"Sometimes I"m in the woods, sometimes in a building. I hear crying and I'm running, trying to find where it's coming from. I can tell it's a baby. The crying gets louder, like I"m getting closer but I can't find it."

"And what do you think it means?"

"It means?"

"Yes. Dreams, as I'm sure you are aware, Agent Reid, are a manifestation of our own thoughts. Our worries, our fears." The older gentleman smiled softly. "What are you afraid of?"

Reid sighed, realizing that he was staring at the floor and probably had been since he arrived. A part of his brain chastised him for falling into the old habit. He forced himself to look up.

"I'm not sure I can do this. I"m not sure I can do this job."

"What about your job are you unsure about?"

"I shouldn't be here. Not at the BAU."

"Why not?"

"The Bureau doesn't let you apply to be an agent until you are 22 and a half, and only then if you will turn 23 before you finish the academy. Then you are supposed to work a field job for two years as a probationary agent and then two years as a full special agent before you can apply for an advance position like the BAU."

"I see. So you were allowed an exception. Two of them in fact. And you are afraid of letting down the people that put so much trust in you."

Reid nodded. "That's part of it."

"And the other part."

"Someone's going to die because of me. I'll miss the shot, I'll make the wrong conclusion. Some innocent person that just wanted to live a naive life of never knowing the real monsters in the dark will die because I screwed up."

There was a long pause.

"Perhaps," The older man said finally, "You should quit. Find another job."

"Trouble is, I know what monsters are out there. And I don't think I can just forget them."

"That is a problem."