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Recap: After a few moments of clearing his mind, his eyes opened again, just in time to see a man walk into the room.

A man, he hates to say, he recognized.

"Reid? Oh my god, it is you! It's been what, like, almost 20 years?"

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'This can't be happening; this can't be happening….This can't be happening!'

"Reid, you know Sam?"

Reid could feel the world spinning around him, but there was nothing he could do to stop it. He could see the confusion and curiosity on his workmates faces, he could see a man he was hoping and praying he wouldn't see….and he couldn't handle it.

He felt like he was going to be sick again.

He started to turn his body to run, but Hotch placed a hand on his shoulder, preventing him. He glanced at his face, than turned toward the ground. He wasn't such a coward that he would run, was he?

"Uh, yeah, I know him." Sam blinked at him, seeming to catch on that he didn't want any details on how they knew each other given.

There was one thing that stood out though.

"Is he working on the case with us?" He looked from one face to the next, hoping for an answer, but the person who finally responded didn't sound too happy. Sam.

"Of course, why else would I be here? Now let's get to work. I want to help you with the geographical profile." 'Of course he does. Because then he can corner me and force bad memories to resurface…not that they haven't already.'

Hotch gave Spencer a pointed look, leaving no arguments. Reid sighed and pursed his lips slightly, turning and heading toward his map.

"Go ahead; feel free to tell him where his main "hang out" joints were." Sam nodded to Hotch, and then walked toward Reid.

His back tensed when Sam came close, and he dreaded being alone with this man. He wasn't scared of him, but he was scared about what could be brought up between the two. After all, he hadn't seen him since….then.

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His worst nightmare came true, as within an hour or two, the team was called away. They were going to the same places he was marking on his map, to question his friends, no doubt. And he wasn't allowed to leave. He had no reason to.

"So, now that they are gone, mind telling me why you don't want to be near me? As far as I'm concerned, I did you a favor back in the day. I never did anything bad to you." Immediately, the pain lessened a bit, and was replaced with guilt.

"I'm sorry! You're right, you didn't do anything wrong. You helped me, and I am very grateful for that. It's just…my team doesn't know. About anything. And I really would like to keep it that way, though with this case…." Sam placed a hand on his shoulder, ignoring the slight tremor it caused. It was meant to be comforting, and after a few moments of understanding silence, it was.

"Spencer, I know this must be hard for you. I can't even imagine. But listen to me carefully, son. It's not good to let it all build up. Talk to someone about it, someone other then me. Tell someone about it. They can comfort you, help you through this case. Believe me, it's a great relief." Okay, definitely not what he had been expecting. This man was…kinder, then he had seemed in the past. Then again, to a 12 year old, any hint of contempt or anger, even not directed at him, was a rather scary thing…

"Y-You really think I should…t-talk to someone about it?" Sam's eyes softened, and he gave a small, firm nod. Spencer took a deep, shaky breath, before nodding. He could do this. But…

Who to talk to?

Hotch was out of the question. He wouldn't judge, that was for sure, but he would probably have to report it to Strauss… Plus every time Reid saw him after that, he would think about it.

Prentiss was a slightly better choice, but…. Let's face it; she would probably end up telling Hotch. Either that or she would spill it while high on alcohol. He trusted Prentiss with his life, and honestly he would tell her if he had no one else. He knew she wouldn't tell Hotch unless it was necessary, but he felt there was still a better choice.

JJ and Garcia were closer to what he needed, but they would coddle him too much. He didn't want whoever he told to break down and pity him and think of it every time he told them. But he also didn't want them to just dismiss it and pretend it never happened….

That left Rossi and Morgan. Rossi wasn't even in the question to begin with. He still got a strange feeling from him, even if he respected him and admired his books.

Morgan, on the other hand…

Morgan wouldn't judge. Morgan wouldn't betray his trust, not like before. Morgan had past experience, and knew what it felt like to finally be relieved of that…weight. Morgan…Morgan could help. He would listen, comfort, be there for him, but not demean him… Which was exactly what he needed.

So, Morgan, then. That should be easy, considering they were splitting in two's for their hotel rooms.

"Yeah, maybe I will. T-Thanks Sam." A small smile broke out on Sam's face, and he nodded once more reassuringly. With that, his hand was removed and he turned back to the board, explaining and pointing on the board where a few of the dead man's favorite restaurants were.

Reid followed him without really listening, still lost in thought. He was really going to…tell Morgan, about that? He had to. He couldn't go through this case alone, without having a single person he was close to who knew….

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Sorry guys. It's really short. BUT! I plan on working on the next chapter ASAP, so it might be up a bit sooner then normal….if its not up today, or tomorrow, expect it Monday. No guarantees, but I'm gunna try. Really hope you guys are anxious to see where this leads….I know I am lol. Sam is actually a good guy, surprisingly, huh? Lol. Well, Thanks to any reader/reviewers, and please look out for the next chapter!