A/N – This chapter deals with Reid's autistic traits. I know there is a lot of people who don't think he has it and there are also people who do think he has it. I'm one that believes he has it, so if you don't agree with this, I'm sorry, but that's how I'm writing it. No, I'm not clueless about Asperger's or any other form of ASD, I have Asperger's myself. He has a bit of a meltdown in this chapter and this meltdown is based on how mine go sometimes. Again, I'm sorry if you don't agree with this, I go into detail on my Tumblr page explaining why I think Reid has ASD. Just go to Tumblr and type in mrsliebgott, it's not very far back on my page, so it should be easy to find if you want to read up on it. Anyway, hope you enjoy this chapter. Have a good day.

Disclaimer – I don't own Criminal Minds or anything like that…

It was dark. Very dark. He couldn't see anything in front of him. It was also very quiet. So quiet he could hear his own heart beating. He could hear his own breathing. He was slowly walking forward, as if it weren't in his control. He felt something in his hands, something heavy. He felt it for a minute. It was a gun. The gun he always uses when on the field.

Where was he?

He heard a sound.

He gasped and spun around, seeing a hint of light.

"Hello?" His voice was deeper. He was an adult again.

He stepped towards the light, swallowing thickly and nervously. He heard another sound, coming from the source of light.

"FBI, show yourself," He ordered, holding his gun up, just in case.

He finally got to the light and opened the door blocking it, he was suddenly met with a bright room. The sun was pouring in from the open windows. He shielded his eyes from the unwelcoming bright light and took a step forward.

Bad move.

He hit a tripwire of some kind and down he went. He heard some weird noises as he went down, it sounded like a spray bottle, like one you'd use to discipline your cat.

He laid there on the ground, suddenly he felt very heavy, as if something was weighing him down. He opened his eyes, everything a little blurry.

He groaned a little and looked up, hearing footsteps stepping near him. He saw a heavily built man with a scruffy beard and red ball-cap walking in front of him, but not towards him.

"FBI… Stop…" He groaned, his voice sounding funny.

He saw the man's face. Square jaw. Blue eyes. Long nose. Looked kind of like a trucker.

The man. He knew the man.

The man suddenly stopped and turned to look down at the FBI agent, seemingly very interested now.

"It worked," He muttered then laughed like a maniac, "It actually worked!"

"Reid!" He heard another voice call, seemingly worried.

"Over here…" He tried to yell, but it came out more of a raspy whisper.

"Don't worry little fella," The man said, putting his large hand into the boy's hair, "I'll come back for you."

Spencer woke with a gasp, sitting straight up in bed. He breathed in and out quickly and heavily a few times, trying not to get upset. He needed something. Something soft. It usually calmed him down. A blanket or something.

"Spencer?" A familiar voice suddenly spoke. Even though he knew the voice, it still scared him. He cried out in fear, rather loudly and fell back off of the bed.

As soon as he hit the ground, the lamp was on and the person next to him got out of bed and walked around to find Spencer sitting there, rocking back in forth. He had his hand on the soft sheet of the bed next to him, trying to calm himself.

"Spencer?" It was Rossi.

Spencer still didn't open his eyes and was still afraid of the voice. He shook his head and muttered under his breath, things that Rossi couldn't hear. Rossi reached forward and rested a hand on the boy's shoulder, but pulled it back when the child screamed.

"Spencer, calm down," Rossi tried calmly, not sure as what to do.

"Rossi, let me try," Derek Morgan suddenly appeared behind him, along with the rest of the team.

Rossi nodded and moved out of his way. Morgan kneeled down to the panicking boy as the child tapped on the mattress, causing a loud sound.

"Reid… Reid look at me," Morgan tried, not touching the child, afraid he might scream again, "It's me, Morgan, behind me is Rossi. Everybody's here, nobody's gonna get you."

Spencer calmed down a tad, but only a tad.

"I won't let anyone get you. Remember? I promised," Morgan tried.

Spencer was breathing a little more evenly now. Morgan took this opportunity to put a hand on the kid's shoulder. This time Spencer didn't scream, he whimpered a little, but that was all.

"Stop rocking," Morgan said, grabbing the boy's wrist gently, "Stop hitting the bed."

Spencer pulled his arm away from the mattress, only to smack himself in the forehead a few times, as if trying to scare the horrible memory of a dream out of his mind.

Morgan snatched his arm away from his head, not wanting him to hurt himself, "No, don't hit yourself, Reid. Don't."

Spencer put his hands down on the floor, clenching his fingers a little, not sure what to do with his hands now.

"That's it, calm down," Morgan said, his hand still on the boy's shoulder, "It's okay. We're all here to protect you."

Spencer slowly got his breathing back to normal and evened out before opening his eyes and looking up at all his friends. His face suddenly become hot. That was embarrassing. Mixed with embarrassment and the horror of his dream, he started to cry.

He leaped into Morgan's arms and buried his face into his shoulder, letting all the tears out. He sobbed uncontrollably.

Morgan was surprised by the hug, as Reid wasn't normally one to give them out, but he returned it after a moment.

"It's alright, kid. Everything's gonna be okay," Morgan quelled. He just sat there holding the child for a few minutes, letting him cry everything out. This had been rough for him. He couldn't imagine all the emotional stress this all had on him.

After a minute or two, Spencer finally stopped crying and Morgan continued to hold him for a moment, letting him calm down and catch his breath.

After a minute or two, Spencer opened his eyes and pulled away from Morgan, still feeling very embarrassed by everything that just happened. He hadn't had a meltdown like that in ages. He didn't even know what to say to his friends, so luckily one of them spoke first.

"Bad dream?" Morgan asked. Spencer nodded. Morgan sighed and relaxed his shoulders, "Want to talk about it?"

Spencer was silent for a moment, looking up at all his friends, contemplating whether or not he should tell them. He decided he had to.

"I had a dream about when we were in the house. You know, the one that did… This to me," The boy spoke, his voice raspy with all the sobbing.

Morgan nodded for the child to continue.

"The man. I saw him. The unsub… I saw his face," Spencer said, "He said he'd come back for me."

"It was just a dream, kid," Morgan said, not getting what Spencer was trying to say.

"No, you don't understand," Spencer snapped, "He's the guy who tried to snatch me the other day in the bathroom. He's the one that did this to me."

"What? Are you sure?" Morgan asked, not fully buying it.

Spencer nodded, "The dream was as it happened. It was more of a memory. I think the gas that turned me into a child also gave me amnesia, but now I remember what happened…" He looked down at his lap for a moment, feeling the tears welling up again. He looked back up at Morgan, "He said he's coming back for me…"

Morgan put a hand on the boy's shoulder and gave him a stern look, "He's not going to get you, kid. You've got all of us here to protect you. You've got nothing to worry about. Alright?"

Spencer stayed quiet, didn't move a muscle.

"Alright?" Morgan repeated.

Spencer nodded this time, "Alright…" He mumbled quietly, his voice weak.

Morgan nodded, "Alright… Let's get you back to bed. We don't want you grumpy in the morning."

Morgan stood as he lifted the child into his arms. Spencer yawned and laid his head on Morgan's shoulder.

"You wanna go with Rossi for a little while? Maybe you'll feel a little safer in the back room," Morgan suggested.

Spencer nodded, his eyelids already heavy. Morgan nodded and handed the child to Rossi.

"Hey kid," Rossi smiled, letting Spencer rest his head on his shoulder, his little arms wrapped around his neck, "Alright, come on, let's get you back to bed."

Morgan watched as Rossi took Spencer to the other room before he turned and looked at a very concerned looking Hotch and JJ. Morgan motioned for them to go to the door and follow him outside.

As they got outside, Hotch and JJ seemed to crowd Morgan, pushing for answers.

"Was that some kind of panic attack?" JJ asked.

Morgan shrugged, "Sort of…"

"That was unlike any panic attack I've seen before," Hotch said, crossing his arms over his chest, giving Morgan that look he always has.

Morgan sighed and ran a hand across his forehead, "He has these meltdowns sometimes… He doesn't have them as much as he used to, but he still has them every now and then."

"Wait. He's had them before?" JJ asked, crossing her arms as well, a furrow in her brow.

"Yes. When he first joined the team, he had a few, due to all the stress. And then after the Tobias Hankle case, he had more. As time went on, he slowly got better and didn't have them as often, but, when he's stressed every now and then, he has them. Like he did tonight," Morgan explained.

"It sounds like you're describing an autistic meltdown," Hotch said.

"Well, why do you think Pretty Ricky acts the way he does sometimes?" Morgan said.

"Why did I not know about this?" Hotch asked, JJ wondering the same thing.

"He's not officially diagnosed, explaining why it wasn't in his records," Morgan explained, "He doesn't like to talk about it either, I'm the only one that knows, and maybe Garcia's figured it out. He tries to hide it when around you guys."

"Is he embarrassed about it?" JJ asked.

Morgan shrugged, "I just think he doesn't want anybody treating him any differently. And I know you guys wouldn't, but if other people knew, they'd treat him like an idiot."

"Why would they do that?" JJ asked. She was so confused.

"People get the wrong idea about autism, they think people with it don't understand a lot of things. Now, granted, Reid's not the most social person and he's not very good at being social, but he's not completely terrible at it either," Morgan said.

"Well, I guess when I first met him I knew there was something different about him, but I just kind of brushed it off after a while. I narrowed it down to Reid just being Reid," JJ said.

"That's all it is. Reid being Reid," Morgan said, "Don't mention this talk to him. Don't mention anything about this to him. Okay?"

They both nodded.

"Alright," Morgan said, "Now, let's go back inside and get some sleep."

I almost forgot. Thanks Sue1313 for the review and thanks, I am feeling a lot better. I can't wait for the concert. And to Aussiesarah, that's actually a good idea, I'll have to think about that. What would I do without you reviewer's, this story would be boring, that's what would happen. You guys always give me suggestions and they make this story better. Thanks lots. See ye' next time. :)