I went back to the room and took and nap. I didn't want to think about my father anymore, I was tired of it and wanted to go home, but I knew I couldn't go back to Quantico after telling Spencer that we would get through this ordeal together. When I woke up there was a text on my phone from Derek to tell me that Rossi had taken Spencer to a hypnotherapist.

A few hours later Spencer came back to the hotel. "How'd it go with the shrink?" I asked him.

Spencer didn't look up at me, just rushed around the room picking up files, "I remembered something, I saw Dad burning bloody clothes," he answered quickly.

I sat up and looked at him in surprise, "Bloody clothes?" I asked, wondering if I'd heard him correctly. He didn't answer, just kept stuffing folders into his messenger bag.

"Come on," he ordered, looking at me expectantly. I rolled off the bed and followed him out of the room, combing my hair with my fingers. Spencer rushed into the elevator and out of the hotel to the SUV.

When I was in the passenger seat I asked, "Where are we going?"

"To see my mom," he stated, as if it were obvious.

We drove back to the Bennington Sanitarium and were shown to Diana's private room. Her clothes were disheveled and her hair was uncombed today, Spencer left me in the hall. Today must not have been a 'good day.'

"Try to remember, Mom," Spencer told Diana.

"I can't," she kept touching her face, her hands were shaking.

"You were there, you watched Dad burn the bloody clothes," he stressed.

"You had a dream."

"Mom this was not a dream, this was a memory, and I saw you," he tried to convince her.

"Your mind, oh, such a treasure," Diana fawned, taking Spencer's face in her hands. "Even as a baby you knew about things you're not supposed to know."

"This is not about me, this is about Riley Jenkins."

Diana shook her head, "It was always about you."

"Please, Mom, please," Spencer whispered, sitting down with her at the edge of the bed, "Just try to remember."

Diana was holding her head in her hands, "Riley… Riley was real. Oh, poor Riley," she said sadly, suddenly remembering.

"Yes Mom, Riley, poor Riley. Did Dad do something to him?" Spencer demanded. I listened at the door anxiously, straining to catch every word.

"Dad? No!" Diana said.

"Think, think, think," Spencer repeated.

"No, no now you're confusing me Spencer, no, no," she said nervously, pulling at her hair.

"Mom, you knew about Dad and you didn't tell anyone," Spencer suggested, sounding sure that he was close to a breakthrough.

"No, no, you don't know, you don't know!" Diana yelled, tearing at her hair again.

"Mom," Spencer said worriedly.

Diana sprang up from the bed and started hitting herself in the head, screeching, "No! No!" Two nurses pushed past me into the room and moved Spencer out of the way. I rushed in after them and grabbed my brother by the arm. One nurse grabbed Diana, trying to restrain the frantic woman while the other injected her with a sedative. Spencer watched nervously, biting his lip, panic written all over his face. I held tightly to his arm, unsure of what to do.

Diana quieted and sat on the bed, clutching at her sweater and Spencer covered his face with his hands for a moment. "It could have been you," Diana murmured, the sedation evident in her voice.

Spencer pulled out of my grip and sat next to his mother again, "Mom, what did you say?"

"It could have been you," she repeated.

Spencer drove me to the hotel to meet Rossi. He said nothing on the drive, but tension and stress was radiating from him. Rossi drove us to the police department while Morgan and Spencer went to get Dad for questioning.

I stared at my father through the two-way mirror with Morgan, Spencer and Rossi. "You still think he did it, don't you?" Morgan asked Spencer.

"Why shouldn't I?"

"Well for one thing, Gary Michaels fits the profile, for another, he fled town after Riley's murder. He's a better suspect than your Dad, Reid," Morgan tried to convince him again.

"He's a convenient one," Spencer said determinedly, still staring at our father through the glass.

"Someone slipped the file under my door Morgan, what am I supposed to think?"

"Maybe they're trying to help," Rossi suggested.

"Maybe they're trying to protect him," Spencer retorted.

"You're talking about someone trying to cover up the murder of a child, who would do that?" Rossi asked, standing next to Spencer now.

"Do you remember how resistant Detective Hyde was when I asked to bring in my father?" Spencer asked, I watched Dad stand up and take his jacket off.

"It was a very old police file, anyone could have gotten it," Morgan tried.

"He told me to go back to the Fountain-View, have a drink by the pool and think about things," Spencer said.

"You can't possibly still be mad about that."

"I'm not mad, I'm confused. I never told him we were staying at the Fountain-View," Spencer told him, and headed into interrogation room.

Spencer immediately started drilling Dad with acquisitions about Riley Jenkins. He deflected each question, "I'm proud of you, Spencer," he told him.

"I'm not stupid either."

Dad leaned forward, glancing between Spencer and the table, "You've done a lot of good, I mean, other people with your talents, they might have sought different opportunities, the private sector. You could have made a fortune, but you chose to help people," Dad raved, he sounded completely sincere.

"I chose to study murderers, why do you think that is?" Spencer asked, not won over by the flattery.

"I didn't do this, Spencer. Why can't you believe me?" Dad asked, leaning back in his chair.

"Like you said, I do have special talents. And one of them is being able to tell when someone's hiding something."

"You're angry that I left. And you have every right to be," Dad said, his mouth turned in a frown.

"You want to make it up to me, tell me the truth."

Dad stared down at the table, "I didn't kill that boy. But I know who did."

"Gary Michaels," Spencer answered.

Dad looked surprised, "How did you know that?" he asked.

"That was the whole idea wasn't it?" Spencer asked, confusion creeping into his voice. "So where is Gary Michaels now Dad?" he demanded.

"Spencer please, forget it," Dad demanded. "You don't want to go down this road."

Spencer stood up to leave and turned towards the door, but stopped and turned back to Dad, "And you know what else I'm pretty good at, Dad?" he asked, glaring at our father. Dad looked up at him expectantly. "Taking care of your daughter." Dad went wide-eyed and stood up from his chair. I got closer to the glass, watching my father's reaction intensely.

"You know about Sara?" he asked quietly.

"I'm Sara's guardian," Spencer told him harshly, "She's here right now."

Dad gasped, and looked right at the glass. It was unnerving to have him staring right at me, realizing who I was, and still not seeing me. "Can I see her?" he asked suddenly, looking back at Spencer.

He shrugged, "That's her choice," he told him, and walked out, sealing the door behind him.