What's Twilight?

“No, I’m okay.” You lied, “I’m just... I just didn’t sleep much last night and I’m really tired.”

“Oh, well you know, there’s no need to worry about turbulence. If anything, we should really be concerned about-”

“Spencer, no offense, but if you’re about to tell me about how what we should really be concerned about is the onset of a thunderstorm, contributing to the possibility of microbursts, I’d rather not hear it.”

You heard a chuckle and looked up to see Derek standing next to you. 

“Oooh, she’s got you figured out, Reid. Better be careful.”

You blushed. You were only remembering something Spencer had said in an episode of Criminal Minds. Had that episode happened yet in this timeline? 

“Oh no... I was just... I just don’t need to be any more freaked out than I already am right now.” You cleared your throat. 

Spencer smiled at you, “We’ll be fine.”

You were trying to think of something to say to the man. Anything. This was your chance to talk to the love of your life and you were drawing a blank. You couldn’t think of one clever thing to say to him. You just kept looking up at him, and whenever you looked, it seemed like he was looking, too. Which was probably a good sign, right? Instead, it was mostly silent. With you making the occasional attempt to look fine whenever there was turbulence. 

In the midst of everything, you forgot that you were, for the time being at least, a real FBI agent. And, you were in fact, actually dealing with criminals. However, those facts became extremely apparent when Garcia phoned in with details about the case. 

It was hard to focus when Spencer was sitting next to you the entire time. Being so real. So cute. So... Good smelling somehow. 

“-Well, we know hardly anything about the suspect.”

If you had been in a laughing mood after hearing all of the gruesome details of the case, you would’ve laughed at Emily’s statement.

“Male. Thirty-five-”

You froze, realizing that you and Spencer were saying the same thing.

“...Keeps within his inner circle.” You finished, looking Reid up and down slowly.

A quick glance around the jet told you that this was not an uncommon event. In fact, the knowing looks that were being shared by the rest of the team said quite the opposite.

Spencer blinked, trying to come up with more information.

“Also he definitely has children.”

“Obviously.” You blinked, looking around.

“I said that out loud, didn’t I?”

Luckily, the look on Spencer’s face wasn’t disgust like you expected. He looked... Proud? Happy?

Wait a minute. You were so caught up in information about the case that you didn’t stop to wonder how you came to that conclusion. Was that normal for you? Were you also a super genius? Perhaps. It was highly plausible, now that you were thinking about it. You were obviously young like Spencer was. Why else would you be on the team at that age? Huh. You liked being smart. It was cool.

“We’ll need to split up upon arrival-” Hotch interrupted your thoughts, “Prentiss you’ll be with Morgan, you’ll share a room at the hotel as well. And Y/L/N, you and Reid will be staying in the other room.”

Oh.

You stole a quick glance at Spencer. The over-confidence you had both been showing had disappeared in an instant.

“You got it, boss.” You tightened your lips.

“...Um... Who is this?”

“It’s Derek.” He sounded dumbfound, “Are you alright, Y/n?”

Okay, what is going on?

“Uh, yeah, yeah, I’m fine. I’m just at home.”

“Well, you were supposed to be at the BAU half an hour ago. You sure you’re alright?”

“Yeah I’m fine. I’ll be right there.” You hung up.

WHAT

Okay, this is an extremely, extremely vivid dream. You had definitely been hearing talk about ‘shifting’ and stuff like that on the internet, so you must have been doing that on accident. Criminal minds is your favorite show after all. And the thing is, you're a chill person. You can go with the flow. It's not like you've never had a strange dream before.

After calming yourself down, you decided to roll with it. Why not take advantage of the dream? You threw on the outfit that was laid out and ran to your car. Much to your surprise, it seemed you knew the directions to the bau, it was like muscle memory taking over.

When you got there, you grabbed the badge you found in your purse and made your way to the bullpen.

The first person you ran into was SPENCER Reid!!!

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD.

breath, y/n, breath.

“Hey... Spencer.”

You had no idea what your relationship to him was in the dream.

“Oh, hey Y/n/n! Is everything alright?”

“Yes. Yup. I'm fine."

HE HAS A NICKNAME FOR YOU.

"Well, you're late, and you're never late. And you also look a bit flushed. Why don't you sit down."

Blinking, you followed his instructions and sat in the nearest empty seat. You looked up at Spencer and he was even prettier in person. His brown eyes were full of concern and sparkled with an indecipherable mixture of amusement and pain. His hair was slightly disheveled but still swooped perfectly over his forehead, and his pouted slightly and curved downward.

"Y/n?"

"Yeah!" You cleared your throat and diverted your eyes as quickly as you could, "Yeah. Spencer. I'm fine. I'm just really tired."

You could see the disbelief in his face but were relieved when he decided to look past his skepticism.

"Coffee?" He offered, holding up an empty cup.

You nodded. Breathe, Y/n. Breathe.

You just had to collect yourself. You're just dreaming, everything's fine. You're going to take advantage of this awesome dream and just have fun.

"Hey!"

Oh. It's Derek.

"Hey, Derek."

This is good. Just acting normal.

"You okay, kid? You're acting a bit... Weird. You're usually strange but not THIS strange." He chuckled, putting a hand on your shoulder.

It took everything in you not to stare at his bicep in that moment. Derek was also much more handsome in person, and his muscles were even bigger, too.

You swallowed, "Yeah, just tired."

Derek patted your shoulder and took a step back, "Okay, well Hotch said wheels up in 20 about... 15 minutes ago."

"Right." You bit your lip.

You knew you were dreaming, but that didn't stop you from having the same fears that regular you had, too. And unfortunately, you had quite the fear of flying. Even if that wasn't real, you didn't necessarily want to go through the motions of your worst fear. In that moment, you figured it was time to wake yourself up. You sighed, bringing your right hand to your left arm in preparation to pinch yourself awake.

That's weird. It's not working.

"I got your coffee-"

Well, this is going to be a long day. Night? Experience.