Hi guys, sorry it's been so long. My laptop broke shortly after I returned from Cali and I just got it back today. So, here you go! Hope you like it. Please read and review as always :D

Derek

"You're messin' with me, now of all times?" I asked, laughing.

"What?" Grace responded with a confused look on her face.

"You seriously don't remember me?"

"Well," she said slowly, looking at every person, "I remember him."

I looked to where she was pointing and saw Hotch.

"Mr. Hotchner, right? I think we met at my interview the other day. Ms. Strauss said you were the BAU leader," Grace said to him.

"Grace, your interview was five weeks ago. You've been on the team for almost a week," Hotch replied with concern.

Grace

"What? No, this is some joke right? Am I really in the hospital?" I asked. What the hell had happened?

The buff looking man next to me motioned for a doctor to come in as he walked by.

"Hi Grace, I'm Dr. Laeda. You're in the hospital with a slight concussion. Can you answer some questions for me?" he asked.

"Uh, sure…" I trailed off.

"Okay, what's your full name?"

"Grace Daytona Stevenson," I said. Did he think I was stupid? Of course I knew what my name was.

"What's your birthday?"

"July 31st 1982."

"What do you last remember?"

"I… well, I went to bed. I had just gotten home from my job as a waitress," I replied.

"What's the date?"

"July 23rd."

"I'm sorry Ms. Stevenson, it's August 20th," Dr. Laeda replied, starting to shine the flashlight in my eyes.

"What? Are you serious?" I said, startled.

"Yes, I'm afraid you have slight amnesia from hitting your head. Your concussion is only mild so it should be temporary. Hopefully you'll start to remember things tomorrow, if not today."

"S-so, I'll remember who all of these people are?" I asked, looking around at the strangers. Mr. Hotchner was the only one who seemed vaguely familiar.

"With any luck. Now, I'm going to request that you stay overnight and that these people, your coworkers, help you regain your memory. If they tell you about what you're forgetting, it may help your memory come back faster," the doctor said, scribbling something on his clipboard.

"Uh, okay…"

"Well, I have to go back to rounds, but let me know if anything bothers you," he said as he left the room, Mr. Hotchner stepping out to have a word with him.

I looked at the remaining people, wishing I could remember them.

Derek

Holy shit. She didn't remember us. It was temporary, it was temporary, it was temporary. I just had to remember that.

"Hi, Grace," Garcia said cheerfully from the laptop, breaking the awkward silence, "Let's start with names. I'm Penelope Garcia."

"H-hi Penelope. Why are you on webcam?" Grace replied slowly.

"I'm at our base in Quantico," she said as Hotch walked back in the room.

"I'm David Rossi," Rossi said with a smile. "This here's Emily Prentiss, Jennifer Jareau, Spencer Reid, Derek Morgan, and Aaron Hotchner. You seem to remember Hotch."

Grace's eyes lingered on me for a second before flickering back to Hotch.

"Yeah, he came into my interview the other- well five weeks ago I guess. Does this mean I got the job?" she asked with a slight smile.

"Most definitely," Garcia said from the laptop.

"Sweet."

Everyone laughed, but I couldn't stop thinking about how this was my fault.

"Okay, so I got the job, and I started, what did you say, a week ago?" she asked and Hotch nodded, "Then what happened?"

"We just finished a case, your first one, and you and Morgan went back to the hotel to get some sleep because you looked a bit like zombies, as Garcia put it."

Grace laughed a bit. "Yeah, I get like that sometimes."

Okay, my part of the story next. Breathe.

"Your room was right next to mine and I guess I was having a nightmare or something… anyways, you tried to wake me up, but I hit you with my arm and tada, here we are," I finished, expecting her to look angry or something.

Instead she just looked amazed. "You're strong enough to knock me out just by hitting me with your arm?" she asked incredulously.

"Well, the wall that you hit afterwards helped with that bit," I chuckled, unsure of how she could be so nonchalant about this.

"Why are you looking at me like that Mr. Morgan?" Grace replied.

"Call me Morgan, or Derek. And, well, you seem so unfazed by a little bit of memory loss and a concussion."

"Oh, well, I, uh, I fell a lot as a kid. I'm used to concussions," she stuttered.

I glanced at Hotch. What was she hiding? I decided not to push it.

"Okay, well I talked to Dr. Laeda beforehand and he said that it would be best if only one person stayed with you at a time Grace. Is it okay if Morgan stays? We'll just be at the BAU working on our paperwork from cases," Hotch said.

"Uh, okay," she replied.

The rest of the team said their goodbyes and made their way out of the room.

"Call me if anything changes or you need anything," Hotch added as they walked away.

"So, um, Grace, how are you feeling?" I asked, unsure of what to say.

"Well, I have a killer headache, but I guess that's what you get when you're pushed into a wall," she said with a laugh.

I guess the look on my face scared her because her smile faltered for a moment.

"Sorry, sorry, I was trying to be funny."

"It's not funny, it's my fault you're here in the first place."

Grace looked up at me for a second and hesitated.

"What?"

"It's just, you look so familiar."