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7

"So this kid saw the guy?" Sheriff Deaton asked as he and the rest of the BAU stalked down the hallway. Hotch nodded.

"Yes he did but-" He began.

"Then why the hell haven't you asked him about the guy yet?" Deaton interrupted. Morgan flexed his jaw.

"It's complicated." He said. Deaton shook his head.

"How?"

"He lost his memory." Emily said. Deaton stopped.

"How does he know what this guy looks like if he lost his memory?" He asked sharply. Hotch sighed.

"If you would have let me continue…He saw the unsub right after the injury that caused him to lose his memory."

"I still don't understand why you haven't asked him about the guy." Deaton said.

"It's complicated." J.J. said. Deaton threw his arms in the air.

"How complicated could it be? Six, six people have been murdered by the same guy in my city," He said, starting to walk again. "The only witness we have is in that room and whether he can remember the rest of is life or not, he knows what this guy looks like." He turned and opened the conference room door.

Spencer jumped and looked up at him.

"This guy's an asshole." Garcia whispered to Morgan, who nodded.

"Yeah, which is why there is no way in hell he's staying in there with Reid by himself." Garcia sighed. Morgan walked after Deaton, Gideon and Hotch following him.

"Are you Penelope Garcia?" A voice behind her asked. She turned and saw a woman standing behind her, a deputy's badge gleaming on her chest.

"That depends on who's asking." Garcia said with a grin.

"I'm Alice Thompson, I was told you were going to help us with our little hacker problem?"

"At your service sweetie." Garcia gave a slight bow. Officer Thompson grinned.

"Oh you are gonna be a ton of fun," She said truthfully. Garcia's grin broadened. "Now if you'd follow me this way.

Spencer was startled when the man burst into the room. He looked angry, tired, and impatient.

"I need to ask you a couple questions." He said abruptly.

What does he want with me?

"Hang on a minute Deaton," Morgan said, entering the room, Hotch and Gideon right behind him. Morgan looked at Spencer. "Spencer, this is sheriff Deaton. He needs to ask you a couple questions and I need you to answer them the best you can okay?" He said gently. Spencer nodded. "Okay, what's the first thing you remember?"

What is the first thing I remember?

"Loud, everything was very loud. Everything was shaking and I didn't know why. I was on the ground and my head hurt. I didn't know where I was. It was really scary," I admitted. "After that someone came out of the ground-"

"What the hell do you mean out of the ground?" The man spat. Morgan leaned over to him.

"Stairs," He whispered. Deaton rolled his eyes. "Keep going Spencer."

"I heard these loud booms and he came out of the ground. He pointed something at me…" I stopped. I realized with a sudden horror that the man I had seen had pointed a gun at me. "It was a gun," I said with a shaky voice. "He was going to kill me, but he stopped. It was after you started coming up, out of the gr…sorry, stairs."

Morgan nodded. Deaton leaned forward on the table, closer to me. I leaned backward in my chair. He was making me uncomfortable.

"That's all well and good kid but what did he look like?" He asked harshly. I thought for minute. I remember seeing the man, but I didn't get a good look at him. All I remember was the gun. It wasn't like the one that Tobias had pointed at me. It was like the one's Hotch, Morgan, Gideon and everyone else I had met today had. Well, except Penelope.

"I don't remember." I whispered.

"How do you not remember what he looks like?" Deaton yelled. I flinched. "He was right in front of you!" Before I could answer he started yelling again. "He had a friggin' gun pointed at your face and you can't remember what h e looks like?"

I flinched again, and nodded. He slammed his fists on the table and I jumped back.

"Hey chill out!" Morgan yelled.

"There are people dying out there!"

"I know but it's not his fault!"

I watched the two men bellow back and forth and felt the same weird feeling in my head and my gut. I was getting ready to remember something. Not now, any time but now. There's too many people here. But there was one thing about the drug Dr. Manning gave me, there was no stopping what it was doing.

I was outside, once again I couldn't move my arms, only they were behind my back this time. There were people everywhere. They were laughing.

Why won't they help me? Other Me thought helplessly. Why are they just watching. Other Me was cold, and in a lot of pain. This had to've happened a long time ago. The people around us were young, but we were younger than them. Other Me yelled when someone hit us.

Again. Okay again, this has been going on for awhile then. I was more scared than I had been in previous memories. My heart pounded harder, I tried to get away more. Every time I did someone hit us several times.

Other Me and I were shaking. Why are we so cold. I looked down and got my answer. What is going on? Why are these people doing this? I swallowed a lump in my throat. What's happening? Where are my clothes?

Someone help me! Please! Other Me begged with these people. Pleaded, tried anything that might make these people stop. I felt tears pool in my eyes. This was wrong, what these people were doing was wrong. And God did it hurt. I didn't understand why these people wouldn't help. Why are they doing this?

Because we're smarter than them. They think we're a freak because of how much we know.

That's no reason to hurt us, me, whoever! This was terrible. We were so scared, so desperate for it to be over, but it seemed to go on forever. I shook my head, hard. This was enough. I didn't need to see anymore.

"I thought this guy was supposed to be some kind of genius!" Deaton bellowed.

"What don't you understand about-" Hotch yelled, Deaton cut him off.

"Stop." I whispered. I didn't want to hear anymore yelling.

"That has nothing to do with seeing this guy!"

"He was in a state of shock it's not his fault if he can't remember this man!" Gideon defended.

"Stop it." I said, a little louder this time. They were talking about me, but paying no attention to me. Tears threatened to fall again, aftershocks from the memory. I stopped them from going anywhere beyond my eyes.

"Like I said I thought this guy was supposed to be some sort of genius!" Deaton bellowed. "Maybe if we smack him around a little bit it'll jog his memory!"

"If you even go NEAR him I'LL KICK YOUR ASS!" Morgan bellowed.

"STOP IT!" I yelled. Everyone stopped. I looked up at them, one hand on my head, trying to push the ache in my head away. "I'm sorry that I can't help you. I really did try to. Please, I…my head hurts, can you stop yelling." My voice cracked toward the end and I cursed myself. The redness in the men's faces faded. Morgan looked down.

"Are you guys done?" Emily asked from the doorway, her arms folded. She looked at me. "Are you okay?" She asked. I nodded, a lie. "Garcia said she might have found something." Hotch and Gideon nodded and followed her out. Deaton glared at Morgan and followed them. Morgan walked over to me and put his hand on my shoulder.

"You remembered something else didn't you?" He asked. I swallowed the lump in my throat and nodded. "Do you wanna talk about it?" He asked. He wouldn't understand. I shook my head. Morgan laughed slightly.

"You're getting more normal than you think kid."

All I could see when he walked out of the Con France room was a bunch of kids hitting me over and over again, and I couldn't stop the memory from coming fully this time.

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