Who Are You, Wait, Who Am I?

Disclaimer: Not mine. Not now, nor ever.

Summary: What happens when a group of people wake up in a room with no idea who they are?

A/N: Thank you all for your kind words and support. My Dad passed away on Monday June 17th, and I'm still in pain and agony over it. This will be my last chapter until I can find the energy and strength to continue to write. I may or may not find it soon I just can't concentrate and I don't have the energy at the moment to focus on this right now.

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"Omnipotence is not knowing how everything is done; it's just doing it." Alan Watts


Aaron sat in silence as one by one the separated team gathered into the conference room. Not to his own surprise everyone else was quiet. Almost uncharacteristically quiet.

He wasn't sure if that was a normal thing that they did when they were gathering, or if it was because of their unusual circumstance. He believed it was the latter. He kept his eyes trained for the one agent remaining behind.

When the brunette finally entered the conference room, she took the free spot between Derek and Spencer both men giving her an acknowledging nod before they returned to their own quiet state.

"Eh hem," the leader cleared his throat gaining the attention of the group, "I take it you've all found out information about yourselves?"

"Some," David commented, "How about you two?"

"The same," Aaron answered, his eyes trailing to the personnel files, "Emily?"

"Huh?" the distracted brunette looked up, "What?"

"Did you find any useful information?" he reiterated "That could help us out?"

"A bit," she quickly replied folding a small envelope up and shoving it into her pocket, "What do you have there?"

"Oh, these are all I could find in that office," he started, "My office about everyone."

As he passed along the thick folders, Jennifer quirked her blonde eyebrow, "Personnel files?"

"How are these going to help?" Derek asked, "I mean compared with whatever we do with our private selves?"

"I think he... Aaron's trying to sort out if our amnesia was an attack on the group or one of a personal attack," Spencer stated, rambling on to the awe of the room, "Incidentally did you know that when a trauma occurs, it is common for the mind to go into a safe mode..."

The young man paused when he saw the blanked stares looking back at him, "What's everybody looking at?"

Penelope reached over poking the younger man on the shoulder, "He's so lifelike."

That broke the tension in the room, the confused agents snickering at Spencer's confused face, "Ok."

"What's this?" Jennifer commented, drawing the group's attention back to their original task.

"What's what?" Derek asked, peering over the blonde's shoulder, "Who is Strauss?"

"Section Chief Erin Strauss," Jennifer read, "Recommends that the Behavioral Analysis Unit undergo one on one therapy after the death of team member Emily Prentiss."

All eyes trained on the woman in question, "My what?"

"Death," Penelope whispered, "You died?"

"Obviously not because I'm still right here," Emily said patting her sides then shrugging, "And I don't think any of us believe in ghosts. Right?"

Aaron reached over, grabbing the file from the blonde, "There has to be some logical explanation to this..."

"How about we get back to the reason we're all here," Emily interjected, though she had no clue about this alleged death she still felt uneasy about talking about it, "And why we're all missing our memories."

"There has to be some connection to all of this," David stated, setting down his own file, "All of this can't just be a happenstance."

"Meaning?" Penelope asked, her eyes still trained on the folder before her, "Wow, I did that?"

"Did what, baby girl?" Derek asked, wrapping an arm around her then dropping a kiss upon her cheek.

"I hacked my way into the FBI database," she whispered, a look of shame on her face as she scanned the stunned faces in the room, "I would never do that."

The look of skepticism ran over Derek's face, "Actually, I think that is something you would do, Penny."

"How could you..." Penelope started, pausing, "Oh, you're lucky you're so cute otherwise I'd be mad at you."

"You could never be angry with me, mama."

"Moving along now," Aaron interrupted, though he was a tad annoyed at the lack of memories he had for his own personal life he wouldn't feel right with letting the banter continue, "What's the last thing anyone remembers before waking up?"

The silence told him what he already knew. They all knew nothing.

As they resumed their earlier task, something caught the blonde agent's eye, "We work on a lot of high-profiled cases."

"And?" David questioned, not seeing the observation.

"Well, maybe one of these 'Unknown Subjects' caused our current predicament," Aaron finished, "Great observation, Jennifer."

As the young woman smiled at the praise, the brunette raised an eyebrow at the two's seemingly connection. She didn't know what it was, but there was something that unsettled her. Silently observing the way the two interact, with their rapport both were wearing wedding bands. It dawned on her, that while she was with Aaron investigating his office and his lack of wanting to share the picture he had on his desk, was he married to Jennifer?

The female agent leaned over to the lengthy man to her right, she silently whispered "Spencer?"

"Hmm?"

"What happened in Jennifer's office?"

"I beg your pardon?" he gulped, his heart pounding and felt an approaching headache.

"Did Jennifer tell you anything about herself or her husband?"

"Only that they met through work." he answered, missing the quizzical look on Emily's face, "It was a small memory that came to her right as we were leaving her office. Oh and that they had their son before they were married."

"Son?"

"Yeah, she has a little boy, Henry" Spencer nonchalantly informed her, "He looks to be about six, I guess. Little a mop of blond hair with a big, bright smile on his face."

"Fantastic," the brunette muttered.

"Oh and he has these blue eyes that..." the young genius praddled on, not noticing the woman beside had tuned him out.

'I need to get out of here...' she thought, her mind telling her to find the nearest exit to escape.


"Risk comes from not knowing what you're doing." Warren Buffet


To Be Continued...

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