The BAU team was asleep on the jet, the cabin dark as everyone rested so, when they landed, they would be good to go.

You and Spencer, though, shared a special power: having trouble sleeping. Spencer knew about it, but he didn't pay attention to it today. You were on your seat, silently observing the night outside the window of the plane and how pretty the stars looked, how pretty the moonlight looked, when you heard crinkling and shuffling, fingers grabbing glass vials.

That made you turn your head to find the noise — and it was Spencer. Something had been wrong, yeah, but you assumed he was trying to get better after being kidnapped and tortured by Tobias Hankel. But now? Your sixth-sense was screaming at you, screaming that you should go to him, that you should talk to Spencer. You were about to — you were pretty much standing up, but Spencer didn't even notice it. Reid ran down the jet corridor and locked himself in the bathoom. What the—?

It took him more than ten minutes to get out. Shit, you were terrified on your seat by now — was Spencer okay? That's when it hit you: Hankel kept Spencer under a ton of substances while kidnapped, which could mean that he... missed it. He could be addicted to something. Dila... What was it?

When you were about to stand up and kick the bathroom's door down, Spencer came back. He looked a little better, like he had... Shit, like he had taken a magic potion or something. Like when a drug addict...

You couldn't stop yourself — you liked him too much. You stood up from your seat and took the place by his side, and his hazel eyes fell on you.