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Chapter Six:

When Elena announced that the man had discovered his name, Raisa jumped at the opportunity to do some research and find out who he was. Elena led her to a room where they kept a computer with a secure line and logged her on.

What she found stunned her. The only recent article about a "Spencer Reid" was an obituary from four years ago in a newspaper in Bordeaux, France. Elena had installed translation software, so she could read it. She couldn't believe iit until she saw the picture. It looked exactly like him without the bruises. He had died in a tragic car accident on his way home from picking up groceries. Raisa discovered he was a teacher at the nearby university. He was survived by a daughter, Lisa, and his wife Julia. There was a private memorial at a church and his ashes would be scattered at an undisclosed location. She was shaking at the end.

…

Sokolov was reading a book when his wife appeared, looking distraught.

"What is it?" he asked.

"Spencer Reid is dead," she said shakily.

"What? Now?" he asked.

"No, according to a newspaper in France. He died four years ago in a car accident."

"Are you sure it is him?"

"There was a picture with the article. It's him, Andrei."

"I can't believe it," he said.

"There's more," she said. "He has a wife and daughter."

"That poor man. This will ruin him."

"What are we going to do?" she asked. "How do we reunite him with a family that thinks he is dead?"

"There are just still so many questions," he said. "Like, what was he doing during the two years after the car accident before his captivity?"

"I don't know," she said. "Something about all this smells rotten."

"I know," he said. "Did you discover anything else about the man before he came to France?"

She shook her head. "It is as though his name was wiped from the web. I need to dig deeper."

Sokolov got up and put his hands on his wife's shoulders.

"You will dig deeper, but not today," he said. "We have to trust that Spencer's head holds all the answers."

"I need to contact my sister," she said. "And give her an update."

"Then do that, we'll worry about the rest later."

Raisa hugged him.

"I am scared, Andrei."

"Me too," he whispered into her ear and held on to her.

…

Elena decided that Spencer was up for a small bland, meal. Once he sat down he looked straight at Raisa.

"What did you find out about me?" he asked.

"Eat first, we'll discuss it later," she said looking at her plate.

He leaned forward and forced her to look him in the eye.

"Tell me now," he said with a harsh edge to his voice.

"Spencer," Sokolov said. "Can't you wait until later?"

"I'm sick of it," he said angrily. "Every one of you is looking at me with more pity your eyes. You know something bad about me."

"Spencer," Marat said. "You need to focus on healing your body."

"How can I heal, when the people I'm surrounded by know more about me than I do?"

"Just be patient," Elena said.

"I have been!" he shouted. "Now tell me what you know!"

"You died in a car accident in France," Raisa said softly.

"What!?"

"Raisa," Sokolov started to say.

"No, he's entitled to know," he said. "It happened four years ago."

"What else?" he asked.

Tears leaked down her face. "You also have a wife and daughter."

Spencer sat there in silence for a moment. Then he rushed out of the room.

Sokolov got up to follow him.

"Is that wise, Andrei?" Raisa said.

"He shouldn't be alone," he said and sprinted after the footsteps.

Sokolov found him in bathroom violently throwing up into a toilet. His whole body was shaking. When he finished, he looked up at Sokolov with tears in his eyes.

"How could forget them?" he cried. "How could I forget my whole family?"

"I don't know," he said softly as he approached him. "But we'll help you remember them."

"I'm so scared," he said. "I don't know what I forgot. I feel as though I am losing my mind."

"We'll help you," Sokolov said as he knelt down beside him. "I promise."

Spencer suddenly grabbed onto him and sobbed into his shoulders. Sokolov held on to him tightly as the man let out all the sorrows in his heart. He eventually fell asleep but continued to whimper. Sokolov continued to hold as he felt tears pouring down from his own eyes. Spencer was beginning mean to more to him that he ever could have imagined.

…

Penelope Garcia stretched her arms out. It was going to be another late night at the NSA. Occupational hazard when it came to work with analysts across several different time zones. She decided to call up one of her Russian contacts.

"Hello," a woman she only knew as Arnica said.

"Hello," Garcia said. "I just wanted to thank you for the data on the terror cell in Southern California."

"Sure," she said.

"What is bothering you Arnica?" Garcia asked.

"It is nothing to concern you with."

"But I do care," she said. "We've been working together for five years. Tell me everything you can."

She sighed. "I'm worried about my sister. I think she's been mixed up in something bad."

"I'm sorry to hear that," she said.

"My straight-laced sister, I never imagined she'd end up on the run."

Garcia didn't know what to say.

"Oh, what the heck," Arnica said. "I know it's a myth that all you Americans know each other. But I'll ask anyway."

"Ask away," Garcia said. "Maybe I can look the person up."

"See what you can find out about a Spencer Reid. He supposedly died in France four years ago but was just rescued by my sister and her husband, making them among the most wanted criminals in Russia."

The information sent Garcia reeling. Her world began to spin.

"Friend?"