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"Man, we never told you our names did we?" Morgan asked. Reid shook his head.

"Okay," Morgan began. "I'm Morgan,"

"I'm J.J.," She said, smiling at him.

"I'm Emily,"

"I'm Hotch and this is Gideon," Hotch said. Spencer nodded as each person sounded off their name. He knew he would remember them because this strange mind never forgot it.

"Morgan, J.J., Emily, Hotch and Gideon," He said, looking at each person.

"And I'm..?" He said slowly. Morgan smiled.

"Spencer," Gideon said. Spencer nodded again. He looked around the plane again, admiring the sleek structure of its interior. His eyes had been trained on the ground underneath them, its blocked pattern unnatural looking compared to what it looked like on the ground, he hadn't really paid attention to what the plane looked like. "Not all planes look like this," Gideon said. "They're usually a lot bigger and hold a lot more people,"

"Then why do you have this one?" He asked.

"One of the perks that goes with the job," J.J. said. Spencer's brow furrowed. "Um, it's something extra we get because of our job," She said.

"What is our job?" Spencer asked.

"Uh," J.J. said, unsure how to explain it delicately.

"We, uh, catch bad guys," Morgan said. Spencer nodded. His answer caused a million more questions to come into his mind, but he decided not to ask them. The plane shuddered, a soft bell went off and the "seat belts please" sign came on above the seats. Spencer watched the others clasp the two straps in each seat together to form a solid one. He followed suit, though it took him a little longer than the others to figure out.

"Welcome to Virginia Reid," Morgan said.

This place is very busy. There're people everywhere, all of them seem to have something important to do, considering they're all walking so fast. Do I need to know who they are? Is it important? I want to know these things. I look around as I and the other people I know walk down the hallway toward a cluster of wooden tables. I see a shiny square on one of them, and I see someone move in it.

Wait that doesn't make any sense, how can somebody fit in that? How do they get out? How do they get in? This all is so confusing. As I watch this person I see it moves when I do, closes and opens their eyes really fast when I do. Then I realize that person was me.

It wasn't how I pictured I looked. Then again I didn't really know what I was supposed to look like.

My eyes are brown- like the color of the table the square is sitting on- and big, bigger than most people's. My hair is longer than the other men around me too. It's brown as well, but lighter than my eyes. It ends in loops that are sectioned off into pieces. I run my hand through it, just to make sure it's mine, really mine. I touch my cheek, this doesn't seem real to me. This doesn't feel like me. Once again I stare at the stranger. J.J. comes up behind me and places her hand on my shoulder.

"You alright?" She asks. I shrug.

"I don't know," I say. "This person doesn't feel like me, if that makes any sense," She nodded.
"No, it does," She says. "We'll get you memory back alright? I promise, and you'll feel like you again,"

"I hope so," I whisper.

"He had no idea what he looked like 'til now did he?" Emily asked.

"No," Morgan said, shaking his head. "He doesn't really know anything. Especially anything about himself. And it's not like we can tell him, Reid isn't exactly and open book,"

"Good point," Hotch said. Spencer moved away from J.J.'s desk and leaned against his own, whether he knew it was his was a mystery. He looked around curiously at the people. A certain desperation showed in his eyes to understand all of this. Like there was a secret code engraved somewhere just beyond his reach.

"Man that's gotta suck," Morgan said. "Not knowing who you are or where you're from, hell even the food you like,"

"Dr. Manning said he'd take a look at Reid as soon as he gets here," Gideon said, joining the small circle Hotch, Emily and Morgan had created.

"He's coming here?" Morgan said. "That's kind of a drive from D.C. isn't it?"

"He said if he could help one of the most brilliant minds in the world back to it's original luster he'd walk from Italy," Gideon said with a small smile. Morgan laughed.

"What nerds will do," He paused for a moment. "Do you think he'll get his memory back?" He asked Gideon. He lowered his eyes.

"I'm not really sure," He admitted. "I would be able to find out the statistics on this but..." He trailed off. Emily sighed.

"Yeah, I know what you mean," She said.

"When the doctor gets here we'll know more," Hotch said. They heard loud wordless singing to their left and saw Garcia walking down the hallway from her office, a bright pink pen with feathers on it stuck in the back of her ponytail, Her bright yellow shirt partially blocked by the pile of files she was carrying.

She walked past the desks, still singing, her destination apparently toward J.J.

"Doo-dood, hi J.J.!" She said with a large grin, ending her nameless tune. "Hi Reid," Spencer said nothing. His eyes were wide as he stared at the woman in front of him that was bursting with so much color she looked like a sun ray. "Heloo?" She said, waving her hand in front of his face, causing him to jump back. "Are ya in there Doc?" She asked.

"Um, Garcia?" J.J. said. "He has no idea who you are," She said. Garcia set the files down on her desk and grinned slyly.

"Well if he wants to figure out who I am I'm free on Friday," She giggled. J.J. shook her head.

"No, I mean he literally has no idea who you are," Garcia looked from J.J. to Reid and back again. "He hit his head pretty bad at the construction site we were at in Toledo. He barely knows his own name," Garcia's hand was over her mouth, eyes wide.

"Oh no," She said. J.J. nodded. "What are you guys gonna do?" She asked.

"Well I think Gideon called this doctor that's supposed to be able to help-"

"No I mean with the case," Garcia said. "What are you guys gonna do?" J.J.'s brow cocked.

"What are you saying?" She asked. "That we can't do this without Reid?"

"Well," Garcia said slowly. "You've never had to solve a case without him before..."

"We can survive without him...for a little bit," J.J. admitted.

"Yeah sure," Garcia said with a grin. She turned to Spencer. "Hi Spencer," She said with a small wave. Though he questioned the gesture, he repeated her action.

"Hi," He said.

"I'm Penelope," She said. He nodded.

"Penelope," He repeated. "I like it," He said. "It's...different,"

"Aw," Garcia blushed. "You are too sweet," She said. She turned to J.J. again. "Hey if you need a babysitter I'm an open book. That office gets a little boring sometimes, considering you never take me anywhere," She said with a fake frown.

"I'll let Gideon know," J.J. replied with a laugh. She looked sideways at the group of men that were conversing a few feet away from them and saw another enter the office she had never seen before. "Spencer," She said. "I think the doctor's here,"

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