Reid lies in bed, fast asleep. The alarm clock next to him reads 2:40am, the red letters bright in the bedroom, which is lightless and warm.

He wakes with a quiet and throaty groan when he feels your weight shift the mattress, absent-mindedly reaching out to find you. Grabbing your arm, he guides you closer, feeling the way you nuzzle into his chest making him hum and greet you with a tired, soft-toned "Welcome home.."