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"So he's going to be okay?" Morgan demanded angrily.

The doctor didn't answer; he was shuffling through paperwork rapidly.

"Hey!" Morgan shouted, to get his attention. The young man jumped, dropping his pen to the floor.

"Ah, sorry," he said hurriedly. "You're with Dr. Reid?"

"That's right," Morgan said, still annoyed.

The doctor looked him up and down. "Oh…I'm only supposed to talk to his family."

"His only living relative is his mother, who's in a sanitarium in Vegas. So you can call her up, if you want to, or you could talk to me."

The doctor swallowed nervously, then nodded. "Well," he began, "He's going to live. But beyond that, we really won't know the extent of the damage until he wakes up."

Morgan gritted his teeth; this man was really starting to get on his nerves. "So you know nothing."

"Well, there was evidence that he was given around 1300 milliamps of electricity at one point; maybe more, we can't accurately quantify it; we're lucky it didn't cause him to go into cardiac arrest."

Morgan rolled his eyes. If Reid were lucky, they wouldn't be in this situation in the first place.

"Well…what kind of damage is usually caused by these types of things?" Morgan asked hesitantly.

"Oh, all sorts," the doctor said lazily, "Retrograde and anterograde amnesia are the most common. There's also a chance of slight hearing or vision loss; muscle spasms, internal and external burning, oh, and a personality change can be quite common, if there was damage to the frontal lobes. "

Morgan swallowed. "Right," he muttered. He paused, then said, "My boss said that…that when he spoke to Reid, briefly, he had no idea who he was."

The doctor nodded quickly. "Yep, retrograde amnesia. Sign of damage to the temporal lobes."

Morgan swallowed. "He has an eidetic memory. Would that help at all?"

The doctor stared at him. "I doubt he has the same memory he used to have," he replied. "And general intelligence is likely to be significantly lowered." He paused, waiting for Morgan to say something; but the agent couldn't speak. The doctor cleared his throat. "Will that be all, then?"

Morgan wanted to punch the guy, but instead he just nodded. The doctor smiled vaguely and walked away, his nose buried in his paperwork.

Morgan hurried back into Reid's hospital room; he was still asleep, but every couple of seconds he would twitch painfully, squirming under the sheets.

Morgan stared at his teammate, lost in his thoughts. Retrograde amnesia, lower intelligence, personality changes…they may have saved Reid before he had been killed; but was he even Reid anymore?

Hotch put his head in his hands. This was impossible.

"Tucker, we don't want any trouble with you. We just need you to give us a bit more information."

Tucker fidgeted in his seat, his arms crossed. "I don't have any information," he muttered. "I'm…I'm missing class right now."

"The sooner you tell us about your life with Christoph- I mean, your father, the sooner we can get this over with." Hotch said. They needed to know as much as possible about Tucker's experience with Buchannan to try and help Reid; and Tucker, for that matter; recover as quickly possible.

It would also help to be able to charge Buchannan with the other six murders.

Hotch sighed. Tucker was proving more difficult to talk to then he'd bargained. "So you don't remember anything before you met your father?" Hotch asked, for what seemed like the fiftieth time.

Tucker shook his head.

"Do you remember when you met your father?"

Tucker stared at Hotch with cold eyes which seemed quite uncharacteristic of him. "He has always been my father," he answered flatly. "There was nothing before him."

"Well, you aren't related to him, are you?" Hotch prompted.

Tucker stared. "He is my father," he said simply.

Hotch heard Rossi's voice in his ear. "Those aren't his words," the older man said, "His entire disposition has changed."

Hotch nodded ever so slightly. This response was conditioned. He wasn't ready to tackle that particular mental barrier yet. "Thank you, Tucker," Hotch said, standing up. "Do you want anything to drink?"

"Oh! Soda!" Tucker said excitedly, becoming more like himself.

"Soda it is," Hotch said, then left the room. Rossi was still staring at the boy through the glass when he shut the door.

"Any time you mention his father, alarms go up," Rossi said.

Hotch nodded. "Either he's truly forgotten his earlier life, or he's too afraid to remember it." He let out a long sigh. "Dave, can you get him a soda?" he asked, then headed across the hall. It was time to interview Christopher Buchannan.

Hotch sat down. "Hello," he said coolly.

Buchannan raised his eyebrows, then snorted. "They sent the pretty blond in here first," he said. "What's your name?"

Hotch didn't blink. "Supervisory Special Agent Aaron Hotchner."

Buchannan smirked, then looked down at the table. He was silent for some time, and the smile slowly slid off of his face. "I want to see Tucker," he said eventually.

"Tucker is in a different room right now. We can assure you that he's perfectly fine."

Buchannan didn't say anything, just continued to stare at the table.

Hotch leaned across the table. "Mr. Buchannan, are you aware that you are being charged with the murders of six young men and the abduction of a federal agent?"

"I should get a lawyer," Buchannan mumbled, more to himself than to Hotch.

"Mr. Buchannan, we're just talking here," Hotch said hurriedly. A goddamn lawyer was the last thing they needed.

Buchannan sat in silence for a long while. "I was making good sons," he said eventually.

"How so?" Hotch asked quickly.

"I tried to teach them," Buchannan said sadly, "But they never learn. Even when they're supposed to be grown up. They grow up and they just...don't learn."

"What about Tucker?" Hotch asked hurriedly, "Did Tucker learn?"

Buchannan smiled slightly. "Tucker is…such a good boy," he murmured. "He wanted a brother," he added as an afterthought.

"Is that why you kidnapped Dr. Reid and those six other men?" Hotch asked carefully.

Buchannan shifted in his chair. He was silent for a good thirty seconds before he spoke. "I saw those men," he began in a low voice. "Boys, really. Children. They were just like my son. It was only a matter of time before…before something happened to them." He swallowed. "They're all the same. They make bad decisions. I tried…tried to teach them. To be good. I tried. I tried to teach them, but they wouldn't learn!" He slammed his fist onto table. Hotch didn't flinch.

"And you taught Tucker, as well?" Hotch asked. "You kidnapped him right after your son died."

"Kidnapped…?" Buchannan trailed off in disbelief, as if he had never heard such an abominable word in his life. "I saved Tucker!"

"Mr. Buchannan, who is Tucker's real family? Do you even know?" Hotch asked savagely.

Buchannan started trembling. "He's my son!" he shouted.

"Mr. Buchannan, Tucker isn't your son. Your son was killed in a car accident when he was eighteen years old. Your son is dead; so are six other young men."

Buchannan simply shook his head, his eyes closed.

"These men deserved lives, Mr. Buchannan."

Buchannan didn't move. "I want a lawyer," he growled suddenly.

"I can read you their names, Mr. Buchannan. Let's see," Hotch cleared his throat and began. "Nathan Palmer, Lucas Beckett-"

Buchannan started trembling; whether it was from fear or anger, Hotch wasn't exactly sure.

"Oliver Fowles, Michael Hopkins-"

"They wouldn't learn," Buchannan growled, "They deserved it."

"James Halloway-"

"I tried to help them-"

"…Troy Baker." Hotch paused, contemplated for a moment, then said, "Spencer Reid."

Buchannan was completely still. Hotch sighed; he made to stand up. As he was about to leave the room, however, he felt a hand grab his shoulder. He turned around.

"I had to do it," Buchannan whispered desperately, his face inches from Hotch's. "You understand why I had to, right Agent Hotchner? They had to…learn. To be good sons. You see, don't you? You see why…why they had to learn…"

Hotch stared at him with a level expression, then nodded slowly. "Thank you," he said. Then he freed his arm, turned around, and left the broken man standing there in silence.

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