This Story is the sequel to 'Remember', which must be read first.

Disclaimer: All recognizable material does not belong to me.

A/N: Italics such as these are the thought of the specified character.

Hunted

Chapter 1

"Pretty boy – glad to see you back!" Morgan stood as Reid walked over to his desk.

Stay silent - "Thanks, Morgan."

"Spence. How're you doing?" JJ asked, hurrying over.

Don't reply - "Fine."

"We were all furious when they wouldn't let us visit you in the hospital." Prentiss called over from her desk. "No serious head injuries, I hope?"

Acknowledge this one. "Nope." Reid's reached up and grabbed the pen from behind his ear.

"Hotch gave us the gist of what happened. Incredible." Rossi joined in.

"Give him space." Hotch said, from his office door.

They turned to look at him.

"Reid's only had a day or two with these memories. We've had over a month to get comfortable with his disappearance and return. It's his turn." Hotch said, as he walked toward them. "We have a case. Everyone to the briefing room."

Nod and act cold - "Be right there." Reid said, and quickly organized the papers on his desk. The others moved away.

A man walked out of the conference room and through the bullpen. Reid's eyes snapped to his face.

Where do I know him from? He wondered. Am I losing my memory? I always know faces . . .

He went back to organizing papers as the man glanced his way, but looked back when it was safe.

I met him when I was Taryn. I remember him - Polzin. That's Polzin. So where's Yakovlev?

Polzin reached up to his earpiece and pressed a button. Reid read his lips as the man whispered.

"Green."

For a half a second, Reid was frozen.

He shoved himself and his chair away from his desk just as the sniper bullet shattered the window, and, milliseconds later, whipped past his face.

Reid saw Hotch burst out of his office, but couldn't make out his words – someone was screaming – Garcia, maybe.

Reid's eyes snapped back to Polzin, who clicked his earpiece off and made a beeline for the elevator. He paused as several FBI agents ran into the room to find out what had happened.

"Hey!" Reid shoved himself out of his chair and reached for his gun. "Polzin!"

Polzin turned to stare at him. "Taryn! They said you didn't remember – well, since you do, I'm glad Yakovlev failed."

A few reluctant glass pieces of the window finally tipped out and shattered on the floor. Reid glanced around. Every FBI agent in the room had realized Polzin wasn't a coworker, and their guns were leveled on him.

"Taryn."

Reid glanced back at him.

"Come with me back to headquarters." Polzin offered. "You know we can get out of this building easily."

Reid glanced at Hotch, hoping he understood.

Trick him - "Okay, Polzin . . ." he said, turning toward his coworkers and backing toward the man. He stepped just a bit behind Polzin. "Let's go." his voice turned unfriendly.

Polzin heard the safety click off, and turned his head to see Reid's revolver a foot away, pointed at his head.

"What's wrong, Taryn?" Polzin asked, frowning.

Reid's heart beat faster. All the FBI agents watching the exchange were forgotten. Inside, he was furious, but his CIA training from the last year wouldn't let him show it.

He's a threat – just shoot him. "I remember everything." he said, cold anger burning behind his eyes. "And I am Doctor Spencer Reid."

Reid saw something flash in Polzin's eyes – he'd suddenly realized that Taryn was gone forever.

Polzin lashed out, sending Reid's gun out of his hand and flying into the wall. He shifted his weight backwards to kick forward, but Reid leaned backwards sharply, letting the kick snap out above him.

Reid heard the report of a gun as he straightened, and Polzin suddenly was on the floor, two hands slowing the blood at his ankle.

Hotch hurried forward and pulled the gun from Polzin's holster.

"Call an ambulance." he ordered. Prentiss whipped out her phone.

Reid retrieved his gun and watched as Morgan stopped the bleeding while Rossi cuffed Polzin.

"Reid, you know this man?" Hotch asked, holding his gun on the FBI pretender.

Tell him nothing - "Polzin – a Russian assassin. We worked together while he and Averin had me drugged and hypnotized." Reid answered. "He's the leader of a two-man team. Yakovlev's the sniper."

"Any chance he'd have waited for his partner?" JJ asked.

Reid shook his head. "He'll be long gone. He just follows orders."

"I'll send a team over to check out where he shot from." Reid's eyes followed Hotch as he issued orders to several FBI agents and then headed to his office to report to Strauss.

"Stay away from the broken glass, Reid's desk, and the bloodstains!" Hotch ordered. "It's a crime scene now. Don't try to leave – the building will go into lockdown until we figure out how he got in, and if there are any more."

Ambulance paramedics hurried into the room. Reid's eyes didn't leave Polzin.

He's strangely compliant. Reid narrowed his eyes. What's his angle?

The cot was wheeled into the elevator, and the doors closed.

Nothing. No attack. That's strange. Maybe he's going to try something later when he -

"Hey."

Reid turned to find JJ staring at him.

"Are you OK, Spence?" she sounded worried.

You can't afford to be compromised on the field. Tell her how weak you feel inside. "I'm fine." Reid said, assuringly.

She didn't seem convinced. "You sure?"

"Yes." Reid answered. He noticed Morgan, Rossi and Prentiss glancing his way, concerned. Why does everyone want me to be traumatized? He wondered, exasperated. "But I think I need a cup of coffee." Acting familiar should make them see I'm ok.

JJ sighed in relief. He's acting familiar. I guess he's ok. She decided.

Reid poured his coffee, and glanced over his shoulder at his team, who all looked reassured.

He shook his head. What, they think I can't deal with the stress of being shot at? He sighed, frustrated, and reached for the sugar.

His hand was shaking.

He stopped dead, then pulled his hand back quickly, glancing around. No one had noticed.

He took a deep breath. Adrenaline wearing off. That's what it is. Just adrenalin -

"Briefing room in five!" Hotch called.

Reid let out the breath slowly, trying to calm himself. Tell them – you're not at your best. Reid shook off the thoughts that plagued him before his every move. Focus. Conference room, he told himself.

He glanced at the coffee, then walked away.

Might be a long wait for chapter 2 - sorry. An early thank you to all who Reid and Review.