It had been happening for weeks.

The dreams didn’t stop, even just for one night. You’d woken up many times to Reid squirming in his sleep, saying small things you barely pieces together. It wasn’t hard for a profiler to add things up.

They were getting worse recently, even elevating to lengths of sentences you would just… sit up listening to while you were supposed to be reading. Sometimes he’d wake up screaming.

Tonight it wasn’t horrible. “Spence.” You muttered, barely even awake. You’d heard him speaking to himself, you thought he was thinking. You figured he was talking a case over to himself or some scientific theory, like usual, but when you turned over in his bed, he was asleep.

“Spencer.” You whisper, touching his shoulder. “It’s a dream.” His voice got a little louder. He was saying small things, repeating the word ‘baby’. Your thoughts were that he was talking to you through his sleepy state, but despite that, you decide to wake him up.

“Spencer!” You say finally, and he wakes up with a startled noise.