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2 Hours Later, E.P.O.V.
"Physically, there's nothing wrong with them. The M.R.I. showed nothing out of the ordinary."
"So why do they have amnesia?"Hotch demanded.
Dr Brennan flinched before continuing.
"Whatever they went through in that five week period was enough for them to dissociate themselves from their entire lives."
There was an awkward silence as we all took this in.
"They're um, actually cleared to leave now."She stammered as if afraid of Hotch yelling at her.
"Now?"JJ and Rossi asked at the same time. They glanced at each other then back to Dr. Brennan.
"I can't find anything else wrong with them. All I ask is that they be watched over and that they don't do anything dangerous if distracted."
"Why not?"I ask.
"Having a flashback while driving on the freeway can't end well."She explains.
"So you think they will remember eventually?"I asked hopefully.
"Dr. Reid told me he got Aaron's name from a dream. From what they told me, I'd say there's a pretty good chance of them eventually going back to normal. All you can do though, is wait for it to come back."
I was lost for words. I was just glad they were alive! Going to tell Reid's mother and father that he was missing had been heartbreaking.
"If that's all, I'll be bring them out to you. If you need anything feel free to call me."She handed Hotch her card and went to their room.
"Thank God they're alright."JJ whispered to me. Its what everyone had been thinking since we had found them.
"Can I hear all your names again?"Reid asked shyly from the doorway with Garcia behind him. He was still trying to protect her,"I just want to be clear on what I normally call you."
Reid and Garcia step forward, their eyes analyzing everything around them.
"That's Rossi, I'm JJ, this is Emily, this Hotch, and this is Morgan."JJ explains.
Garcia mouthed something to herself.
"What?"Morgan asks.
"I don't call you Morgan."It's not a question, its a statement.
"Do you remember?"Hotch asks quickly.
"Sweetness."Reid and Garcia say in unison. What does that mean? They both blush.
"Its a something I call you."Garcia explains. She keeps looking to each of us like shes searching for approval.
"Oh."Rossi throws me a look.
"You said I have parents. They are worrying they're heads off, and they will be until they see me. I need to get to Vegas."Reid said in a tone that obviously meant he was going whether we liked it or not.
Hotch nodded,"Of course Reid."
He immediately stiffened at the sound of his name, but relaxed when Garcia tightened her grip on his hand.
"So we'll go now?"Hotch clarified. Garcia nodded while looking up into Reid's brown eyes.
We took the stairs down, after Garica and Reid nearly freaked out at the sight of it.
"Whats wrong with elevators?"Morgan grumbled.
"There's six elevator related deaths not to mention ten thousand injuries that require hospitalization."He said quickly. I smiled to myself. Reid's back.
"You remember?"Morgan asked sharply. Reid stopped walking and closed his eyes,"Reid are you okay?"
"Shh!"He hushed Morgan.
Re.P.O.V.
"Shh!"I raised my finger to my lips. The voices swirl around me, calling for me to come to them. One rose above the all the others.
"What, you're not scared are you?"
"Reid-"Morgan interrupted, cutting off all the voices.
"Shh!"I ordered impatiently. Why did they even call me Reid?
"I had a great time Reid."
I opened my eyes. JJ was sitting next to me on my leather couch.
"I did too."I stammered. I longed for her approval, craved it even.
"You are really sweet. When you find the right girl, she'll know."She gave me a kiss on the cheek then grabbed her coat.
"You're going?"I asked.
"I have too. Thank you so much for taking me out tonight. Its the best game I've ever been too."
I nodded and smiled. She smiled back and then walked out the door.
"Reid, stop!"JJ's voice cut through it all. My eyes flew open. I was sitting on a waiting room couch. JJ was blushing deeply.
"Is that what happened after the Red Socks game?"Morgan asked. They were all looking at me with concern.
"I don't know."I answered,"Can we go now?"
"Sure."Hotch nodded. I stood quickly and followed them out to the parking lot. The desperate need to gain their approval was still there. Why did I have to gain that? Why did I want that?
More then that though, was the impulse to shield Marie, no Garcia from them. What was that? What did you call that? I knew that I should know. I fought the urge to hang back where the girls were talking just to stand between them.
"Kid whats wrong?"Morgan asked. JJ had said,'You are really sweet. When you find the right girl, she'll know.'
Was this what love was?
"Nothing."That just earned me glances from all of them.
"You can tell me anything kid."
I felt the pressure of something sharp on my upper arm, like something was tied there. Then a sickening prick. I jerked away from Morgan and tried to take whatever was there off, but there was nothing there.
"What?"They asked with worry.
"I just-"I break off and look there. Nothing. No needle prick. I sigh and relief and start walking with them again.
Hotch led us to a black SUV and got in the driver's seat. Rossi got in front while everyone else piled in the two back rows of seats. Morgan and I got stuck in the back while the women got the middle row.
"Distract me."I said. I didn't want to think. Thinking caused questions and I didn't want any.
"You have an eidetic memory, you have an IQ of 187-"
"What?"I ask,"Did I hear you right?"
That was insane high. There was no way I had that.
"Trust me kid, you do. You can read, Emily, how fast can he read again?"
"I thought it was something like twenty thousand words per minute."She answered then went back to talking with JJ and Marie, no Garcia.
No. That's practically impossible. Twenty thousand words per minute?
"You know just about every statistic there is and..."He trailed off, probably thinking of something to tell me.
"Think three moves ahead."A male voice said. No image or face came.
"You put a ton of sugar in your coffee."
I knew that.
"Yeah. How do you drink it black?"I questioned. It was so bitter!
"I think its just you man."He was smiling. I mentally sighed in relief once the urge to please them was satisfied.
"What else can I tell the genius Dr. Spencer Reid?"He sighed.
"Dr.?"I was a doctor? No. They told me I was twenty seven.
"You studied Psychology in college."he explained.
"Oh."I said,"How old was I when I graduated?"
"Sixteen."
"That would mean I was twelve when I graduated from high school."
He nodded.
"You were."
Twelve? What was I? A freak of nature?
The pressure on my arm was back again. I brushed my hand over it. Again, nothing. It was still there. Prick. I wanted to get sick right then and there when I realized what it was. I put my hand over me mouth and closed my eyes. Nausea almost completely overwhelmed me.
"Reid are you okay?"
"Yeah I'm fine."I whispered.
"Hotch are we almost there?"He was extremely worried now. The speed of the car noticeably increased.
"Are you okay Reid?"JJ asked. I couldn't answer. Garcia's expression was one of pain. Rage immediately filled me. Her expression faded once she opened her eyes. She caught me staring.
"Just a flashback."She mouthed. I was hesitant to look away, but I had to, otherwise attention would be put on her. Prick. I doubled over and got sick on my shoes.
"Reid!"Morgan cried,"Hotch, pull over!"
"No!"I snapped,"Keep driving!"
I wiped my mouth with my sleeve and leaned my head back against the seat breathing heavily. When are they going to tell me?
"Reid, are you alright?"Hotch called from the frontseat.
"Keep driving!"I called back.
"Let me know if you need to stop."I don't hear him though. I'm listening to someone else.
"We're animals Spencer. We feel things."
