I do not own Criminal Minds *

I always think Spencer should be with a medical doctor. I am not sure why but I just do. Hope you enjoy. Please let me know what you think.

Present Day

A young doctor with light brown hair and light brown eyes is standing behind the counter in an ER. She is not paying any attention to the few patients around her, who are being treated by nurses. The only thing that knocked her out of the trance her new engagement ring, was the screaming of the EMT's walking into the ER.

"FBI agent, shot in the field-" She did not wait to hear the rest before running over to where they were.

She ran up to the make in the bed and looked into his face. She took a small sigh of relief when seeing it was not the FBI agent she was worried about. Only to have more when she saw this FBI agent, did not have his eyes open. She pulls herself away from the man's face to look down at his wound. After pulling away the bandage, she notices it is just above his clavicle.

"Through and through darlin'." The man states, his voice husky and tierd.

"Good Damn it Derek. What did you do?" She asks before turning to give orders to the nurses to get an OR. "Don't worry. I will get you fixed up and ready to get back to kicking down doors."

"And saving your little man's behind."

"Please, this was not what this was, was it?"

One Year before

"No, no I know that we did not have those times planned out but-" The young women says into a phone at the desk in the ER. "Yes sir, I will have everything ready for the meeting this evening." When she hands up the phone she looks up to see a scrawny man with sunglasses on walk in, looking lost. She walk over to him and puts a hand on his arm and ducks her head to look at his lowered face.

"Excuse me, sir. Can I help you?"

"Yea, um... I was wondering if I could get someone to help me take care of my headache."

"Okay, how long have you had it?" She asks moving him over to a bed.

"Um... about five days. It is the first time it has lasted so long." He explains as he sits back on the bed.

"Five days? Is there any ringing in you ears?"

"Off and on."

"What about blurred vision?"

"Not much."

"Okay, Anna?" She asks looking over at a nurse that turns around to grab her a clipboard. "Name?"

"Dr. Spencer Reid." The doctor takes a peek up at the doctor.

"Age?"

"32." After getting his information and booking an MRI, she moves Reid into a personal room.

Joining Reid in his room, the young doctor starts asking him other questions. To keep him from thinking about the pain. "What kind of Doctor are you?"

"I have Ph.D's in Mathematics,Chemistry and Engineering, as well as B.A.s in Psychology and Sociology."

"Wow. Now, for the questions about why you are here. Have you seen other doctors?"

"Six. All of them have come to the same conclusion. It is not medical. My mother is a paranoid schizophrenia, once they hear that they do not believe it could not be anything medical."

"Well, I am still willing to looking into it being medical. So you must be very smart to have three Ph.D's so young."

"I have an IQ of 187and an eidetic memory.I can read twenty-thousand words per minute and graduated high school at age twelve."

"Wow, I only graduated at fourteen."

He looks over at her for the first time. "You graduated at fourteen?"

"Yep, I have an IQ of 180 and eidetic memory and can read seventeen thousand words per minute."

"That is still impressive."

She blushes a little and looks down, as does Reid. "So, where did you go to school?"

"Caltech." He answeres.

"Yale."

"Yale was my safety school."

"That is kind of unfair." They are both laughing when I nurse arrives to bring Reid to his MRI.

"Are you going to be running this?" He asks as the nurse and the Doctor roll him down the hallway.

"I am. Don't worry. I won't look over anything."

"Thank you." He states looking up at her before wincing and looking back down.

"I'm Nicole Capaldi by the way. But you can call me Cole."

"Capaldi, you Italian?"

"Very." She smiles down at him as they reach the room. After he was in and lying down on the table, they begin speaking again. "Don't worry Spencer. We will figure this out. Then right after we get you out of her we can put you on painkillers."

"We have to talk about that then."

"Okay, now we should start though." He nods looking up at the machine as he enters it.

Cole walks into the viewing room and looks at the screens. In the room is one of her students. Rebecca. "Becky. Does something look off right here?" She asks pointing the the frontal lobe.

"It looks as if the nerve ending are cut off. What could cause that?"

"Getting beat up for a living." She stops the MRI and picks up the phone to call an OR.

After she hangs up she walks back out to the room where Reid is standing up to move to the wheelchair.

"Find anything?" He asks.

"We can talk about it after you get relief." She helps him into the chair before putting her hands into the pockets of her lab coat. She sits down on the table and looks at him. "What do we need to speak about regarding pain relievers?"

"I was addicted to Dilaudid. I was given it when I was being held captive. I have been clean for two years. I just don't want to get addicted to something again."

"Don't worry. There are plenty of things we can give you. Giving them to you at different times can keep you from being addicted."

"Thanks again."

"It is my job Spencer."

"Well, you made a better attempt at you job then the other doctors have."

"Good, now lets get you into a room so you can get ride of this headache."

"Feeling better, that's good." Cole states walking into her office where Reid sat waiting in a chair infront of her desk. The office was very modern. Her desk was glass and the chairs were black with patterns sewn in.

"Much"

"Great, then let us talk about what I found." She pulls MRI folders out of a folder. "Over here." She points to where the nerves are pulling away, "Nerves are moving away from your brain tissue. "It is a rather easy fix, the only problem is where it is located."

"The frontal lobe is controls motor function, problem solving, spontaneity, language, initiation, judgement, impulse control, and social, sexual behavior and memory."

"What we will do should not impair your memory at all. I just want you to know before we go in. That any complication had, could hurt your memory, possibly forever." Reid looks down at his hands in his lap. Clearly distressed. "Spencer," Cole takes a breath, not wanting to say anything that would cause his mind to switch directions then the course she wants to take. "Is your memory that important that you would take suffering over these headaches on the minuet change that something could happen."

"It's what I am. If I loss it..."

"I understand, I do. But Spence," He looks up at her by the sudden closeness. "When you came in here, you looked like you could fall over from pain. You have not been able to work for three days. You love your job right?"

"Yes, but if something happens, I might not have a job to go back to."

"I don't think they would get rid of you."

"I need to think about it."

"Of course, just one more question. Spencer, do you trust me?"

"I barely know you."

"But would you trust me to do the surgery and make sure nothing happened to your memory?" He could only nod. He did not know what to say. "Good, then be in touch." She takes out a business card from a small box and takes a pen to write something on the back. "That's my cell number. Call, if you ever want to... have dinner or something."