It'd been two weeks since their date. Well, Spencer would love to see it as a date but he knew where he stood in Luke's affection level. They were friends and nothing more.
Friends.
The word stung. He knew he could never be anything more than a friend to him. He was pretty sure he was straight but he couldn't assume. After all, everyone assumed Spencer was straight even though he's Bisexual. Maybe there was a possibility that Luke was into guys but he kept telling himself not to get his hopes up.
They'd been on the jet for almost an hour and as soon as they landed in Las Vegas for their case, they went to the police office to get some more information over it.
They had already worked two cases up to that point with no sleep so they headed to the nearest hotel and made reservations. Nobody wanted to room with Spencer as he often snored, so Luke offered to share a room with him.
As Luke got out of the shower with his pajamas which consisted of a gray shirt and a random pair of star wars pants, he looked at Spencer who was holding a piece of paper and had a wide smile on his face.
Luke smiled at the man in front of him. "Well you're happy."
Spencer looked up at him and said, "Since we're here, I might get the chance to visit my mom after the case. It's been too long since I've seen her. She says that she misses me and that next time I'm here for a case she wants to see me."
"I'm glad Spence."
It was nighttime now and after the completed their nightly rituals, they went to bed.
He was back in jail in his usual cell except this time, it was wide open. He quietly went through the doors and as he turned to see if there was anyone there, he saw some inmates kicking someone. He went to see if he could help and called out to them, "Hey, stop it!" He tried to make them stop, trying to push them out of the way when an inmate who was in on the fight walked towards him. As Spencer stumbled back, he ran into someone else and when he turned around, he saw that it was a police officer who had a knife in his hand. Before he could do anything, the inmate got a hold of him and the officer started stabbing him on the stomach again and again as Spencer shouted, "Stop! No! Stop!" but they kept on stabbing Spencer on the stomach, ignoring his pleas.
"Wake up. Reid, wake up." The police officer said as he kept stabbing at his stomach, which confused Spencer. "Spence, it's just a dream. Wake up!"
He finally woke up, panting like a dog, tears streaming down his face, and sweat dripping down his forehead, damping his hair.
Luke was in front of him, trying to calm him down. "You're ok. You're here with me in the hotel room. It was just a dream. Do you want some water?"
"No, please don't leave." he said, tears stinging his eyes. "Just...just stay, please."
"Ok, I can do that. Do you want to talk about it?"
He only shook his head.
"Ok, I'm here. I'm not going anywhere." Luke said, sitting in front of Reid.
"Thank you." he said, still catching his breath. "I'm sorry that I woke you up."
"Hey, none of that, ok? Don't apologize. It's not your fault." he hesitated before saying the next part. "I used to have nightmares every day after I quit being an army ranger. They were so bad that sometimes I didn't even want to go to sleep. I would lay there doing anything but that for more than 24 hours and when I finally couldn't take it anymore, I went to sleep and I ended up having more nightmares. I knew it wasn't healthy but I kept doing it because I didn't want to deal with all of that. It was an ongoing cycle back and forth for a few months, until I went to therapy."
