Hotch, Rossi, and J.J. ran toward the overturned and crushed SUV. Steam was pouring out of both the SUV's engine and the pickup truck that smashed into it. They pushed their way through a crowd of onlookers, each running for a different person in the car.

"Morgan, can you hear me?" Hotch asked as he leaned down to look into the driver's side window that was smashed.

"Emily, stay still," Rossi said to a stunned Emily, who was working to unbuckle her seatbelt.

The sound of her hitting the roof told Hotch she was successful. Rossi helped ease her out of the car window. Her forehead had a large gash, while the rest of her face seemed to suffer minor cuts. Her right hand was bleeding and her arm seemed to be bruising.

J.J. knelt down near the broken glass to check on Spencer. His eyes were still closed, but he was clearly breathing.

"Spence?" she said gently touching his shoulder.

Spencer's eyes fluttered open and he looked around in a daze. His eyes caught J.J.'s and he furrowed his brow. He started fumbling to get out of his seat. Despite the protests of J.J, he undid his seatbelt and fell to the ground. He crawled out the window and got to his feet, his hands going straight to his ears.

He could see J.J. talking to him, but his ears were ringing, so he couldn't understand what she was saying. She gently took his arm and guided him to a curb nearby, where she had him sit down. The moment he sat down he immediately began to throw up. When he finished, he fell backwards into the grass and closed his eyes.

The hot summer sun should have been causing him to sweat, but he shivered instead. He felt the ground moving beneath him as he tried to get his brain to focus on what was going on. He heard someone speaking to him as the ringing in his ears subsided. He wanted to open his eyes, but the dizziness was too overwhelming. All he could do was lie in the grass and try to focus on his breathing. It wasn't long before he lost consciousness again.

"Spence! Spencer! Look at me," J.J. said as she patted his cheeks gently.

The sound of ambulances approaching could be heard. J.J. looked over to see Emily sitting on the ground with Rossi's jacket wrapped around her. She was staring straight ahead with a blank expression. Even from this distance, J.J. could tell that she was in shock. There was no sign of Derek or Hotch at this angle, but since the driver's side of the car was the one hit she feared the worst for him and Spencer.

(xxxxx)

Molly hurried into the emergency room, followed closely by Penelope, déjà vu hitting her as they ran towards the elevator. Inside they pressed button 8 and waited, as patiently as possible, for their floor. When the doors opened, they both charged out and ran straight to the nurse's station. Before they could say anything, Penelope spotted Hotch near the end of the hallway. She grabbed Molly's arm and pulled her in the direction of the supervisor.

"How are they?" Penelope asked when they were close enough for him to answer.

"They are all ok. Emily suffered a concussion, a broken wrist, and shock, but she's sleeping comfortably right now. Morgan just got out of surgery about an hour ago. He suffered a concussion, three broken ribs, a broken nose, and fractured his ankle. Reid has been out of surgery for about two hours, he has a concussion, a broken hand, and dislocated his knee, his bad knee," Hotch told them.

"Oh thank God, they are going to be ok," Penelope said as a tear slid down her cheek.

"Yes, they are all healing nicely. I was on my way to check on Emily if you'd care to come with me," Hotch said pointing to her room.

"I'll be there in a bit," Molly said.

Penelope nodded as she walked off. Hotch pointed to Spencer's room, knowing that's where Molly wanted to be. She walked over to the door and pushed it open. She walked into the room to see J.J. sitting next to Spencer's bed holding his hand.

His head and hand were bandaged. His face and arms had cuts and bruises. Yet he looked like he was just taking a nap. J.J. heard Molly shuffling into the room, so she got up and walked over to embrace her.

"How is he?" Molly said barely above a whisper.

"He's been sleeping, but the numbers on the monitor seem fine," J.J. told her.

Molly nodded and walked over to the bed. She leaned over and gave his cheek a gentle kiss. He didn't move an inch. She sat down on the chair and grabbed his hand before bursting into tears.

"Damn it, Spencer. You need to stop doing this to me," she said laughing as she cried. "I'm really sick of visiting you in the hospital."

She felt J.J.'s hands on her shoulders. She looked up and gave her a small smile as she wiped at her face.

(xxxxx)

Molly was sleeping soundly on the pullout bed, when Emily walked into the room. She had been released and wanted to check on Derek and Spencer. She walked quietly towards Spencer, hoping not to wake either of them. She placed her hand on Spencer's un-bandaged hand and rubbed it gently. She was surprised when his hand moved.

She pulled her hand back and looked at his face. His head moved slowly and she saw his eyes twitching.

"Spencer? Can you hear me?" she said softly.

Spencer's eyes fluttered open and he looked around the room, trying to take in his surroundings. Finally, his eyes fell on Emily who was smiling at him.

"Hey you," she said. "How are you feeling?"

"Sore," he replied in a gruff voice.

"Me too," she said. "Molly will be glad you're awake. I heard she got here last night and hasn't left your side since."

Spencer looked over to the sleeping woman on the bed and looked back at Emily.

"Morgan is still sleeping. He got the worst of it, but they said he'll make a full recovery," Emily said. "Hotch is going to have quite a time with the three of us on medical leave."

Emily heard movement behind her and turned to see Molly waking up. Her eyes caught Emily's and then settled on Spencer. She quickly climbed out of bed and rushed over to him.

"Hi! How are you feeling?" she asked running her hand across his bruised cheek.

"Sore," he said exactly as he had to Emily.

"I was just updating him on everyone's condition. I'll give you guys some time alone, but it won't be long. You know Garcia is going to be in here the second she hears you're awake," Emily said laughing.

Spencer was staring at her with furrowed brows. Something seemed off in his stare. He looked from Molly to Emily.

"You ok? You need something," Emily asked a bit concerned.

"Who is Garcia? Is she a doctor?" Spencer asked looking at Emily.

Emily felt her heart skip a beat. She looked at a stunned Molly who was staring at him with worried eyes.

"Spencer, look at me," Molly said.

Spencer obeyed and turned his attention to her.

"Do you know who I am?" she asked.

Spencer looked into her eyes and slowly shook his head. Molly had to fight the emotions running through her. Molly looked to Emily who had her hand covering her mouth.

"Who is that?" she asked pointing to Emily.

He stared at Emily before looking back to Molly with embarrassed confusion in his eyes.

"Do you remember anything?" Molly said trying to keep herself under control.

Spencer shook his head no again. Emily said she was going to find the doctor, but Molly suspected she needed a moment to process as much as Molly did.

(xxxxx)

"Sometimes head trauma can result in amnesia. We can't be sure how long it will last. The best thing you can do for him now is keep things as normal as possible. Talk to him as you normally would, show him pictures, tell him stories about his past, watch his favorite shows, read his favorite books. Anything that could possibly help jog his memory," the doctor explained to everyone.

"Thank you," Hotch said as the doctor nodded and walked off.

"I'm going to the store to purchase some of his favorite things," Penelope said. "J.J. you are coming with me."

J.J. nodded as the two girls walked off together. Molly was biting her cheeks furiously as she rubbed her belly. Rossi placed a gentle hand on her shoulder and gave her a sympathetic smile.

"He'll bounce back. He always does," Rossi said before following Hotch into the room.

Spencer was sitting in a reclined position flipping through the TV channels.

"Would you like me to find something you usually like to watch?" Molly offered.

Spencer looked at her with a blank expression. He eventually shook his head no and continued to flip through the channels. He finally stopped on a channel where a young blonde-haired woman was delicately icing a cake. He put the remote down and watched the TV.

"Hey kid, you'll be happy to know Morgan is awake," Rossi stated.

Spencer looked at him. "Who is she?"

The room was palpable with awkwardness. Their genius who remembered everything didn't even remember his best friend was a boy.

"Uh, he. Derek Morgan, he's your co-worker and best friend. He was in the car accident with you. He woke up early this morning and is doing really well," Molly explained.

"Oh, well I'm glad to hear he's alright," Spencer acknowledged before turning back to the TV.

"Garcia and J.J. went to get you some things from the store," Emily tried.

"I don't need anything," Spencer said not looking away from the TV.

"Well, they thought you might want some books to read," Emily said. "You love reading."

"Ok," Spencer replied. "But this is fine." He pointed to the TV.

Molly stepped away from the group and went to sit on the edge of Spencer's bed. He looked at her with confusion.

"Before your accident I called you," Molly said choking up. He watched her with curious eyes. "I had some exciting news to share with you." She said as tears slipped from her eyes.

"Why are you crying?" Spencer asked. He watched her with child-like wonderment.

"May I?" she asked pointing to his hand. He lifted it up and she took it. She angled herself better in the bed and placed his hand on her belly. "I was sitting in the parking lot waiting for my doctor's appointment. Trying to decide whether to find out the sex without you. We had such a bad fight about it before you left for the case.

I couldn't decide what to do and that's when I felt the baby kick for the first time. It was such a beautiful feeling and all I wanted to do was share that moment with you," she said as the tears streamed silently down her face.

Spencer still looked at her quizzically, his eyes shifting from hers to her belly. She felt his fingers moving slightly against her raised stomach.

"There's a baby in there?" he asked. Molly nodded. "And it's my baby?" He confirmed.

"Yes, it's your baby. You're going to be a daddy," she said letting go of his hand to wipe her cheeks.

Spencer kept his hand on her stomach. He seemed to be thinking.

"How come I don't feel anything?" he asked. "Is the baby asleep?"

"You usually don't feel that until a few weeks after the mom does," Hotch answered for Molly. "When my wife, Hailey, was pregnant with Jack, she felt him kicking nearly a month before I could feel him."

"You have a son?" Spencer said looking at Hotch.

"Yes, he's 8," Hotch said.

"Is he here or with his mom?" Spencer said as Emily sucked in a deep breath.

"No, he's home with his aunt. His mother passed away a few years ago," Hotch said matter-of-factly, although, the profilers could see the pain that crossed his eyes briefly.

"Oh, I'm sorry, what happened?" Spencer asked.

He was a lot like a child, at the moment. He didn't seem to have any filter to his thoughts. He was just full of curiosity. Emily looked to Hotch, as if to tell him not to explain.

"She was murdered by one of the unsubs we were tracking. We tried to put her in protective custody, but he found her and he killed her," Hotch said.

"Oh. What's an unsub?" Spencer said, glossing over the murder part.

"Unknown subject. They are the people suspected of committing crimes," Rossi said trying to give Hotch a break to digest reliving his past.

"So, I chased criminals?" Spencer said furrowing his brows again.

"Yes. You work for the FBI in the Behavioral Analysis Unit," Molly said. "You are a brilliant profiler."

"Yea, you have an eidetic memory, an IQ of 186, and you can read 20,000 words per minute," Emily said smiling at him.

"That's kind of ironic at the moment, isn't it?" Spencer said as he surveyed his body. "So, if I work for the FBI how come I'm so skinny?"

The group started laughing even though he looked confused by this.

"You are the brains behind the operation. We let Morgan be the brawn," Rossi said grinning at the thought.

Spencer looked around the room at each person standing before him. He seemed to be considering something.

"So, I work with all of you?" he asked.

"Except for me. I'm your fiancée. We're supposed to be getting married in December," Molly said sadly.

Spencer frowned and seemed to be getting uncomfortable.

"Why don't we let you get some rest? This is a lot to take in. We'll come back and visit later tonight," Hotch said as the others nodded.

Spencer seemed relieved by this thought. They gave him a small wave before leaving the room. Molly stood up and pulled his blanket higher up his body.

"Get some rest, love. I'll be over here if you need anything," she said trying to hold back her tears.

She felt his hand grab hers and she turned to look at his brown eyes that were studying her intently. She gave him a forced smile and squeezed his hand lovingly.

"I'm sorry I'm making you sad. I'm trying to remember," he said.

Molly leaned down and kissed his cheek.

"You don't have to be sorry. You will remember. I know you will. Now get some rest," Molly said.

Spencer obeyed and closed his eyes. As soon as they shut, Molly turned her back on him and began to sob quietly, her heart breaking at the loss of her love. She climbed into the little bed and prayed until she fell asleep from exhaustion.