Penelope was horrified after she read the details of the attack, but she had found what they had been looking for. She had found Spencer's connection to the case.

She walked into the conference room shakily, and everyone was still there. JJ was sitting beside Will reluctantly, but was the first one to ask when she noticed Penelope.

"Did you find anything?"

The whole team was looking at her as she nodded and started explaining what she had found.

"Pretty boy's a CIA agent...?" Derek asked slowly, the idea not sinking in.

"Was a CIA agent," Penelope corrected, "he left a while after the attack. It seemed like he just couldn't cope with it, and wanted to start a new life."

JJ was almost in tears, "but he left, why would he leave us?"

"Probably thought he was protecting all of us," Emily answered, "sometimes when the past comes back to haunt you, the only thing you can think of is running away..."

"That would explain why he knew so much, and why the CIA have been so secretive," Hotch said, "they were probably keeping it under wraps for Reid."

Derek and JJ were having the hardest time believing any of this, but after several moments of painful silence Derek asked, "why would they send us the file though? Wouldn't they realize it'd put Reid at risk?"

Derek's hurt at finding out Spencer's past trauma and also the hurt of finding out that his 'brother' had been keeping such a detrimental secret had turned to anger at the people who hadn't protected him.

"They probably sent the case to Reid for that exact reason. It makes sense-"

"How the Hell can you say something like that?!" Derek yelled at Rossi, getting up from where he was sitting.

Derek was at his boiling point; his best friend gets attacked and keeps secrets, leaves them without saying anything and now he's an undercover CIA agent that has been hurt before? It was all too much.

"I hate this just as much as you do Morgan," despite not having been with the team very long, Rossi did hate what was happening.

David had believed that Spencer was too young to be in the BAU, but now he was starting to wonder if he had been wrong since the boy was a CIA agent.

"They know that Reid knew the case more than anybody. He's the only living victim, so he knows this guy inside and out."

"But they put him in danger!"

"They saved his life," Emily interrupted Derek who was snapping back at Rossi's explanation.

Derek and JJ gave her a look of disbelief, but she continued, "by sending him the case they gave him a heads up. Spencer would've known that he was in danger, that was why he left. Not only from the hospital, but also when he left after the case file was read. He probably feels like he needs to figure out a game plan, what to do next to protect himself, and us."

Emily was right about that; Spencer had left to protect the team, especially JJ and to figure out what his next move was.

Spencer had sat in his hotel room all night trying to figure out what he was going to do. His brilliant mind couldn't think of anything, but his emotions could. So the next day he checked out of the hotel and rented a car.

As he sped down the highway he knew exactly where his destination was; CIA headquarters.

Finally Spencer was driving up to the front gates of the large building, it had six stories and a lot of attachments. It looked a lot like a hospital, at least that's what Spencer had thought the first time he had driven up to it all those years ago. Spencer used his old CIA pass to get the first set of gates to open, driving up to the second gate he was greeted by a very official looking security guard that had been sitting inside a booth.

"Hello sir," the man asked, "may I see your ID?"

Spencer silently handed it to him and waited as the man inspected it and then looked up his name on the computer that was in his security booth.

"It says here that you retired from the CIA, you haven't been an active agent since 2000."

"I retired years ago to start anew, but I've been forced to return. I need to talk to someone, it's imperative."

The man looked at Spencer suspiciously, "who do you need to speak with?"

"The director," was Spencer's short reply.

The man continued to eye him, which caused a lot of annoyance for Spencer as he was still recovering from the attack and his entire life was crumbling around him. He was trying to figure out how to keep it together.

"Call him and tell him it's urgent, and that Spencer Reid is here to speak with him."

The man could tell that this was a serious matter and decided to reluctantly call the director. This was something that security guards, or anyone from lower levels were typically not allowed to do, but this seemed like a different type of circumstance.

After being transferred to multiple people and explaining the situation the man finally got to talk to the director and Spencer listened carefully as the security guard explained the situation.

"There's a man here at the front gates Sir, he has been retired for years, but he says he needs to speak directly to you. That it's an emergency."

There were a few moments of silence, "His name's Spencer Reid Sir... Okay Sir, I'll let him in."

The man turned back to Spencer and handed his ID back, "he'll see you immediately."

"I figured he might," Spencer replied.

After parking his rented car he walked up the steps to the front doors and used his ID to get into the building. He couldn't believe he was standing inside the building again and he looked around as he walked towards the elevators.

Spencer remembered when he first walked through those doors as a young genius, he had been amazed and excited, but that feeling was gone now. When he had left he had hoped that he wouldn't ever walk through the doors again, yet here he was.

He felt strangely anxious, but that anxiety quickly turned to anger as he stood in the elevator and waited for the sixth floor, where he knew the directors office was. He had never wanted to see the director again, never had wanted to be in this building again. He had wanted to start a new life away from the CIA, and the traumatic attack he had survived.

There were security guards all over the place on this floor, the director was being given the utmost protection. This only fuelled Spencer's anger, it was good that nobody bothered him or he might have snapped at them. Apparently, all the security guards knew he was coming because none of them asked his purpose. They all fidgeted awkwardly as he walked past them, and knocked on the directors door.

"Come in Spencer," answered a deep voice.

Spencer entered the room and the director was sitting at an extravagant desk and stood up.

The director walked around the desk and smiled, "dear Spencer, it's great to see you again after all this time."

He walked up to Spencer and put his hands on his shoulders, "you look well-"

"How dare you do this to me John?" Spencer finally snapped, using the directors first name as he once used to do.

John dropped his hands and his smiled dropped too as he looked at the angry young man in front of him.

"How could you do this to me?"