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8

I fully remembered it now. Every second of that awful night played in my head, over and over and over again. My mother, well, Other Me's mother, was becoming a clear image in my head.

I knew she was sick, that's all my memory would tell me. Other Me had tried as hard as he could to take care of her, that was where I was now.

What the hell are you doing?! Other Me's head bellowed. She's your mother Spencer! You can't just send her away like this!

Other Me's throat was tight and dry, which didn't help the lump he just couldn't swallow.

I don't know what else to do. Other Me thought helplessly. I've tried, since I was eleven years old I've been trying by myself to help her. Dad left us and I had no other choice, just like now. I can get her help now. I've got a job that can help me take care of her.

Other Me was trying to convince himself, and the other angry voice in his head.

You're getting rid of her.

It didn't matter what the angry voice was yelling because we walked through the door. Mom was pretty. Then again I think all people think their mothers are beautiful. The men who entered the room behind us were wearing all white. I knew something about them was bad. I wanted to know what Other Me was planning to do.

"Mom," He said quietly. Mom looked up at me, then at the men behind us.

"Spencer," She said, her hand in the middle of her book to mark the page she was on. Her eyes flickered to me, then to the men behind me. They grew wide. She seemed to understand what I couldn't. Other Me was trembling, this was something he really didn't want to do. He hated it. "Spencer who are these men? Why are they here?" She asked blatantly.

"They're here to take you some place where you can get better." Other Me whispered. Mom looked horrified.

"You can't take me away from here." She said, looking back at the men and then at me again. "This is my home. These are my things." The men walked forward and rasped Mom's arm, gently. She rose to her feet, frantically looking around at the house and me. "Spencer you can't so this!" She yelled as she was escorted to the door.

"I'm sorry Mom," Other Me said so softly I wasn't sure she had heard him. "I'm so sorry."

"You can't do this!" Was the last thing I heard before she was gone. Other Me started crying. His heart wrenched in his chest. He never wanted to hurt her. But I didn't understand why he sent her away. Why we made her leave.

I was back in the bathroom I had been in, just to clear my head and get away from all the noise. I looked up at my reflection.

The circles under my eyes were dark, the white around my eyes a light red. Despite what Dr. Manning had said, I hadn't slept, at all. Memories that didn't make any sense kept me awake all night. Visions of a life I didn't even know. I knew Other Me fairly well now. I knew how he would react to certain things that happened.

But Other Me was like another person. This wasn't me. My life seemed to consist of painful memories that I didn't remember and people who knew me that I didn't know.

I pressed my hands to my temples and tried to shove out the massive head ache I've had for the past day.

This world seemed so intricate. So many webs and different, complicated things that made it up. I could look at a series of numbers on a board and an answer would pop into my head, but I couldn't understand why markerrs worked the way they did. Or why people had the same names of other people. Or why there were bad words and good words.

Angry tears filled my eyes. I turned and punched the wall next to me. Over and over and over again until the plaster was almost completely caved under my fist. "Why," Hit. "Can't," Hit. "I," Hit. "Under," Hit. "Stand!?" I buried my face in my hands and leaned against the wall. Everyone else made it look so simple. So simple to do. They knew who they were, and I didn't. My own name was foreign to me. I hated this.

There was a light tapping on the door and I straightened up instantly, scraping my hand across my eyes to get the water out.

"Spencer?" Morgan's voice said softly. "You okay?" I opened the door and looked at him. His brows came into a line. He was looking past me. At the hole I had made in the wall, and the small droplets of blood on my knuckles. "I'll take that as a no." Morgan said.

I put my hand in my pocket and looked at the linoleum floor. "Sorry," I said. "I didn't mean to…" I trailed off. Morgan held up his hand.

"It's okay man," He said. Another thing I didn't understand. Why he called me man. Wasn't that obvious? "To be honest I didn't know you could do that." He said, gesturing to the wall.

I felt my face flush.

"We're getting ready to go to a crime scene. You wanna go?" He asked. I shook my head.

"There's a dead person there, and people who stare at me weird when I go somewhere with you guys." I mumbled. He nodded.

"Okay. Garcia gets to play babysitter." He said before turning around and walking away, knowing I would follow him, and I did.

"Hey, Baby Girl." Morgan said. Garcia didn't look up from her monitor, her hands flying over the keys. "Find anything?"

"That this guy is an amateur in some areas and a genius in others. I'm looking for a mistake he's made that will let me track him and where he is." She said quickly.

"I need a favor." Garcia grinned and waggled her eyebrows.

"What kind of favor?" She asked wryly. Morgan smiled and shook his head.

"Behave." He warned.

"Never." She said.

"I need you to keep an eye on Reid." He said. Garcia grinned.

"Yay I get to be even more useful." She said happily.

"When you crack this let me know okay?" He said.

"As always gorgeous." She said. She pulled away from her keyboard as he walked away and grinned up at Spencer. He half smiled back. Garcia giggled. "You are too cute." She said, swiveling back around to her computer.

"I," Spencer said. "I don't know what that means." He whispered. Garcia felt this sad pang hit her stomach. She turned back around again.

"It…it means that you…make me smile at the stuff you do." She said. He still looked confused. "It's a good thing." She said. He nodded.

"Okay." He said. There was a small Ding on her computer and she turned around.

"Damn it!" She whispered harshly.

"What's wrong?" Spencer asked. Garcia looked up at him again. He was closer now and this time she saw the deep dark circles under his eyes, semi blood shot, his knuckles bleeding. He followed her gaze and put his hand in his pocket.

"I hit a dead end." She admitted, changing the subject. "I have no idea what else to do." She said. She started fiddling on her keyboard, trying to find a muse on what to do. She didn't notice Spencer walking into the Conference Room where the information of the case was being held.

I stared at the boards in shock, but only for a moment. Then my head switched gears. I looked from picture to picture, map to map, thoughts moving a thousand miles an hour.

I saw something coming together. The pictures, with their locations captioned underneath, seemed to move to the maps, turning into small dots. The dots were connected by lines. All of the bodies were around one place, a place that almost seemed centered. The place was out in the middle of nowhere, away from the crowded city and any main roads.

Something I remembered sparked in my head. It all fell into place. It made sense, all of it. I saw the man's face clearly now.

"I know who it is."

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