's the truth!" he exclaimed as Allison glared at the team angrily. She pointed to the nearby conference room and growled, "Go- now."

As soon as the team entered the room, Alison yelled, "I'm trying to be impartial with you all- it's the requirement of working in the medical field, but I can't do that anymore. So for the next five minutes, I'm going to break all the rules and everything because I actually care about all of you guys and Aaron! First, we need to figure out what's going on here because nearly three months of this is ridiculous! First, Derek-"she turned to him, "you already know this, but nobody except for Spencer likes you right now! You need to get on your damn knees and beg for forgiveness. I do applaud you for backing down-yeahhhh- you need more of that. Now sit." Morgan sat down at one of the chairs, wide eyed at Allison.

"For the rest of you, Derek screwed up and he's sorry. His actions regarding Aaron were bad, yes. He violated everyone's trust, yes. But he's sorry!- think back, does that sound like the Derek Morgan that you all know and deep down love? Spencer, I know you and Morgan are on good terms, so don't answer that."

JJ rubbed her shoulder and thought, That's been the problem- the Derek I knew, would never ever do something like this.

"Everyone screws up- if Aaron had died, I don't know if Morgan would even be here. The guilt and worry is all over his face, his body moves- everything. You don't need to be a profiler to figure that out." A moment of silence passed before Allison continued. "Dave, you seem to be cooling down, so you may sit. JJ, you like everyone else has serious trust issues with Morgan. Understandable, but I think you need to move on from it."

"Next, Spencer. I read a lot of crime novels as a child and you sound like the victim of opportunity. I truly doubt that Emily and Dave hate you. Ok?"

Reid nodded quietly and sat down. Allison smiled and cupped her hands. "Emily, you don't trust Morgan-etcetera; you need to stop taking your anger out on Spencer. You also need to go to a spa; La Fleur is excellent- it will knock those angry kinks out really quickly- you know what? Us girls can go there this weekend- boys are invited as well." Rossi snorted along with a giggle from JJ.

"Derek, you owe Penelope a cruise, a dinner at the most expensive restaurant, and a whole bunch of things. Go beg for forgiveness-now."

"Finally, something serious. We were planning to move Aaron out of the emergency wing and into our level 3 patient status tomorrow, but he said something that frightened his psychiatrist. Usually, I wouldn't be able to tell you, but under our level 4 program, Aaron is under Jessica's guardianship. She was told this morning of what the concern was and she asked me to talk to you all about it.

Aaron is having nightmares- bad nightmares about all of you. He finds you all dead in a room- shot, stabbed, whatever- and he's had multiple of these. He somehow connected it to be his fault and that his breakdown caused the riff between you all. It's a leader's worse nightmare- his team, his family is falling apart and in his eyes it's his fault. These problems that all of you have are insignificant- you all would take a bullet for each other, but right now- it's about Aaron. He's been through hell! All of you are on his list of things to fight for, which means you all have to show that living is worth it. I'm not saying for you all to pretend that everything is ok, but the least you can do is let the little stuff go and move on. Aaron- try to think how he feels right now- he needs all of you to be there for him. As a family."

I feel horrible, Reid thought, I've been so scared to visit him…..

"So right now, you all need to go home. Aaron's asleep right now."

"How long is he going to be stuck at level four now?" Morgan asked.

"A week- March 14. He can only be moved up or down a level during his appointment with Ames. "

"I feel horrible," Reid repeated aloud.

"That wasn't the point. I hope I didn't guilt of you into submission."

"No, Allison, you did your job," Rossi answered, "Thank you for that."

"You're welcome." Allison inhaled and said, "Now get on home. Get some rest."