I watched as he went still. "You don't remember?"
I shook my head. "I don't know what happened to me and I faintly remember you, but I don't know why you seem familiar."
With this information he stood up, taking his phone out and making a call. I watched intently as he spoke.
"She's awake." He nodded his head and hung up the phone, only to resume his seat beside me.
"Where am I?" I glanced around the room, still trying to make a connection.
"You're at my house, in my room." the man said quietly.
"But why? Who are you?" I shook my head. "I don't understand what's happening and I need to know."
"My names Dr. Spencer Reid and we work together on the Behavioural Analysis Unit at Quantico. You're here because I've been making sure that you're being taken care of." As he opened his mouth to continue talking, loud knocking erupted from another room. He quickly left the room, returning with a group of people. There were six of them in total, three men and three women. I was about to ask a question when one of the men stepped forward.
"Welcome back Zara." The man said.
"Thanks, but I don't know who you are." I shook my head and rubbed at my forehead, as if it would help.
"I'm Aaron Hotchner," he then pointed to a large African-American man, "this is Derek Morgan", moving onto a colourful woman named "Penelope Garcia", another older man named "David Rossi", a petite blonde named "Jennifer (JJ) Jareau" and a brunette named "Emily Prentiss".
I absorbed the information, but only came up with more questions. "What happened?"
Hotchner was the first to respond. "We were on a case in Colorado about child abuse at a compound when you, Reid and Prentiss were captured and held hostage." I listened intently, beginning to remember the event. "They had a bomb go off in the building and you were too close. The explosion caused your head to collide with a pew. You were in a coma for two months Zara."
With this information pieces of my memory came back, like being at Quantico with everyone for work, going out with JJ, Emily and Penelope to shop. A distinct memory of Reid popped in my head. I was sitting across from him in a café and we were both laughing. I could now remember some elements of my life, but there was still a lot missing.
Hotch ended my thoughts saying, "It's great that you're awake, but you're going to have to go back to the hospital before you can think about coming back to work."
I nodded my head. "And you all should be getting back to the BAU." At my statement Emily and Garcia groaned and laughed.
"Take all the time you need." As Hotch said this everyone waved or smiled and left, returning to their work. I looked over to Spencer, who seemed to be in a deep thought. I watched his face, which was composed except for his dark eyes which looked tired and distracted.
"Are you okay Spencer?" I asked, continuing to watch him.
"Fine." He instantly said, the pitch of his voice getting higher than before.
"Alright then." I replied quietly, mostly to myself. "In that case could you help me get to the hospital? Cause I don't think I can really walk much right now, let alone drive myself there."
"Of course." Spencer said as he walked over to me, putting his hands under my arms to help me get out of the bed. At this point I looked down, seeing that I was wearing a pair of slightly baggy pj pants and a loose grey t-shirt. I didn't really care about what I was wearing, at least not when I was going to the hospital. I slid my left arm around Spencer's shoulder and neck as he wrapped an arm around my waist to guide me out. My footing was unbalanced and clumsy, but better than I expected it to be after not being used for two months.
We walked out of his bedroom, into his living room. The room had dark green walls, almost like a dark ever green colour and it was filled with books, on shelves of course. I leaned against the wall as he put his shoes on, along with mine. Ironically, we were wearing the same shoes, only my shoes were extremely worn out black converse while Reid's were in amazing condition. He walked back to his room, grabbing his satchel and keys. His arm wrapped around my waist once again, making my lean on him instead of the wall. Spencer was oddly sturdy for someone who was lanky. We made our way down the hall from his apartment, taking the elevator down to the entrance. It was quite, not only because we weren't talking, but there were no people around. As we reached his car I paused before getting into the passenger seat.
"Thank you Spencer. For taking care of me."
He paused for a second. "You're welcome. I'll always take care of you. That's what family does." I felt myself blush slightly and retreated to the safety of the car. I sat on the seat, turning to I was facing the windshield. I strapped myself in with the seat belt as Spencer got in the car, quickly doing the same and beginning to drive. I listened to the sounds of the cars around us, quickly getting bored of it. I reached forward and turned on the stereo system. The cassette player began playing, what I believed to be Beethoven. I closed my eyes, focusing my attention only on the music. About three pieces had played when I felt the car go still beneath me. I opened my eyes looking around.
"That was fast." I said, opening the car door to get out.
"We actually ended up leaving at a good time to avoid the traffic in the area, which cut the time in which it took to get here." I smiled, remembering how factual Spencer is.
"It's nice to see that you haven't changed. Other than the amount of sleep you've been getting anyway."
"I don't know what you're talking about Zara. I've been sleeping the same amount that I usually do, although I've been sleeping on my couch because you've been in my bed." He said quickly, leading me towards the entrance.