When the team was back, Natalie and J.J. walked into Rossi's office.

"How was he?" Natalie asked, hopeful.

Rossi shook his head, "Not great, kid."

Natalie frowned, so did J.J.

"Well, we're planning on going to see him in the morning. Will will be working and I'm supposed to be home with the boys but I told Nat I'd go with her." J.J. told him.

"So you want the BAU to watch the boys?" Rossi asked, expectantly.

J.J. gave a crooked smile, "I was kinda hoping…"

Garcia ran in, "Of course we will!"

Morgan was behind her, "Sorry guys. We'll let you get back to it."

The three chuckled at the antics of the two.

Rossi then frowned, "The prison's on lockdown right now. No idea how long that will last."

Natalie dramatically moved her arms to her sides, her mouth fell open as her eyes swelled, "I need to see him."

Rossi stared at her, empathetic to her, "I'm sorry."

Alvez walked in later clearly just getting back into the U.S. considering his clothing.

He was breathing heavily with a photo in his hand.

Prentiss saw it first, "Scratch?!" Her voice echoing through the bullpen.

That got the attention of the entire BAU.

"You found him?" Rossi asked.

Alvez shook his head, "Not me. One of my army buddies saw him in the D.R. a few days ago."

"This is great! It puts Scratch in Latin America." J.J. said, excitedly.

Alvez nodded, still trying to catch his breath. He had ran here from the coffee shop a few blocks away. He then realized that meant he would have to walk back. He sighed.

"That would prove he's been border crossing," Morgan added.

"Right. But this doesn't prove he was in the motel room with Spence and it doesn't prove Scratch is behind this. Natalie countered.

"No. But if Reid can put Peter Lewis in the motel room with him, then that may be enough to put him on the international terrorist list." Hotch informed them.

Natalie sighed.

"We don't have evidence aside from a man who happens to work at both prisons to support this isn't Scratch," Rossi replied to Natalie's sigh.

"And we couldn't find a connection between Wilkins and Scratch. And until we find another suspect, we have to work the case as we know it." J.J. added.

Natalie took a deep breath, she turned to Morgan, she didn't know why.

"They are right, Adams. Until Reid puts someone in that room, we got nothing." Morgan said.

"He'll needs another cognitive interview," Prentiss stated.

"How will we do that? The prison's on lockdown." Natalie asked.

"I believe I can pull some strings with Phoebe to get one of us in there. Prentiss since you conducted it before, we'll have you continue." Hotch told the team. "I'll make some calls."

Phoebe, Prentiss, and Reid were in the interview room.

"Oh, Emily. You shouldn't be here. No one needs to see me like this." Reid said as he began to exit the room.

"Spencer," Prentiss said, firmly. "Just try, okay?"

Reid nodded, he reluctantly complied.

After a few minutes of the interview,

"Who has the knife?" Prentiss asked.

"I do… I'm stabbing her…" Reid opened his eyes. He swallowed.

"Let's take a break," Prentiss nodded to Phoebe as they walked out of the interview room for a moment.

"He didn't…" Prentiss told her, matter of factly.

"His memory says otherwise," Phoebe told her.

"No, his mind…that's not the truth. His brain is playing tricks on him. He didn't kill that woman. I just know he didn't." Prentiss said.

"You know or you want to believe he didn't?" Phoebe asked.

"I know." Prentiss shot back.

She looked at Reid who was shaking his head, running his fingers through his hair, "I just hope he can remember the truth."

Prentiss and Phoebe entered the interview room once more. Prentiss sat across with Phoebe next to her.

"Why do we need to keep going, Emily?" Reid asked, somewhat coldly.

Prentiss frowned. "Because your brain is playing tricks on you and-"

"Why? Because it's not what you want to hear?" Reid asked after interrupting her.

"No. Because you are not capable of murdering a woman in cold blood." Prentiss snapped back.

Reid's demeanor didn't change, "You have no idea what I'm capable of."

Prentiss sat back, she raised an eyebrow at him, what had happened that would make him like this. This wasn't Reid at all.

Prentiss composed herself, "Prison's a terrible place. It's hard to function in here. You probably had to do things you would never think of doing outside these walls. You probably feel guilty and ashamed. Your brain is placing that guilt where it doesn't belong."

Reid sat back, he rested his shoulders, his stiff composure softened at his friend's words.

"Alright. But I saw the knife in my hand."

"That's Scratch's M.O. you know that. He uses drugs to manipulate people into thinking something that didn't happen." Prentiss reminded him.

"What do we do?" Reid asked, now skeptical of this even being Peter Lewis.

"You already know, Spencer," Prentiss replied.

Reid closed his eyes.

"What's in your right hand?" Prentiss asked.

"Nothing," Reid replied.

"Where's the knife?"

"I moved it so I could get to her (Nadia) and that's probably how I cut my hand," Reid answered.

"What happens next?"

"I hear a noise like a spraying sound and I feel a mist over my shoulder so I turn," Reid said.

"Do you recognize who it is?" Prentiss asked, feeling cautiously optimistic.

"No," Reid replied.

"Concentrate, Spence," Prentiss told him.

He did as he did, Scratch's face appeared, Reid started to recount that it was scratch in the room. He said he was drugging him.

"Does he say anything?" Prentiss asked.

Reid nodded with his eyes still shut, "Time to go." He opened his eyes, "Then she just walked out of there. Like she didn't have a care in the world."

"Spence." Prentiss tried to get his attention but he kept going.

"Like she wanted me to chase her." Reid kept going, his hands now moving with his words.

"Reid, stop. You keep saying her." Prentiss told him.

Reid looked immediately right in the eyes, "Because it wasn't Scratch who framed me. It was a woman."

"Natalie's right?!" Prentiss reacted.

Reid was in disbelief, "But what woman? Who could have been in that room?"

"I don't know," Prentiss answered, honestly.

Prentiss told the BAU late that night about what came of Reid's latest cognitive interview. They were all standing in the bullpen next to his desk.

"This was a good interview. His brain has played tricks on him but this wasn't a trick. It was real, accurate information. He said it was a woman in the room, he doesn't recall Scratch being the room at all." Prentiss told them.

"The spray is consistent with Scratch's M.O." Rossi reminded the team.

"Why would Scratch risk a partner?" Morgan asked.

"He wouldn't," Hotch told them.

"So maybe he's manipulating another person with D.I.D.?" J.J. suggested.

"Not only would we not take on a partner, what would woman would willingly associate herself with Scratch?" Garcia chimed in.

"Garcia, we'll need a list of all the women from the list of D.I.D. patients we compiled." Hotch directed.

"But I think we still need to explore that this isn't Scratch at all. Cat would take on a partner, not Scratch and she has the motive to frame Reid. She thinks Spence put her in prison, Scratch wouldn't want Reid in prison. He'd want him out hurting people. Yes, he's messed with all of us but this just doesn't sound like Scratch despite the M.O. It sounds like my sister."

J.J. put her arm on Natalie but before she could speak,

Hotch interrupted, "Garcia when you're compiling that list. We want a list of all known associates for Cat Adams and let's get a history of her time in prison."

Natalie gave a grateful smile to the unit chief.

"We can't ignore anything," Hotch told the team.

"I'm on it, sir," Garcia said as she began to run off to the batcave. She stopped in her tracks as she did, "Emily?"

"Yeah, Garcia?" Prentiss asked.

Garcia turned to the rest of the team, "how was he?"

"He was trying but he's struggling," Prentiss answered, honestly.

"We have to get him out of there," Garcia responded.

"We will. We're no good on no sleep. Go home. Get some rest. We'll start fresh in the morning." Hotch told them.

A guard came into Reid's cell,

"Your writing materials are contraband." The guard said as he tried to jerk the journal and pen out of Reid's hands.

"The counselor wants me to keep a journal." Reid protested.

"Contraband is contraband. Doesn't matter what your touchy-feely counselor has to say about it." The guard mocked, "Get on your feet. You got a visitor."

Reid listened. The guard took his arm and began walking him down the hallway leading to the interview room.

"You know that lady lawyer you got?" The guard asked as they walked.

"Phoebe?" Reid asked.

"Yeah. She's the one who set this up with the warden. She's got him all worried about a civil suit after the beat down you got. You should thank her for this." The guard said.

"I don't want any visitors right now," Reid told him as the guard shoved him in.

He saw a woman resembling his mother with blond hair, tall like him, he didn't believe it was her until,

"Spencer." She said, softly. She covered her hands with her mouth.

"Mom." He managed to let out.

They sat down a table.

"What is this place?" Diana asked.

"it's okay, mom. You're just here to visit me. Cassie told you." Reid told her.

"Cassie? I sent that girl packing. Rotten little thief. She was stealing from me." Diana replied.

"Mom, Cassie's not a thief. She takes really good care of you."

"She stole my underwear and good china. I will not tolerate that behavior." Diana said, putting her fist underneath her chin, shaking her head.

"Well then, mom. How did you get here?" Reid asked, thinking she would tell him, Cassie.

"The new girl. What's her name? Oh, she's a real sweetheart. We gotta get out of here." Diana told him.

Reid eyed his mom, Have Natalie and J.J. been by? Did they know about Cassie leaving? When did she leave?

Reids's thoughts were interrupted by his mom standing up, "I saw a back staircase down the hall."

"Mom. No." Reid stood up to walk behind her as she went for the door.

When Diana couldn't open the door, she became riddled with panic. Reid grabbed her arms.

"Spencer. We're locked in. I can't be locked in."

Reid gently had a hold of his mom, "You're not locked in. I am."

Diana looked so shocked, so upset. "You? No. No. Not you."

"It's a misunderstanding and it's going to be okay," Reid told her, he wished he believed those words.

Diana looked around, her voice exasperated, "What is this place?"

"We're in the Milburn federal correctional facility," Reid informed her.

"A prison?" Diana put it together.

Reid nodded, he let out a shaky breath, "It's where I'm incarcerated, pending my murder trial."

Diana then started to piece other things together, her voice starting to break, "Because of Mexico?"

"Yeah, because of Mexico," Reid answered.

Diana started to breathe slow deep, loud breaths. She began to shake her head, "This is all my fault."

Reid motioned for his mom to sit down.

She sighed, "The Alzheimer's? I was starting to make peace with that. But this…how can I leave you here?"

Reid spoke softly, calmly, "You are not losing me and you are not leaving me here. Because I'm gonna get out. The BAU will clear my name." His voice broke at the last part.

"There isn't time," Diana replied, just as animated as her son normally was. "Pretty soon, I won't even remember you're my son anymore."

Reid looked down, knowingly. Diana's eyes started to fill with tears. "I won't remember loving you."

Reid's voice started to crack but he couldn't let it completely break, "Love isn't a memory. It's so much more than that. Remember when I was little and you first started having your schizophrenic episodes?"

Diana sighed, "oh, I used to scare you."

Reid continued, "And you used to tell me that sometimes you got confused but you never stopped loving me." He sniffled as he spoke, "because that type of love is bigger than a disease of the brain. You used to say love is a world of its own that lives in the heart, not the head."

Diana smiled at her son, "I remember. You were so little, I didn't think you would."

"Even if you forget, I never will," Reid told her.

Diana shook her head, she then pushed her chair out, "I'm so sorry. For everything." She stood up to exit the room.

The guard entered, "Time's up and no physical contact."

"I just want to hug my son." Diana protested.

"I said, step back ma'am. The nurse is on her way down." The guard insisted.

"Natalie and J.J. and the boys will all come to visit you, okay? Or they'll keep coming to visit you, okay?" Reid told her. He had no idea J.J. and Natalie were told they couldn't come by Cassie that Diana was having terrible episodes lately. J.J.'s sweet boys wrote letters and Natalie and J.J. were planning a visit soon but it seemed like they couldn't get there and she couldn't have a good day for them to visit.

"I know," Diana replied, her memory failing her at the moment.

"Ready, Diana? It's time." The new nurse replied, Reid's back was turned but he recognized the voice.

"Don't rush me," Diana told her.

"It's time to go." The words began to echo in Reid's mind, they were the words he heard in Mexico with the same inflection, same tone, same everything. He turned around to see someone who looked familiar but he didn't know why.

"Have we met?" He asked.

The girl smiled. "No, I'm sorry. I should have introduced myself. Carol Atkinson." She reached a hand out to shake Reid's.

"No physical contact." The guard told her.

Reid shook his head, mouth open, placing her to a really old case, "I know you. You're Lindsey Vaughn."

"Um, no. Carol. Carol Atkinson. It's nice to meet you. Your mother's an angel. So glad you had this time together." Lindsey replied.

She walked towards his mom, "Let's go, Diana."

Reid then realized Lindsey was the one who sprayed the mist in Mexico…that's who he could place at the scene. They were gone. He began to yell, panicked for his mom but it was of no use. He would have to wait for the guard to come back but he was sure that wouldn't do anything. He hoped the BAU could figure it out soon. He then deduced that Lindsey must have worked up some kind of scheme for however long she'd been with Diana so that J.J. and Natalie wouldn't see her…but Natalie wouldn't recognize her. J.J. might.

He shook his head, he walked back to his cell, his thoughts spinning, so worried about his mom but trapped wasn't a strong enough word as he laid his down in the cell.

A/N: This storyline, you all! It's so fun to write but I feel a little limited so I may do a couple of one-shots of the team visiting Reid in prison - what do you think? I nodded to Reid being in prison on thanksgiving - I write the story in order as I go so it was really hard to add it into this story. I hope you like my changes! Leave some reviews.