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Morgan knocked hesitantly on the door. "Reid?" he called. Garcia was standing behind him with a gigantic plate of cookies, which she had insisted would somehow help trigger his memory.

"Reid? Hotch?" Morgan knocked louder, and several moments later his supervisor opened the door.

"Come in," he said; he looked tense.

"How's he doing?" Morgan asked, stepping inside.

"He won't talk to me." Hotch pursed his lips. Reid sat on the couch, his head in his hands, his foot bouncing sporadically.

"Kid?" Morgan asked, slowly approaching Reid. "How's it going?"

Reid ignored him.

"He's been like this for the past hour," Hotch muttered, "Ever since he mentioned Raphael."

They all stood there in silence, staring at Reid, who seemed completely oblivious to their presence.

"What do we do?" Garcia asked. "Should we take him back to the hospital?"

Hotch shook his head. "Not yet."

Morgan approached him slowly. Reid made no indication that he noticed Morgan, except that his foot began to accelerate. "Reid, it's me," Morgan said, "Garcia made you cookies, to help you remember. Doesn't that sound good?"

Nothing.

Slowly, ever so slowly, Morgan reached out to put his hand on Reid's shoulder.

"Morgan! Don't!" Hotch hissed.

Morgan swallowed nervously. "It's alright," he said. "It'll snap him out of it."

"He doesn't like being touched!" Hotch said.

Morgan ignored him. His hand inched forward cautiously, so as not to startle Reid; and it finally came to rest on his teammate's shoulder.

The shaking foot stopped. There was silence for a moment. "Reid?" Morgan asked hopefully.

"GET OFF!" Reid leapt to his feet, causing Morgan to call out and stumble backwards in surprise.

"Ah! Okay! Sorry!" Morgan said nervously, holding his hands up. "We were just worried, kid!"

Reid's eyes darted around anxiously. "I was trying to remember," he spat viciously.

"Okay! You could have said something!" Morgan said.

Reid sat back down on the couch. He stared at the floor, and there was a very tense silence. "Did you save them?" he asked suddenly.

Morgan frowned. "Who?"

"The couple. The couple that I told Raphael to kill." Reid swallowed.

"What do you remember, Reid?" Hotch said, cutting into the conversation.

Reid swallowed. "Raphael is angry. He says I'm a sinner, and that I should choose one of them to die. So I chose one to live instead, and…" he trailed off angrily, "I don't remember the rest!"

"Anything else?" Hotch demanded.

Reid screwed his eyes up in concentration. "He was hitting me. Playing Russian Roulette. And…it feels like I'm being watched." He swallowed nervously. "That's all."

"Really? That's all?" Hotch sounded disbeliving.

Reid allowed a small smile to creep onto his face. "Well, there's the drugs," he admitted.

Hotch nodded. "Alright," he said.

Reid shrugged. "That's all."

Hotch raised his eyebrows. "It's been an hour, Reid," he said, "Are you telling me that's all you remembered?"

Reid stared at the ground for several moments; his foot started to bounce again. "No," he admitted eventually.

"Well?" Hotch prompted, obviously not in the mood to play games.

Reid swallowed. "I think some of them are private," he muttered.

"You look upset," Morgan said, cutting in. Reid ignored him, his eyes fixated on Hotch.

"You don't have to tell us," Hotch said carefully, "But it would certainly help. We could fill in the blank spots."

Reid shook his head quickly. "I'll figure it out for myself," he muttered.

Suddenly, an idea occurred to Morgan. "You're twelve years old," he began, "And Harper Hillman tells you that Alexa Lisbon wants to meet you behind the school."

Reid froze, his eyes widening. "How do you know that?" he snapped.

"You told me," Morgan said, raising his eyebrows.

"I wouldn't have…wouldn't have told you that," Reid muttered at the ground.

Morgan felt a pang of resentment he tried to ignore. "Well, you did," he said, "We were friends."

Reid put his head in his hands again. They were all quiet for a long time, and Hotch and Garcia went into Reid's kitchen with the cookies. Morgan sat down on the couch beside Reid.

"I'm glad you're remembering," Morgan said, "Even if it hurts. Because you might not be so thrilled with me right now, but I want my friend back."

Reid snorted in sarcastic laugher. "What's so funny?" Morgan demanded.

"I was remembering…that night," Reid muttered, "The night I left your house. When I met Tucker."

Morgan tensed up. "Reid, you have no idea how bad I—"

"It's funny," Reid said quickly, "I was so excited that I had made a friend, you know? That somebody actually liked me." He swallowed. "From what I'm remembering, it didn't happen often. And it almost got me killed."

"Don't be stupid," Morgan said instinctively.

"Oh, I'm not stupid, actually. In fact, I'm an insufferable know-it-all." He nodded. "Which is why nobody but my coworkersseemed to care that I went missing."

"Don't do this," Morgan said. "Its good that you're remembering, and—"

"I was happier when I didn't remember," Reid murmured, "But now I can't stop."

"It'll get better—you'll see," Morgan said, clapping his hand on Reid's shoulder, "You're just remembering all of the bad parts now."

"No, I think I'm just remembering my life, and it sucks." Reid pouted.

"Now you're just being a baby," Morgan said, chuckling. Reid rolled his eyes. "Come on. Garcia made you cookies."

He grinned a strange, lopsided grin; it wasn't the same grin that he had seen on the old Reid; but it was hauntingly familiar all the same. "Well—it's just weird," Reid muttered, making no move to get up. "It's like it doesn't fit together. It doesn't make sense. It's all in bits and pieces and—" he broke off.

"What is it?" Morgan asked.

"You owe me twelve dollars," Reid said suddenly.

"What? No I don't!"

"Yes, yes you do!" Reid said, "You owe me twelve dollars from when I bought you lunch in Nebraska. It was twelve oh five but I said I'd knock off the five cents and then you said that you'd pay me back as soon as we landed and then I said I bet you wouldn't and then you said you were a man of your word, but then I said—"

"Woah! Okay! Stop!" Morgan said, "Here, have twelve dollars!" He pulled out his wallet and threw the money into Reid's lap, trying to keep the amused smile from his face.

"About time," Reid muttered. "You're lucky I didn't charge interest. You'd owe me fifty dollars and seventeen cents by now." Then he stood up and walked into the kitchen, with a bewildered Morgan trailing behind him, shaking his head, but feeling better than he had in weeks.

Hotch noticed Morgan's smile and returned it, unwrapping the cookies. He was about to ask what they had been talking about when his phone rang. He glanced at it; he didn't recognize the number, but answered just in case.

"Hotchner."

The voice on the other end sounded panicked. "Aaron Hotchner? BAU?"

"That's right," Hotch said, "What's the problem?"

"You arrested a man a week ago…"

"Christopher Buchannan?" Hotch asked. Everyone's heads snapped up.

"No," the other voice said, "Not him. The other one…his name is Tucker?"

Hotch frowned. "What about Tucker?"

"He's run off."

"He's what?"

"He's run off. A nurse was taking him for a walk and he stabbed her in the hip and ran away."

Hotch frowned. "How could they let that happen?"

"Well…the nurse said he hadn't been violent till them. Confused, sure. But not violent. And he never tried to run before. They thought it'd be nice to give him some air." The person on the other end sounded very distressed. "Anyways, the nurse is fine, but she said he told her he was going to 'find his brother.' I called your headquarters, and they sent me to you."

Hotch massaged his temple. This was not what they needed right now. "How did he get a knife?"

"It was a scalpel, sir. We're not sure how he got it. Probably took it from one of the nurses' tables when they weren't looking. He was a very low security threat. In fact, we were all kind of fond of him."

Hotch sighed. "How long ago did this happen?" he demanded.

"About an hour ago. We had to get the nurse to the hospital and then track down your number."

Hotch frowned. "We'll find him," he said, "He can't have gone far."

"That's what we figured, sir. He seems like a nice boy. A bit confused about things, but a—"

"Yes, thank you," Hotch said, shutting his phone, not in the mood to converse with the hospital staff for longer than necessary. "Tucker ran away from the psychiatric care unit where he was being held," he explained to Morgan, glancing sideways at Reid.

Morgan rolled his eyes. "Fantastic," he muttered. Reid just stared, his expression terrified.

"Don't worry," Hotch said, "We'll keep him away from you."

"He isn't in danger, is he?" Reid asked hurriedly. Hotch sighed.

"We'll all be safer once we find him," he said, "But as of right now, I doubt he's any real danger." He decided not to mention the nurse until Reid was out of earshot.

"I can help find him," Reid said eagerly, "He probably just went back to our house. I bet—"

"No," Hotch cut in suddenly. "You're staying here, with Morgan."

"But—"

"No complaining. You won't be returning to duty for a very long time, considering you're just getting your memory back."

"But I can help—"

"No," Hotch said, with a tone of finality. He turned towards Morgan. "Stay here with Reid," he said, "I need Garcia to look up as much as possible on Tucker's past so we can find out who he was before he met Buchannan." Morgan nodded. Hotch then put his hand on Morgan's shoulder and led him casually into the other room, out of earshot of Reid and Garcia.

"Something else?" Morgan guessed.

"He stabbed a nurse. And he told her he was going to find Reid." Morgan nodded gravely, as if he had expected as much.

"Stay here. Chances are, Tucker won't be able to find him, but just in case." Hotch made to go and get Garcia so that they could leave; but then he paused.

"What is it?" Morgan asked.

Hotch glanced back to again ensure that Reid wasn't paying attention; he seemed busy eating Garcia's cookies. "Check the house for more drugs," he whispered, "Addicts usually store them in three or four different places. It'd be good to find them before he remembers where he put them." Morgan nodded again, and they both returned to the kitchen.

"So," Morgan said to Reid, once the other two had left and they were seated on the couch, "What do you want to do? Watch Star Trek? It was your favorite."

Reid frowned. "It was?" he asked.

"See, look at all of the good memories that have yet to come," Morgan teased. Reid rolled his eyes.

"So," he said casually, "Are you going to check my house for drugs now, or later?"

Morgan grimaced. "Come on, Reid, we're just looking out for you."

Reid fiddled with the strings on the couch. "I wasn't on it, you know," he said, "I just had them there for safekeeping. I remember now."

Morgan raised his eyebrows. "Right."

Reid narrowed his eyes, offended. "You don't believe me?"

"I do, I do," Morgan said quickly. "Let's not talk about it right now. So, should we start with episode one?"

They spent the next couple of hours watching Star Trek, which Reid seemed to enjoy immensely. Morgan, on the other hand, started to get a headache after about twenty minutes. He left Reid there around nine o'clock, going into the kitchen to get a snack. When he returned, Reid was curled up on the couch, fast asleep.

Morgan smiled, shaking his friend awake. "You'll get a stiff neck sleeping like that," he said.

"Ah, fuck you," Reid muttered. Morgan's mouth fell open; Reid had never used language like that before.

"Wow, touchy," he said.

Reid didn't move, and Morgan was beginning to wonder if he would have to carry Reid to bed. Then he rolled over, stretching out.

"So Tucker stabbed his nurse?"

Morgan rolled his eyes. "So you basically heard the entire conversation."

"I think that it's unfair how Tucker gets to do whatever he wants," Reid said, yawning, "I mean, I wanted to stab my doctor, but I didn't."

Morgan chuckled. "Time for bed, Reid." He helped Reid to his feet and the boy reluctantly made his way into the bedroom. Morgan returned to the couch, immediately changing the channel and shifting into a comfortable position. Just as he was about to doze off, his phone started to buzz.

"What, Hotch?" he muttered.

"He wasn't at Buchannan's house," Hotch said, sounding grave.

"That's weird. Where do you think he's gone?" Morgan yawned, rolling over.

"Well, we don't know. But what we do know is that approximately a half hour ago a teenager was stabbed to death with a medical scalpel two blocks from where you are now."

Morgan moaned, putting his face in his hands. "You've got to be kidding me."

"We have no idea where he is now, so keep a lookout," Hotch hurriedly. Morgan nodded sleepily, forcing himself to sit up. "Oh, and don't tell Reid."

"Of course not," Morgan muttered bitterly, "Goodnight, Hotch." He sighed, then went to the kitchen to make some coffee. It was going to be a long night.

*So now I get to have some more twisted and evil stuff happen, which should be fun. There hasn't been enough in the past couple of chapters. Reviews would be fantastic (of course!) I love to know what people think.*