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Morgan walked into Hotch's office and shut the door. Hotch looked up and his eyebrows rose.

"What is it Morgan?"

Morgan sighed, "You remember that house in our previous case right and the room with the furniture and books?"

Hotch nodded, how could he forget what happened. He heard a voice that came from nowhere. Morgan sighed again, "Well I found out why we heard a voice."

Hotch gave a sigh of relief, so he wasn't going crazy after all. "What was it then? A hidden speaker, some prank by the officers?"

Morgan shook his head, "Spencer, now would be a good time to appear."

Suddenly, small beams of light appeared and Spencer's form appeared so now Hotch could see him as well as Morgan.

Hotch almost fell back off his chair, "What the…"

Spencer smiled and waved, "I can control who can see me and who can't. I have to say my power has increased considerably since I left that house."

Hotch was so stunned that his mouth hung open. Spencer chuckled nervously, "I'm sorry…it must be a bit of a shock to suddenly meet a ghost from the first time."

Hotch was still too stunned to speak. Spencer's eyes rose, "Is he ok?"

Hotch was finally able to speak, "Sorry…so you're a…"

"Ghost, yeah pretty much."

They were silent for a moment until Hotch coughed slightly. "So…um…wow…"

Morgan was surprised; Hotch had always been so controlled and had the best poker face he had ever seen. Seeing Spencer and knowing he was a ghost really set him off balance.

Spencer just smiled and shrugged, "Not every day you meet a ghost I suppose…" Spencer sat in one of the chairs.

"Why were you in the house…can't you move on to…well wherever you're supposed to go?"

Spencer sighed, "I can't remember why I died so I can't cross over let. I've tried everything I could to remember but I had no luck."

Hotch and Morgan frowned.

"Do you remember your parents" asked Hotch.

Spencer shook his head. Then suddenly, Morgan had an idea.

"Hey Hotch I just remembered, Miss. Reid, his mother is still alive. Maybe she can help shed some light for him."

Spencer looked up at Morgan, "My mother..."

"Yeah Garcia can look up where she is and maybe she can help find some more info on you" said Hotch with a smile.

Spencer smiled too; maybe he can finally get some answers.

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Spencer sat in the background and watched Morgan and Hotch talk to this Garcia woman. She seemed a little wacky but he liked her already. As she typed on her computer, he was so anxious to know who he was and prayed that the answers he desperately wanted would finally be revealed.

"Found it, Diana Reid…was divorced from her husband William Reid. Their son Spencer Reid died about four years ago. They were a middle-class family; William was a lawyer at a nearby firm. They have no other children or living relatives."

"What happened to his parents" asked Morgan.

"Diana is at a sanitarium in the next town and William got remarried a year ago, he is still in the state."

Spencer froze, his parents got divorced and his mom is in…a mental hospital?"

Morgan sighed; he could clearly see that Spencer was not in the least bit happy about his mom's predicament.

"Garcia, can you give us the address" said Hotch.

"Sure…here it's printing out now."

Hotch took the directions and they left the office. Spencer followed behind them.

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In the car, Spencer sat in silence. His mind thinking over the fact that his mom was mentally ill. How did this happen?

Spencer closed his eyes.

Flashback

"Spencer it's time to wake up sweetie."

Spencer woke up to see his mom standing above him and she smiled, "Come downstairs I have some pancakes with blueberries waiting for you."

Spencer jumped out of bed and hugged his mom before they walked downstairs together.

His dad was at the table drinking coffee, "Morning Spencer."

"Morning dad."

They all sat down and ate some pancakes, laughing and talking.

End Flashback

Spencer's eyes shot open, for the first time he had a small glimmer of a memory. He saw it, his parents happy and well. The moment had small tears fall from his eyes. He could practically feel the soft blanket in his old bed, the smell of pancakes and coffee, and the warm embrace of his mother.

Morgan looked over and saw Spencer was crying.

"Kid are you ok?"

Spencer nodded, "I just had a small memory of my family, we were eating breakfast together."

Morgan and Hotch smiled, maybe by seeing his mother more memories would appear and even more importantly, Spencer would finally be able to be at peace.

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