He sat in his office at his computer. He was hacking into the CIA database. After being trained with those skills he was more than happy to use it against them after what they had done, or rather what they had not done. He looked into the file about his case and when he found out that it had been passed to the FBI he was furious. They were brushing him off! He looked into the team that his case had been given to and he got quite a shock;

Agent Aaron Hotchner, Agent David Rossi, Agent Derek Morgan, Agent Emily Prentiss, Technical analysis Penelope Garcia, Communication Liaison Jennifer Jareau and, Dr. Spencer Reid.

"No!"

He stormed around the room breaking everything he could get his hands on. There was no way! No way that he had failed! There was no way that this Dr. Spencer Reid was the same man... no way that this was the same kid as eight years ago. It wasn't possible, it couldn't be true.

'No, he was dead,' the man looked at the picture on his screen again, 'the brown eyes, the brown hair, the slender body, the handsome face, IQ of 187, eidetic memory... it's him alright.'

The man punched a hole in his wall. He couldn't believe that he had let someone live, he had never failed, he had never left a victim alive. However, here his victim was looking out at him from his computer screen. He had been so sure that the kid was dead, the kid was unresponsive, he hadn't been breathing, even if he had been alive when he left he had suffered to many injuries to survive.

He left his office and went to his room where he grabbed a suitcase and threw his clothing into it. It looked like he had to go back to Washington, he grabbed his computer and hacked into the FBI database quietly. Once he had the doctors address he got into his car and headed back to Washington.

He would be there in an hour, and he would... rectify the situation.

Spencer was in the bathroom leaning against the sink. He turned on the water and splashed some on his face, he had to figure this out. He looked at himself in the mirror and could tell that it was obvious something was wrong.

'Maybe I can pass it off as sickness and go home,' he thought.

'You never go home, even when you're sick,' a little voice in his head replied.

'There's a first time for everything.'

He left the bathroom and went to find Hotch. Hotch was in his office on the phone with a CIA when Spencer came in. Hotch looked up startled as it wasn't like anyone, especially Spencer to not knock.

"Reid, what's wrong?"

"I'm feeling very sick, I think I may have a virus..." was Spencer's answer.

Apparently Hotch's profiler senses weren't on because he said, "yes, I noticed something was wrong. Why don't you go home? We won't be able to do something until we get those files anyway, and they're refusing to release them. They just put me on hold, again."

Hotch sat down and rubbed his face, he was obviously irritated. Spencer would usually stay during hard cases like these, but he knew his presence may only make the situation worse, for him and his team.

"Call me if you need me," Spencer said quietly before leaving the office.

Derek and Emily were at their desk and they watched him pack up his stuff, "where are you going pretty boy?"

"I'm sick, I'm going home," Spencer replied.

Derek looked at him with a worried expression, "it's not like you to go home when you're sick."

'Please, don't read into this Morgan,' Spencer thought.

"Feel better, okay kid?" Derek put his hand on Spencer's shoulder, "we need you at your best to get this bastard."

Spencer nodded and left, leaving Derek and Emily shocked and worried.

Spencer got into his car and drove home as fast as he could.

When he finally made it to his little two bedroom apartment he felt a little bit of comfort. He unlocked the door and went in, putting his stuff including his gun on the kitchen counter. He took his go bag to his bedroom and then got some boxers and a t-shirt that he would sleep in. A couple hours rest would be needed for him to be at his best, but he had to be at his best for a different reason then Derek believed. Spencer had to keep his life together, to protect his friends, and JJ.

Once he had gotten his clothing and a towel from the linen closet he went to the bathroom, but that's when he noticed something odd.

The tub was full of water already. Spencer backed away from it and looked down the hallway towards his living room. He slowly walked out and passing his kitchen he stood there, paralysed.

"Hello Dr. Reid."

The man had been sitting in the shadows where Spencer couldn't see from his kitchen when he first came in. The man stood up and walked over to Spencer slowly.

"I couldn't believe it, but now I see that it's true. You're alive, how strange," the man tilted his head questioningly, "I had sworn you were dead."

Spencer didn't say anything, but looked over at his kitchen counter where his gun had been.

"Looking for this?" The man held up his gun, "working for the FBI has made you too relax Doctor."

"Why are you here?" Spencer asked despite already knowing the answer.

"Don't ask foolish questions!" The man snapped, "you already know why I'm here!"

"Working for the FBI must have made me foolish because I truly can't think of the reason why you'd come here."

"My job's incomplete," the man answered.

"You killed Ashley Michaels-"

"I was supposed to kill you!" The man yelled again, "eight years ago, but yet here you stand!"