--I know the last one was sad but maybe this one'll make you a little more happy!--

6

"So, does this mean he's going with us?" J.J. asked. Hotch sighed.

"We don't exactly have a choice. We can't leave him here can we?"

"Why can't he stay here with Garcia?" Prentice asked.

"Because for once one of you heartless people offered to take me with you." Garcia said, walking toward them, furiously shoving her laptop into the bag she had slung over her shoulder.

"I invited her before anyone asks." Gideon said. The others nodded.

"Can I ask a question?" Garcia said.

"What Baby Girl?" Morgan said.

"What's wrong with him?" Garcia gestured over her shoulder at Reid.

"He remembered the, uh, incident that happened a couple weeks ago." Hotch said. Garcia frowned.

"Has he said anything?" She asked. Morgan shook his head.

"Nope, not a word." He said. Garcia put her hand on her hip.

"Did you guys bother to try and talk to him?" They remained silent. "He could be severely freaked out ya know."

"And he could wanna be alone." J.J. said pointedly.

"Well," Garcia said, putting down her bag on the floor. "We won't know until we ask him now will we?" She turned and walked toward Spencer. He was sitting at his desk, looking at his hands. His eyes had a red tint to them. Garcia wilted.

Awe poor Spencer. He has no idea what the hell's going on. Poor baby. She went up behind him and put her hand on his shoulder. He looked up at her, startled.

"Sorry Spencer," She said quietly. He looked back down at his lap. "Honey, are you alright?" She asked.

"People have been asking me that a lot." He whispered. She half smiled and squeezed his shoulder.

"That's cause we're worried about you." She said. He looked up at her, the misunderstanding, frustration and fear overflowing in his eyes. It broke Garcia's heart.

"Penelope I, I killed someone. I used a g…a gun and killed someone." His voice was shaky, tears pooled in his eyes and his lip trembled. Garcia turned the chair around so he faced her completely.

"Spencer you did nothing wrong. It was either you kill him or he would kill you. You had no choice." He shook his head, his hair falling in his face.

"There had to have been another way. Some way where Tobias didn't have to die." He buried his face in his hands. Garcia bent down on one knee and lifted his chin.

"Spencer listen to me." She said. "It was not your fault okay? You remember what he did to you right?" He nodded. "There was no other way. If there was, we would have found one okay?"

"It doesn't take back what I did." Garcia frowned, her brows joining together in a line. She didn't know what to do, so she did the only thing she could do. She leaned forward and wrapped her arms around him. He hugged her back. He had no idea what she was doing, but it made him feel like he wasn't alone. She let him go and looked at him.

"We gotta go back to Toled, back where we were earlier. Okay?" She said gently. He nodded. Garcia stood and walked back over to where everyone else was standing.

"Is he alright?" Morgan asked. Garcia smiled but shook her head.

"Nope."

"Then why are you smiling?" J.J. asked.

"Even this is so not the situation to say this, I was right." She lifted her bag and headed toward the door. "Ya comin'?"

I wanted someone to talk to, but who could understand this? I doubt what has happened to me is a common thing. Whatever Penelope had done, though I didn't understand what it was, made me feel better. What was it called though?

A hug. The voice in my head said. It sounded right. I thought for a moment, searching what little memories I had.

After I…killed Tobias, J.J. did it. I recalled.

I still had no one to talk to. I feel so alone. Even though I'm surrounded by people, which seem to be absolutely everywhere, I still feel isolated. I wonder again what they're doing, where all of them are going, and why they're going there so fast.

I don't think I like going in the plane. It makes my stomach feel funny. We're in another place that reminds me of where I was before, only there was a lot more white paint.

Hotch was saying something to a man with a star on his shirt. It glowed in the light and looked very strange to me. Yet again something I didn't understand.

"Spencer," Hotch said. "You can go sit in there if you want." Hotch pointed to a door behind me. I nodded. I wanted to get away from all of this noise and chaos. There was a thumping sound in my ears. I realized it was coming from my head, and it hurt. I sat down at one of the chairs in the room. The sign outside read "Conference Room". I knew what a room was but a conference escaped me.

It was a lot quieter here. Most of the noise outside was blocked out by the walls. The door stood ajar and I heard two men that had shiny stars as well.

"You goin' to your folks this weekend?" One asked. The other nodded.

"Away from the loud as hell city for a whole weekend." He grinned.

"Oh yeah and the indoor pool has nothing to do with it?" The other said, arching his eyebrow.

What does that mean? I thought, wondering at the man's gesture. I tried it myself but didn't understand what it was used for.

"Wiseass."

Pool…Swimming pool. That means something. The same sensation I had earlier swept over me. I felt another memory coming again. I braced myself, not knowing what it might mean.

I remembered water, everywhere, but it wasn't supposed to be. I had fallen into it. No that wasn't right, someone pulled me. I was supposed to be working but they had interrupted what I was supposed to do. Then I saw her. I didn't know her name, but…wow she was beautiful.

"Great now my gun's wet." Other Me said. This was like watching a…Moo Vee? Is that what they are? I could see what was going on through my eyes but had no control over what it was doing. I undid the…

Holster.

Holster right and tossed it up and out of the water. I turned and faced Beautiful again. She was very close to me, closer than Other Me had anticipated. His heart sped, this time not out of fear. She closed her eyes and leaned forward, he followed her actions.

Wait, wait, wait! Other Me's head yelled. You're supposed to be working! Knock it off!

I didn't want other me to listen. Beautiful's lips were very soft and whatever was going on, I liked it. My stomach felt strange, my head felt dizzy. Apparently Other Me had different plans.

He pulled away from her, not wanting to but he did. He was talking very fast.

He said something about transference, which I have no idea what that meant, but Beautiful cut him off and pushed her lips against his again. This time he didn't fight it, this time he put his hand on her neck and drew her closer. How it was possible for her to get any closer I don't know, but she did. Our lips parted and joined several times, each time lasting longer than the first. My head got dizzier, the sensation in my stomach grew to the point of bursting. My heart pounded against my ribs. It was the most amazing thing I had ever felt in my life. She was so warm, so beautiful.

What is this called?

Kissing.

Oh. They broke apart and looked at each other, their faces still close together. Their lips brushed against each other, almost asking to come together again. I looked into her eyes right along with him, wanting more than ever to kiss her again. But there was something she needed to know, something I hadn't told her.

I shook my head and I was back in the, Con France room. One word was buzzing in my head, and it took me a moment to realize what it meant. With a small smile I said it, very quietly, making sure nobody else could hear me.

"Lila."

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