With the resurgence of an old case, a serial kidnapper with an appetite for forcing kids to rot in an underground maze, it all came back in intensifying force. The itch under your skin, the constant panic as the feel of a thousand eyes bore into your skull. Not a single corner in your home felt safe, despite both the local police and BAU canvass.

The decision was a vacant blur in your memory, but soon you had wound up in front of Reid's hotel room.

Brown puppy dog eyes filled the crack in the door. You could see a smile spread against his lips before he opened it fully, a sight that almost felt it would melt the intensity of the night. Almost. "Everything alright?" Spencer asked, his tone softer than a bed of marshmallows, you just wanted to collapse onto it.