A/N: So, like I said before, I hated how I started the sequel. I feel like I took it a little too far, and it was too different than the last story. I felt like I could do much better, so I started over. Now, instead of being 7 years down the road, it's only two. Oh, and thanks to I Philosoraptor for being pretty much the only person to tell me they liked the other first chapter anyway, haha. Anyway, here's the NEW and IMPROVED sequel :) It's a little longer than usual, but I needed to establish a lot of things.

"Forever alone, until I found you. I know that you'll stay. You won't run away.
I'll help you find your way every moment you're awake.
You know I'll stay... "
- The Academy Is...

Spencer Reid hunched over on the couch in his new living room. He held his face to keep tears from gushing out of his eyes. The moon was the only light that could be seen in the entire place, and it seemed to light it just right. The cold wind from an opened window whirled around him in a brisk hug, and all he could think about was his girlfriend Natalie, and how her arms did the same thing. Emotions began to flood through him more quickly as he thought of her. They hadn't even been in their new loft apartment for two weeks before Natalie was forced to call the hospital her home. Spencer clutched his hair as the memory of what happened flooded into his mind.

Morgan busted down the front door to the house Natalie was believed to be being held in. The team slowly walked through the upstairs. They were right above Natalie, and Spencer just knew it. He burst through the door to the basement and began slowly walking down the stairs. When he saw her lying on the floor, he noticed that her eyes were shut tightly and tears were streaming down her dirty cheeks. "Hotch, I got her!"

Natalie slowly opened her eyes to find Spencer staring back at her. Her tears turned to those of relief. Hotch and Morgan came barreling down the stairs. "He's not here man," Morgan told Spencer, referring to the UnSub.

Hotch didn't show any emotion. He turned to his colleague. "We'll get him," he said, gingerly placing a hand on Reid's shoulder.

Dr. Reid slowly and carefully removed the duct tape from Natalie's face. He brushed the deep brown, wavy hair away from it, and she winced at the pain. Natalie saw a look of repulsion come over his face. "We better get a medic out here." He turned to the men.

"Already on the way," Hotch told him.

Spencer sighed and trudged to the kitchen. He slowly fixed himself a coffee and noticed the time on the coffee maker. 7:03 A.M. He hadn't slept all night. He rubbed his eyes and took a long sip of his coffee. It seemed to trigger the memory of what happened next.

Natalie's head was bleeding pretty badly, and she had to get stitches. The doctor took the gauze from the nurse and began to wrap her head. Morgan and Spencer came into the room. Spencer stayed back behind Morgan, hands in his pocket. "How are you feeling, honey?" He was a little scared of seeing Natalie in this condition, but when he saw the confused look on Natalie's face, he stepped up.

"U-um... do I know you?" she questioned. Spencer almost choked on his own saliva.

Morgan looked as confused as Spencer felt. "My name is Special Agent Derek Morgan..." Natalie continued to stare at the two men in confusion. "You don't know who either of us are?"

The doctor cleared his throat. "She's suffering from a mild form of memory loss. She remembers select things, but not much. Her full memory could return from anywhere between a week and a month, but it's not permanent." He nodded at the men and left the room.

Spencer felt tears on the verge of breaking. Morgan nudged him to tell him to move towards her, but Spencer seemed rooted to his spot, so Morgan took initiative. "Well, like I said, I'm Derek. This," he motioned to Spencer. "is Special Agent Doctor Spencer Reid." Natalie gave a weak smile and grabbed her gauze wrapped head. It was still throbbing. The bright hospital lights weren't exactly helping.

"You look young to be a doctor," she stated sweetly.

Spencer cleared his throat. "I'm 29. But, I am..." was all he could get out. He shuffled his feet.

"Oh. Why did you call me honey when you came in?" she wondered, the smile fading from her lips.

Spencer felt like a small rip had just gone through his heart. "Y-you're my... girlfriend..."

"Oh..." she half-smiled. "I'm so sorry I don't remember you."

Spencer sighed once again and ruffled his hair. It was killing him that Natalie didn't remember who he was. But he was determined to help her. No matter what. He wasn't supposed to go back to the hospital until 8, but he couldn't wait any longer. He grabbed his cardigan and quickly drove to the hospital. By the time he got there it was still only 7:50. He patiently waited for the clock to strike.

In her room, Natalie woke up to find the doctor coming into her room. He took a glance at her chart, and he simply stood there thinking. "When can I go home?"

"Well Ms." He glanced at the chart. "Moriarity, you suffered a very severe blow to the head. We just want to make sure that everything is fine. We've scheduled an MRI for 10:00am, if everything is clear you are free to go." He placed the clipboard back over the railing and left the room. It was only 8:00 A.M. The nurses wouldn't be in to prep her until 9:30. Natalie looked around the white room. There was nothing to do but lie there, staring at the ceiling.

Someone cleared their throat. Natalie looked over to the door to find Dr. Reid. She smiled. He had brought her flowers. It seemed highly unorthodox to her, but she then remembered that he'd said they were dating, so she shrugged it off. Besides, what girl doesn't like flowers? "Uhh, here." He handed her the flowers shyly. He was squirming a little, and he felt like it was the first day he met her again.

"Thank you, Dr. Reid. They're beautiful." Natalie smelled them. Daisies and Baby's Breath.

"Please, call me Spencer. Although," he chuckled. "Most everyone calls me Reid. Everyone at the BAU anyway," he told her.

She smiled sweetly and placed the flowers on her bedside table. "Is that what I called you, too?"

"You called me Spencer. Or any pet name you felt like at the time, ha." Spencer shifted in the seat he was now in. She nodded and examined his features. She could see why she would have been dating him. He had delicate features, and although his beautiful hazel eyes seemed to carry dark bags under them, they fit him. His hair was just the way she liked it, messy and unkempt. And even though his body was long and thin, she felt like it would be amazing to hold at night. He cleared his throat, and she realized she'd been staring at him.

"Oh! I'm sorry." Natalie blushed. Spencer smiled at this.

"It's alright." Spencer cleared his throat. "I just want to let you know that we caught the man who kidnapped you. This morning."

"Oh, you did? That's so good to hear!" Natalie beamed. Spencer instantly felt his heart warm when he saw the gleam return to her eyes. Natalie couldn't hold back the tears this time, and they fell from her eyes. "Sorry. I'm just happy that I can feel safer now. This all happened just when I thought I had my life back on track." Spencer shuffled in his seat; Natalie figured that her crying was making him uncomfortable. "It's just that my parents past away when I was really young. Then my foster mother did, and up until a couple of years ago I was a wreck. I was depressed, but I had to get a job because I was running out of money. Then I started working at... I don't remember actually. I just know I had a job." Natalie looked down at her hands.

Spencer was hoping she'd remember working with him, but he replied, "Losing the people you love is one of the hardest things in life." He wondered if she would realize he was partially talking about her, but when she simply looked at him, he continued. "My father left when I was young. I still don't think I'm over the shock of it. And my mother... I hadn't seen her in eight years before I flew her here for a case a few years ago. But even since then I haven't seen her."

"Where is she?" Natalie asked, and Spencer sat up in his chair. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have-"

"No, it's fine," he assured her. Even with her state, he still felt completely comfortable with her. "She's in a mental institution... Paranoid Schizophrenic."

"Ms. Moriarity?" A nursed popped her head in the door. "We're ready to start prep."

"I better go." Spencer stood up.

"Spencer?"

"Hmm?" He turned around.

"Thank you. For everything." Spencer smiled widely at her before waving and exiting the room.

An MRI is a very unusual thing. You have to lie perfectly still on this long stretcher-like bed for what seems like hours while a machine takes pictures and reads your brain. Flashes of the basement kept going through Natalie's head. She had to think of something else. Her mind immediately went to Spencer. He was so sweet and extremely fascinating. He was coy, but would open up to her, which shows trust. She figured that came from their relationship.

"Alright, Ms. Moriarity, you're all finished." The doctor announced over the intercom. A nurse came in and helped her up and back to her room. She said it would be a minute before the results were verified. So she had to wait again, except this time she didn't have a tall, beautiful man to keep her company. Just as she thought that, Morgan and Spencer came into the room.

"Good news," Morgan began. "We caught the UnSub. Your kidnapper."

"I know. I was told this morning," Natalie replied, looking to Spencer.

"But there is one other small thing," Spencer added.

"What's that Spencer?" Natalie asked. Morgan looked at Spencer and gave him a sly grin, causing Spencer to blush a bit. "Well, unless the man takes a plea bargain... you're going to have to testify."

Natalie nodded. "Of course, anything you need."

"Well that's greatly appreciated." Morgan smiled.

The doctor burst into the room. "Well, Ms. Moriarity, looks like everything came back negative. Despite the nasty bump on your head, you're just fine." Natalie and Spencer both sighed with relief. "You're free to go." And with that, he left.

"Alright well, we better be heading out. Someone will be in touch with you." Morgan flashed his pearly whites one more time and then headed out the door. Natalie could see him lingering around, waiting for Spencer. He was about to leave before Natalie spoke up.

"Spencer?" She asked softly. He simply looked into her eyes. "When this is all done and over with, do you maybe want to have dinner... with me?" Natalie couldn't believe what she was doing, asking... basically a stranger on a date. Spencer also couldn't believe it, but he quickly recovered from his small state of shock.

"Yeah, sure. I'd like that." He smiled and then headed out the door.

He felt a huge pressure being lifted off of his heart, but it was replaced by another one. What if they didn't connect like the way they had before? No. Spencer was sure that they were meant to be, no matter what happened. He felt himself growing nervous just thinking about the date, but he was eager for it to happen either way.

A/N: What do you guys think? It's soooo different than the version I had up before. Please let me know your thoughts! Thanks! -RA.