the hum of the jet’s engines filled the small cabin, the steady rhythm lulling you into a rare moment of peace after a long, draining case. the rest of the team was scattered throughout the plane, most of them lost in their own thoughts or quietly dozing off. the lights were dim, casting a soft glow over the seats, making the space feel almost cozy despite the exhaustion weighing on everyone.

you sat across from spencer reid, who had spent the last hour or so immersed in a book, of course. it was just like him, finding comfort in the pages of something complex, distracting himself from the case you’d just wrapped up. his brow had been furrowed in concentration, his eyes flickering over the words at a pace no one else could keep up with.

but now, as you glanced over at him, you noticed something different. his head was leaning back against the seat, the book resting, forgotten, in his lap. his eyes were closed, his glasses still perched on the bridge of his nose, and his mouth was slightly parted. the tension that usually clung to his features was gone, replaced with an almost serene calmness.

he had fallen asleep.