--Sorry it took so long guys!!--

4

"So what's the verdict Doc?" Morgan asked. Dr. Manning looked at him and the rest of the team grimly.

"My verdict is his entire memory is gone and nothing I did helped, including hypnosis," He said. Gideon's brows came together. "The only other thing I can think to do is prescribe Amytal," Morgan took a step forward.

"Isn't that a truth serum?" He asked.

"Yes but sometimes in extreme cases like Dr. Reid's it might be able to jog his memory,"

"So what we give him this drug and bam, he has his memory back?" Emily asked.

"No, no, that's not exactly how it works," Dr. Manning said. "It comes back little by little,"

"There's something you're not telling us," Hotch said firmly. Dr. Manning looked at the floor.

"Profilers, right I forgot," He said, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. "Uh..." He hesitated. "The drug makes you remember the most traumatizing points of your life first. Ya know, an operation, um, crashing your bike,"

"Getting kidnapped," Morgan said under his breath. Gideon sighed and closed is eyes. "Great,"

"That's the only other solution I have. If you choose not to use it then he'll have to rebuild his life from scratch, and probably never be the same person again," Dr. Manning said.

"Steven," Gideon said, approaching him. "Are you sure there is no other way?" Dr. Manning nodded.

"Yes, I'm afraid it is,"

"Look I'm not letting you give Reid a controversial drug that could make him relive things he doesn't remember," Morgan said defensively. "How the hell is he supposed to understand what he's seeing happened to him. It'd like bein' in a horror movie," He shook his head.

"Sir," Dr. Manning said. "I understand that this drug isn't FDA approved and hasn't had many successful cases but-"

"Successful cases?" Morgan interrupted. "From 1930 to '93 there were 12, 12 reported cases that were successful,"

"That was true at I university. At Bellevue there were 63 cases proven to make a full recovery. And 24 made it in less than 24 hours," Their voices were starting to rise. Hotch and Prentice cast each other worried glances. Gideon however looked like nothing really important was going on.

"This is strictly testable information. There have been thousands more that failed. Besides this is mostly used for Alzheimers and what the government uses for truth serum-"

"Unless you would like your friend to have to go through the rest of his life as somebody he doesn't even know then be my guest-"

"What are you saying th-"

"Maybe we should ask him," Gideon suggested. Morgan and Dr. Manning looked at Gideon, recognition on their faces.

"Right," Morgan muttered. "Spencer!" He called.

Spencer looked up from the pen he was analyzing, which was causing Garcia and J.J. to giggle like mad, and walked over.

"We need to ask you something," Gideon said. Spencer's brows raised. "There's a type of medicine that may be able to help you get all of your memory back. But, it's not 100 percent proven it will, and if it does, you're gonna remember some pretty bad things," He said.

"I don't care, I wanna do it," Spencer said. "I mean how bad could it be? It's not like I was abducted by aliens or something."

Morgan and J.J. glanced at each other nervously. Spencer noticed he was the only one smiling. "What?" He asked. Morgan shook his head. Neither he, nor anybody else in this room had the heart to tell the kid that hardly knew anything about himself that he had been kidnapped by a psychopath with three different personalities and posted every terrible thing they did to him on the internet. It would scare the hell out of him.

"Look Spencer," Gideon said, taking a step toward him. "This drug will make you remember some things that might scare you. And no matter how much like a nightmare they feel like they really did happen." Spencer looked at him warily.

"What do you mean?"

"It doesn't matter," Gideon said. How could anybody tell him anything about what had happened only two weeks ago? It might even be the first thing he gets back. "Do you honestly want to do this?" Spencer nodded.

"Yes. I'm tired of being inside a stranger. It's really hard to look at yourself and not recognize anything." He said, staring at the ground. Garcia, who had walked up with J.J. a few moments ago, placed her hand over her mouth to stifle an "Aw." Gideon nodded.

"Then that's all we need to know." He said. "Doctor how soon can you get the drug?" He asked.

"Uh," Dr. Manning said. "I can call it in and have it in about an hour," He said.

"Is that a long time?" Spencer whispered to Morgan. Morgan smiled and shook his head. Garcia giggled.

"No," Morgan said. Spencer nodded and smiled. He was close to finding out who he was, who he really was.

"Now this might make you drowsy," Dr. Manning. "Actually I can guarantee this will make you go to sleep."

Spencer nodded eagerly and took the capsules from him.

"Um, what am I supposed to do with these?" He asked. Emily laughed. She handed him a bottle of water.

"Just put those in your mouth and wash them down with the water." He nodded. He swallowed the pills and looked at her.

"How do I know when they start working?" He asked. Prentice shrugged.

"No idea," She said. "I'd ask him," She pointed at Dr. Manning.

"Okay, how do I know when this starts working?"

"When you remember something." Dr. Manning said simply. He turned, suitcase in hand, and headed toward the door. He paused when he reached Gideon. "If he does remember anything you will call me won't you?" He asked.

"Steven I want you to remember that he is a member of my team and a close friend, not a science experiment." Dr. Manning nodded and left the office. Spencer walked over to his desk and sat down in the office chair behind it. He looked around the office again, some of the chaos that had been about when he walked in had subsided a little. He turned and looked at the laptop monitor in front of him. As he looked at it he saw flashes; people. A woman and a man, married. A woman at home alone, and a few others in the same manner. And he had to make a decision. A bad one. He didn't know what it was, but he could hear a voice, loud, hard, scary.

Am I remembering something? Is this part of my life? He shook his head and stared at the monitor again. It was black, then it had multiplied and had the people on it.

"Choose one to…" The voice in his head screamed.

Choose one to what?

"Choose one to die!"

Die? What's that? What's going on? Why is this person yelling at me? And why am I so scared of them?

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