Ch6: Nightmare To Fantasy

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It had been a long first day and truth be told, you were exhausted. You couldn't wait to get back to the hotel. You wanted to get a good nights rest and start fresh in the morning. You prayed that the nightmares didn't come again..... The nightmares of your parents had been sporadic and infrequent recently, but with what had happened today, you didn't trust that they wouldn't flare up again. What were the rooming arrangements? These people didn't know your past. They wouldn't understand if you woke in the middle of the night in a screaming panic. God don't let the nightmares come.

It was 12:30 before you all reached the hotel where you found out your room number and room mate. Rossi demanded a room to his own. Considering he has enough money to buy the whole hotel and pay alimony to, what was it?, 6 ex-wives? You had to hand it to Rossi. The man had it made. So you could understand that. Garcia, being a redhead at the time, demanded to be in a room with Morgan. The case we were working had found 6 red headed women dead. Her reasoning made sense. But Garcia and Morgan had an odd relationship, but you weren't going to question it. JJ and Emily wanted to be together. You guessed they were usual roommates. Hotch, being head of the team, also demanded his own room. Okay then. That left you and Reid. Wonderful. This should give Morgan a whole new round of jokes. However, you had made good friends with Reid. So maybe this wouldn't be too bad.

Reid smiled to you after getting your room keys from the front desk. You grinned a tired smile and said "Let's go roomie. I'm beat." He put his arm around your neck jokingly as he walked away from the elevator and towards the stairs.

"No elevators?" You questioned, but you were relieved.

"No I had a bad experience with an elevator. Ask Morgan. Stairs only for Spencer Reid." He joked back

"Funny you should say that. I don't do elevators either. We will take the stairs together. It's extra exercise too." You punched his lanky arm.

"Oh haha I don't exercise either. You can ask Garcia. It's not pretty."

You laughed. It was mostly small talk until you got up to the room. That's when things got interesting.

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