Author's Note:
New Story! So the Adam/Spencer story didn't click as well as I wanted to, BUT I researched DID and became fascinated and today, I saw a documentary on it that made it all exciting again, so - this is what came on. and Elephant's Memory is my favorite episode. So... Tah-dah. This story could get to M. Depends how it goes. I'm excited about this story. Hope you enjoy! Starts after JJ and doesn't really follow Season 6 after that.

Magnet

Spencer laughed at something Derek said and for the first time in the last few weeks, he didn't feel bad about it. There was still an emptiness from JJ's departure but he was starting to deal with it. They were still a team and JJ was still in contact. She was enjoying her new job and doing well. Plus, Garcia was doing everything possible to keep the blonde in constant contact - scheduling drink dates between the three as well as a play dates with Henry. He turned to see Emily making her way to the break room and Rossi talking to Hotch near JJ's old office. Hotch had made it clear that he wasn't going to replace JJ with someone else, but he also knew that Garcia was having a hard time doing everything that JJ used to do. He knew they needed help, but replacing JJ would be impossible. He smiled at Derek before moving back to his paperwork.

"Get to work." He teased Morgan who was staring at something behind him. He turned.

"That means you-" He paused his sentence, when he looked back, expecting to see Emily doing something comical. What he saw was not comical at all. A dirty woman in her late-twenties, early-thirties stood standing, looking like a scared animal, scratching at her arm.

"I'm.. uh, I'm looking for a Spencer Reid?"

He frowned, trying to identify the woman, but he had no idea who she was. He furrowed his brows before standing up, slowly. She, immediately, took a step back.

"I'm Spencer."

A small smile came over her lips, as she looked over the man. She licked her lips, the smile being replaced with a smirk. "No friggin' way."

He continued to look at her, confused. "Do I know you?"

She shivered, wrapping her arms around herself. The confident look fading slightly. "You-You don't remember me?' She sniffed, wiping her mouth before grinning again. "Come on, Captain America."

She raised an eyebrow, in challenge almost, as she looked at him, waiting.

Spencer's face flushed immediately, his mind flashing back to the football field in high school. No one else knew all the facts from that afternoon other than the people there. He squinted, looking at her even more closely.

"Harper?" He said, softly, in disbelief.

She grinned before her knees buckled. Spencer reached out and wrapped his arms around her, instinctively. Harper's hands moved to his chest, holding him to keep herself upright. She looked up at him, smirk on her lips. "You really grew up, huh? All nice and strong, have you been working out?" Her hands moved to his arms, feeling the muscles that was there. "You got all sexy."

Spencer tensed at the touches before Morgan finally stood up and helped get the woman into a chair. Spencer pulled back immediately, wrapping his arms around his torso.

"What are you doing here, Harper?" He asked, trying to get her out of here. She was bringing back bad memories that he didn't need.

Morgan looked between the woman before at his coworker. "Wait. Harper. Harper Hillman. You're the little-"

"Derek." Spencer interjected and Harper grinned, looking between the two of them before raising an eyebrow.

"You told him. You must trust him, huh? Is this your boyfriend, Spency?"

"I'm not gay, Harper." He said, slightly annoyed. Years and years of constant teasing was coming back up after so many years.

"Does he still wear Captain American under roos, Derek?" Harper teased, looking at the black man. Her eyes moved over him, slowly. "He's a good hunk of man, Spencer. Bet it hurts, huh? You know what they say about-"

"Stop it!" Spencer said and Harper raised an eyebrow. Spencer took a deep breath, trying to control his emotions.

"Why are you here, Harper?"

Harper leaned back in the chair and winced slightly. "Your mom said you could help me."

Spencer stared at her, waiting.

"I was in Bennington for a while. What can I say, I'm crazy. But because I'm crazy," She grinned, "The cops don't believe me, but I witnessed a murder."

"What kind of crazy?"

"Dissociative Identity Disorder."

Spencer laughed, loudly, unable to stop himself. "Are you serious?" He asked, still chuckling.

Harper didn't look as amused. "Yeah. 4 alters. Want to know their names, too, Doc?"

Spencer laughed again. It was like he was a magnet for DID patients.

Harper looked at him, angry. "This isn't funny. An alter saw a murder. A murder of my close friend and yet, I tell the cops that and they think I'm crazy. They try to arrest me because I…." Harper looked to the side. "I was high." She said, sounding slightly ashamed for the first time in the whole conversation, and they tried to restrain me. I switched, I punched a cop and…well one thing lead to the other and I was committed to Bennington. Where I met your mom - real cool lady. She helped me get my GED-"

"You never graduated?"

"I…You know Alexis and I were close and well, we were doing things we shouldn't. After you graduated, our smoking pot with college kids because doing meth with college drop outs and -" She looked at Derek briefly before looking back at Reid. "I got really messed up. I know that someone like you wouldn't know anything about that, but -" She didn't finish, just looking away.

"I know more than you think."

Derek looked at the man. It was as much as a confession to his drug use than Morgan had ever heard him say. Harper, not understanding, rolled her eyes.

"Right, IQ of 200 or whatever. You know everything. Whatever. Are you going to help me or not?"

"Are you on drugs still?" Spencer asked.

Harper stared at him. "Does it matter?"

"You come here, abused and dirty, asking for my help. When did you get out of Bennington?"

"Why does this matter?"

"If you want me to help you, you have to tell me what's going on. The whole truth."

Harper pursed her lips. "I got out a few years ago. Property of Bennington from 2000 to 2005. Got out and still was crazy, alters took over. Nina. Nina was always the one looking for belonging - she's the drug addict. I mean, I'm a drug addict. I don't know. I just take it to keep it from…it hurts. I don't take the drugs and it hurts."

Spencer looked at his shoes. He knew how it hurt.

"Anyways, I think that if… we can fix this, if I can get the bad guy, then…"

"Maybe you can save yourself." Spencer murmured more to himself.