nightmares were the nasty bedfellows of the work aaron did with the BAU. he’d learned to manage them a long time ago with gideon’s help, but sometimes the more VISCERAL ones wouldn’t be left behind on the pillow. no, they stayed with him into the daylight hours, waiting for him when he closed his eyes even for the briefest moment. by the nature of his work, his full attention was required. his distraction could spell DEATH for someone, and that wasn’t a toll he’d like to take on his conscience if he could help it. maybe if they’d had a lead on their current case he wouldn’t be taking the dreams so hard. to still be canvasing for witnesses at this stage left him feeling DRAINED, in addition to exhausted. he’s alone when he stops a man on the street, flashing his badge, ❝hello, if you have a moment i’d like to ask if you’ve seen anything out of the ordinary in this neighborhood the last few days? any small detail may HELP. ❞ @fearedone | smol starters ( accepting )