Spencer's eyes opened to a blinding fluorescent light glowing over him. He felt confusion wash over him. Where was he? How did he get here? One second his mother was reading to him and the next, he was here.

He looked around and saw an unfamiliar face staring at him. Unconsciously, he flinched.

"Hey." Morgan said, smiling.

"Who are you?" Derek held in a sigh. He had a feeling that something like this might happen, although he had desperately wished it hadn't. He still arranged his face into a smile.

"I'm Derek Morgan, I'm with the FBI. What's your name?"

"Spencer. Spencer Reid." He paused, weighing the questions he could ask. "How did I get here?" He asked, quietly.

"There was an explosion and it knocked you out."

"What are you talking about? I was at home with my..." His mind raced and his eyes widened with fear. "Where's my mom?"

The question raised a red flag for Derek, but he kept calm. The line on his heart monitor spiked quickly.

"She's safe." He promised. This did not pacify Spencer, and he started to feel panicked.

"Where?"

The beeping grew faster.

"I'll tell you if you just answer one question for me."

"What?"

"How old are you?"

Spencer looked at him bizarrely. "I'm six."

Derek nodded. "Okay. Hold on a minute. I'll get your mom on the phone, okay?"

Spencer nodded.

Morgan went outside and called Hotch with an update before dialing Garcia.

"Hello Prince of my heart, what can I do you for?"

"Can you get me the number of the Bennington Sanitarium?"

"Coming at you now."

"Thanks, baby girl."

"Anytime."

He dialed the number and waited as the phone rang.

"You've reached the Bennington Sanitarium, this is Shelley, how can I help you?"

"I need to speak with Diana Reid immediately."

"One moment please."

The wait seemed endless, but finally a voice came over the phone.

"Hello?"

"Mrs. Reid, my name is Derek Morgan and I work with your son."

"Is he okay?!" She asked, panicking.

"Physically he's fine. But mentally he's not." As he explained what had happened, Diana grew exceedingly worried. She calmed herself down quickly, though. Knowing that her baby needed her took precedence over her own terror.

"Let me talk to him."

"Yes ma'am."

He handed the phone to Spencer, who looked like he was going to be sick.

"Mom?"

"I'm okay, baby. I'm fine. Are you okay?"

"Yes."

"I'll be there as soon as I can, alright?"

"Okay."

"I love you so much, baby."

"I love you too. Bye."

He flipped the phone shut and handed it back to Morgan.

"She's coming."

"Who? Your mom?"

He nodded. Derek was surprised, but didn't let it cross his face.

Hotch, Rossi, and Prentiss had converged by the door. Morgan was quick to usher them away, and explained the situation to them. Although they wanted to see their friend, they respected the circumstances and stayed away. Spencer was curious about the people outside of the door, but didn't ask. He was already afraid as it was. Waking up away from his home and family was terrifying. He tried to make himself feel better by replaying old and beloved books in his head. He pulled his knees up to his chest, put his head between them, and shut down completely.