After nearly a week in Texas hunting a serial kidnapper, the long plane ride back home feels like a torture tactic devised by the most twisted minds of the world. The only saving grace; Spencer Reid.

While the others take up the tables and chairs, you and him managed to snag the couch. He sits next to you, skimming through a book at an unnatural speed. Starved for anything to do, eventually you start watching the way his finger skims the page to track the word he's on. The darkness outside and the dim lights within the cabin do nothing to help keep you alert, and after a while, your eyelids start to droop.