Spencer looked down at the supplies on the bed and couldn't help, but feel overwhelmed by the situation. He had never thought that this would happen, he had wanted to start a new life and he had begun to think he could. He had friends that had become more like family and he cared about them so much.

'That's why I need to do this,' Spencer reminded himself.

He picked up the hair dye and went into the hotel rooms bathroom. Grabbing a towel he put it around his shoulders and then opened up the container, mixing the hair dye and then carefully putting it on his head. After he was done he tied the hair net around his head and went to sit on the bed. He turned on the TV and tried finding something to watch to distract him, but he knew it was a useless attempt.

All Spencer could think of was JJ, and the rest of the team.

Derek, Emily, Hotch, JJ, Penelope and Rossi were all sitting around the conference table back at the BAU headquarters.

"Why would Spencer leave like this?" Derek asked.

"He's hiding something," Emily said.

"He has to have a closer connection to this case," everybody turned to look at Hotch.

"He knew way to much about the case before he even opened the case file. The CIA are being exceptionally secretive about this case, they won't answer my questions or send me the rest of the case files... I think this may call for desperate measures."

Hotch looked over at Penelope, who looked up at her boss with a smile, "are you serious?"

Penelope was on the FBI's list of the most talented, but dangerous hackers in the world.

"I could never give one of my agents permission to hack into the CIA database Garcia, but I can't control what you do in your office when I'm not around..."

Penelope stood up quietly and left the room. She was secretly very excited and as she sat down at her desk and started hacking all she could think was;

'Let's find out what our baby's hiding.'

Spencer had gotten up from the bed and throwing down the remote he started pacing. He kept trying to convince himself that he had done the right thing by leaving the team, but he wasn't completely sure.

When his timer went off for his hair he went into the bathroom to rinse the dye out. He then blow dried his hair and then went to get the scissors.

Looking at himself in the mirror Spencer once again thought about how he couldn't believe it had come to this. That everything he had gone through and had experienced in the last five years had boiled down to losing everything and everyone that he had come to care about.

He grabbed a piece of his hair and cut it, and his brain shut off as he continued cutting until his hair was short enough that he didn't look easily recognizable. His hair was now short and he had dyed it black. He couldn't stand his hair cut, his hair color or the situation, but when he looked at the stitched up cut on his neck he knew it was necessary.

'I've got to rest and then I can leave,' Spencer thought.

He went back into the other part of his hotel room and laid down on his bed.

The last thing he thought about was JJ, and as he closed his eyes he wished that he had told her how he felt about her, before he left because he knew now that it was too late.

William LaMontagne JR walked into the BAU headquarters and requested to be brought to JJ. She was sitting in the conference room with the rest of the team, excluding Penelope who was still in her office.

The team heard the knock on the door, "come in," Hotch called.

"Hello Agent Hotchner, I'm sorry to interrupt, but Detective William LaMontagne is here to the Agent Jareau."

JJ raised her head and looked over at him, "Will?"

Will smiled at her and walked into the conference room, "I jumped on a plane as soon as I got off the phone with you."

"I told you not too," JJ had walked over to him and had her arms crossed, "I didn't want you to come."

"I thought you just didn't want to bother me, but it doesn't bother me because I love you-"

JJ sighed, "Will, I meant it when I said that you shouldn't come."

"Well, I thought that I could help," Will looked away from JJ and at Hotch, "Agent Hotchner."

He walked passed JJ and Hotch held out his hand to him, "hello Detective."

"Is there anything I can do to help with the case?"

JJ rolled her eyes and huffed, leaving the room and leaving her team very confused and Will even more so.

JJ walked down to the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. She couldn't believe that Will had completely disrespected her wishes like that.

'Spence wouldn't do that,' a tiny voice in her head said.

And suddenly her mind went from Will to Derek's words at the hospital.

"I think you should tell him, he deserves to know... I don't have to be a profiler to see what's going on, you two have been doing this little dance for years, especially since Hankel..."

JJ splashed water on her face and looked at her haggard appearance in the mirror.

All she could think was 'where are you Spence? Why'd you leave me?'

Spencer woke up after a couple hours in the hotel room. He flinched when he sat up and he instinctively put his hand on his side.

'Damn it, I should have picked up some pain medication too,' he thought for a moment before shaking it off.

He couldn't afford to think about narcotics because he didn't want to risk craving Dilaudid. He got up and went to the bathroom and splashed water on his face.

'I miss you JJ,' he thought, wishing that she could hear him, 'I know you probably don't understand, but I'm doing this for you...'

The team spent the entire night working on the case the best they could, and when Penelope finally hacked into the CIA database she took every single file that she could find that had any link to the man who had attacked Spencer.

As it turned out, this man had been attacking people since November 3rd 1982. That was only a year after Spencer's birth, and all of the victims were the same; young genius' that worked for the CIA.

'Why would he attack Spencer then?' Penelope wondered to herself for what must have been the hundredth time.

The first murder had been sloppy, full of anger and not very thought out yet he still had gotten away with it. The murders continued on November 3rd every year, and it didn't matter to him if it was a woman or a man, or what the race or religion of the person was. The only link between the victims were that they had above average intelligence levels and had started working for the CIA at an extremely young age.

Penelope started going through all twenty five murder files and she was disgusted by each one, but she pushed through it. She had to find the connection to Spencer, and she did.

When Penelope opened case file number fifteen, she was shocked and hurt by what she saw.