--And now the results from my evil cliffhanger! Enjoy!!--


"Oh my god is he okay?" Garcia asked shrilly. No one could really make a diagnosis at this point. Spencer had passed out probably ten seconds ago. As soon as his eyes closed and he started to wilt Morgan caught him. He was looking from his unconscious face to Hotch and Gideon.

"Should we call 911?" He asked frantically.

"Is he alright?!" Garcia shrieked.

"Hotch, call 911!" Gideon said, his eyes wide. Morgan couldn't move, he seemed to be frozen where he stood.

"Is he breathing?" J.J. asked, her voice on the verge of hysterics. Morgan nodded slowly.

"Are you sure?" Emily yelled. Morgan nodded again. He shook his head, as if the shock was wearing off.

"Spencer," He said, shaking Spencer lightly. "C'mon kid, wake up!" He shook him a little harder, becoming more desperate. "Wake up, c'mon Spencer wake up!" No response. If Morgan hadn't seen his chest going up and down he might think he was dead. "C'mon Spencer wake up! Please kid wake up!" They all seemed frozen, unable to understand what was going on, what to do. Hotch opened his phone, finally registering what was going on. If they hadn't been alone in this place it would probably be a lot worse. A lot louder.

Suddenly Spencer opened his eyes and jumped. Morgan sighed. Spencer looked up at him and started to pull away.

"Hi Morgan," He said, looking deeply confused. "What's going on?"

"You know who you are, right?" J.J. asked. Spencer nodded, standing on his own.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I?" He asked. He looked around the station. "Why are we in the Toledo station? I thought we were getting ready to get the unsub?"

Morgan opened his mouth to reply but Spencer cut him off.

"Wait, we were at the construction site, and Hotch went downstairs with Prentice…Morgan went to talk to Gideon, then…" He trailed off. "Then I don't remember anything after that."

"You hit your head," Gideon said. "You had no idea who you were, or who we were." Spencer's eyes grew.

"He's joking right?" He asked, turning to Garcia. She smiled and shook her head. Hotch closed his phone. "Wow, um, what did you guys do?" He asked warily.

"Called a neurologist and gave you Amytal." Hotch said. Spencer nodded.

"That's kind of a drastic measure. I mean that drug is so controversial it might as well be the Bible of medicine." He said. Morgan folded his arms and smiled smugly at Gideon.

"The genius agrees with me, I win." He said triumphantly.

"So, I didn't know anything?" He asked. They all nodded. He looked around again. "Where is everybody?"

"They're all in a meeting." Hotch said. Spencer nodded.

"Oh, okay. Um, why did I pass out and how did I get my memory back?" He asked.

"Yeah Gideon," Morgan said. "How?" The others looked at Gideon expectantly.

"I've seen certain studies done with people who have amnesia that are put around familiar things to try and jog their memories. They're also sometimes asked to say certain words, names, places, things like that to try and get their memory back. We hadn't tried it yet, I thought I might as well try." He said with a small shrug. Spencer nodded.

"And I passed out because I got so much at one time," He said, still nodding. Gideon nodded. "Well, uh, thanks." Garcia squealed and hugged him. A new commotion filled the station as the meeting ended and people filed back into the lobby.

"Yay! My genius is back!" Spencer tensed and lightly hugged her back.

"So," He said, once she had let him go. "Did we actually solve the case?"

"Excuse me," Someone said, tapping Spencer on the shoulder and interrupting J.J. Spencer turned around.

"Are you Dr. Spencer Reid?" She asked. Spencer nodded.

"Yes can I he-" Before he could finish, Monica wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her lips to his. Spencer's eyes grew huge and his muscles went rigid. He held his arms up, but didn't push her away. She pulled away swiftly, leaving Spencer feeling slightly dazed.

"Thanks for saving my life." She said. She smiled and gave a small wave in Morgan's direction and left the station. Spencer stared at where she had been a few seconds ago, unmoving.

Garcia was almost rolling on the floor giggling. Morgan was bent over, gripping his sides, laughing so hard his face was red, Prentice and J.J. doing the same. Hotch was shaking his head, Gideon was chuckling. Spencer swallowed and took a deep breath, shaking his head slightly and turning around.

"I take it the case was solved?" He asked, desperately trying to keep his voice even. Morgan laughed harder and nodded.

"Yeah…you figured it out kid." He gasped. "I…I told her to thank you."

"Like that?!" Spencer yelled. Morgan shook his head.

"No…No that was all h-her idea." He said, still laughing hysterically. Spencer took another deep breath and shook his head.

"Gideon, do you care if I take the rest of the day off?" He asked.

"Reid, you haven't slept in 48 hours. I think you taking the rest of the day off is a right." He said with a small smile. Spencer nodded and turned around, walking through the door. Morgan smiled. He had his best friend back. The rest of the team had their genius back. And Spencer had himself back.

I was lying down, staring at the ceiling. I couldn't fall asleep. As exhausted as I was, I couldn't fall asleep. The last two days will remain a mystery to me forever, I mean, losing an entire lifetime and then getting it back was enough to keep anyone awake. Especially when the odds of that happening were less than twelve percent. That would keep anyone up right?

Not me.

I had stared at that syringe for an hour. Running back and forth in my head whether I should or I shouldn't, wanting so desperately to escape this pounding headache, even for just awhile. Sometimes I wanted to just get away from everything, stay as far away from these horrific images that seem to be at the front of my memory, the dead bodies, the screaming people, it got overwhelming sometimes.

But that was no excuse for what I was doing, or thinking about doing. Other people had the same amount of stress I did and they didn't…well, you know.

And that's why I threw it away. I wasn't doing this anymore. It made me someone I didn't want to be. I owed it to my team, and to myself, not to be this way. And I was done with it.

It was the right thing for me to do, I told myself for the thousandth time. You know that. I laid my hand over my eyes. Maybe I can push this headache away, and the fire in my throat, and this stupid fever. This is why Amytal is experimental. The side affects are a pain.

There was another reason I wasn't asleep yet. I didn't want to fall asleep. I hated, hated nightmares, and, lately these had been enough for me to wake up screaming.

At least I wasn't loud enough to wake other people up. I shook my head, trying to get Tobias' face out of my head. His screaming, bellowing voice. His hard hand. I shut my eyes tighter, a lump forming in my throat. I had to see that every night when I went to sleep.

But, not sleeping would be worse. And I know how this goes. Time will help.

Yeah, that's what you said about what happened in school too.

I buried my face into my pillow, letting it absorb the tears. I would get past this. I had to.

Time would have to help on this one. I would never forget it, but maybe, after awhile it wouldn't hurt so much.

That was the only hope I had right now, and I'd take it.

I don't know when I fell asleep, but at least someone somewhere was being merciful enough to let me have a least one nightmare free night.

I went back to Quantico, and went onto the next case like normal.

And I realized, no matter how trite the phrase, no matter how corny it may sound, I had the greatest friends in the world to help me through this. I wasn't alone.



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