--Here's chapter 2!--

2

"Hotch!" Morgan yelled, not taking his eyes off of Reid, who was giving him a petrified look. "Hotch man get up here we gotta big problem!" Reid stood up slowly up the wood based wall, his breath heavy, eyes shifting around him as more people came into view. J.J. came around the corner with Gideon, lowering her gun and replacing it in its holster. Reid ran his hand through his hair and some of the dust from the plaster fell to the floor. He looked up at the ragged, gaping hole in the ceiling in wonder and shock. J.J. looked down at the debris, her expression changing from curious to worried.

"Reid did that hit you?" She asked. Hotch appeared from the basement with Emily.

"Morgan what's wrong? Did you see which way he went?" Hotch asked. Morgan shook his head.

"No he got away but we've got a bigger problem," Morgan said, his gaze on Spencer, who had still remained silent as he looked from person to person. Gideon's arms were folded across his chest, his brows formed in a line. J.J. was looking from Morgan to Hotch, waiting for them to begin talking. Emily was watching Morgan, as if she would see the answer on his face.

"What's wrong?" Hotch asked.

"This stuff hit Reid and now, he has no idea who he is,"

"Very funny Morgan," Emily said. "Hilarious,"

"He isn't joking," Gideon said. All eyes turned to Spencer, whose wide eyes grew even more.

"W-who are you people?" He asked shakily. "Wh-where am I?"

"You seriously have no idea who we are?" J.J. asked. Spencer shook his head rapidly.

"No I don't. I don't even know who I am…Do you?" He asked hopefully.

"Your name is Dr. Spencer Reid," Gideon said. "You're 25 and you live in Quantico, Virginia."

"That doesn't make any sense," Spencer responded. "Who are you people anyway?" He asked.

"We work with you," J.J. said. "In the FBI," Spencer's eyes showed no recognition.

"The F B what?" He asked softly.

"Look Re-Spencer," Morgan said, catching himself. He didn't want to try and explain why they called each other by their surnames. "We need to get you to a doctor okay?" Spencer looked confused.

"I thought I was a doctor?"

"You are just, not the medical kind,"

"Why should I trust you?" Spencer asked. J.J. took a step forward.

"Because we're your friends," She said. "Whether you remember or not," She added with a small smile. He looked at her warily. She held her hand out.

"C'mon. Where could we take you that's worse than this?" She asked. Emily was in shock. She hadn't known Reid for very long, but she knew he pretty much knew everything. This was past bizarre.

"There could be something seriously wrong," Hotch said in a hushed voice. Gideon nodded.

"Besides the fact that our expert on everything is now our expert on nothing," Morgan added. Gideon nodded again.

"Morgan's right we need to get him to a doctor. Do we have a nuero-surgeon back at Quantico?" Gideon asked. Hotch nodded.

"Wonder if the kid knows what a jet is," Morgan said, glancing at Spencer and J.J. over his shoulder.

"Only one way to find out," Hotch said.

"What is that?" Spencer asked for probably the hundredth time. His eyes were huge as he stared at the large aircraft.

"That's a plane," J.J. said. They had each been taking turns telling him what things were. Traffic lights, cars…they decided not to answer his questions about the guns.

"What do you do with it?" He asked. Emily giggled.

"You ride in it," J.J. said.

"That's a lot bigger than the other cars," He said. Morgan grinned.

"They don't go on the roads, they go in the sky," Spencer's eyes grew more.

"Wow," He said, amazed. J.J. grinned.

The door to the jet was open, the stairs folded out onto the runway. Spencer walked up them gingerly, the rest of the team following.

Spencer stared around in wonder, the surroundings apparently unfamiliar to him. Morgan didn't see that as a good sign. He sat down in one of the seats and gestured for Spencer to sit down in the one on front of him. He complied and looked out the small window. J.J. and Emily sat across from each other at the other booth behind them, Hotch and Gideon on the couch, talking in hushed tones.

"This is far from good," Hotch said. "What if his memory never comes back?" Gideon was watching Spencer, hand over his chin, finger pressed to his lips.

"If that happens he might be able to learn the same way he has been," He said.

"What if that ability isn't there anymore?"

"Then we're going to have to do the best we can to help,"

I don't understand this, any of it. Cars ride on the ground but planes ride in the air? What's holding them up? I know how to count, ABC's, animals, that sort of thing, but I don't understand the other things. Like…uh…food! That's what it's called. I don't know the names for all of it. It's all called food but they have other categories within it that seem to weave this never ending, web.

The same thing goes with words that mean two different things. Like hot. Cool. Things like that.

And then there are words I flat out do not get. What's a hell? What's a damn? What's a stupid? What does shut up mean? Shut means to close something. Up is above you. Why would you put them together?

The…plane, that's right plane, is up in the air now, and I'm not sure if I trust this thing, or these people. They're looking at me like something's wrong with me. But I feel fine. Nothing seems to be wrong. Physically.

But in my head, it's empty. I know there should be something there, but all it is is a black void. Like a hole I don't know how to fill. Everything that has happened to me in the past few hours since I, woke up, is so…clear. Everything what people have said, the words on the green signs I saw on our way to this thing. And I don't know why. It's strange, and a little scary. Okay really scary.

These hands are not mine. This face is not mine. This body is not mine. It feels like a stranger. It moves when I tell it to, but it's not mine.

I don't really remember everyone's names. I don't even remember mine. S…Sp…Spencer? I think, yeah that's what the girl with the yellow hair said. What are their names? I wish they'd tell me. Oh, the man in front of me is talking to me, I think he said my name but…I'm still not too familiar with it though…Oh what am I gonna do?

--Feedback please!--