Rossi was alone in an empty building. He knew that somewhere, deep in its bowels, the other members of his team were wandering about, being stalked by demons. There was evil all around, and he could sense it as he held his weapon at the ready. Slowly, he moved down the dimly lightly passage. There was a sudden noise and he swung around to defend himself – "Hotch! Morgan! Blake!" he called out. They were there, somewhere, but he couldn't find them or help them or –
"Dave!" someone was calling him.
"Dave, wake up! You're having a bad dream," that same person was shaking him.
"Dave?" he recognized the voice.
Rossi felt like he was swimming up from deep underwater as he struggled to open his eyes.
"Dave, wake up!" He finally fought his eyes open and the first thing he saw was Christine leaning over him.
"What?" he questioned, turning his head to look around.
"You were having a bad dream," Christine repeated. "Why don't you sit up and let me get you a glass of water?"
Rossi shook his head to clear it as he levered himself into a sitting position. When Christine returned with his water, he asked, "Did I wake you up?"
"No," she assured him. "I woke up a little while ago and was hungry, so I went downstairs to get a snack. When I came back up, I heard you and decided I had better check. Feeling better?"
"I'm sorry about that," he apologized. "It's just that – sometimes –"
"You don't need to apologize," Christine told him firmly. "With your job, I'm surprised it doesn't happen more often."
Rossi put the empty water glass on his bedside table. "Thanks," he told her. "I think I'll be all right now."
"Let me adjust the lamp and I'll sit with you for a while until you fall asleep," Christine suggested a she turned his bedside lamp down to a soft glow. "Now, just lie back and close your eyes."