Spencer Reid sat up with a start. His head was spinning even if it still felt foggy from the sleep.

A panic attack. Of course. Over a dream.

He felt tears fill his eyes. He can't get the images out of his head. The images of his partner dead, hurt and-... He closed his eyes tightly.

He clutched the blanket of the bed, his knuckles turned white. His whole body trembled, and he began hyperventilating.

It wasn't easy when you dated and worked in the BAU. Sometimes, he feared the worst.