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Later on that night, Spencer didn't want to go to sleep. He didn't want to risk having another nightmare like the one he had about his mother and Maeve. He knew he had to sleep though. And deep down, he wanted to have pleasant dreams. "If the alarm blares tomorrow mornin', you're sleepin' with someone else." Derek scolded. "Again-it's not my fault!" Spencer muttered to himself. Spencer didn't have the time to think about forgetting. He wanted to get this possible nightmare over with.

Spencer started having these nightmares just before the BAU team was to go to Chattanooga, Tennessee to solve...

That night, Spencer had his most saddest nightmare yet. He was at the BAU. In his ghostly form nevertheless! "Why am I ghostly at the BAU?" he asked himself. He soon found himself at the round таблица with a teary-eyed JJ. "JJ, what's the matter?" he asked his voice filled with a high level of concern. "How do I tell you?" JJ asked tearfully.

"JJ, Ты can tell me ANYTHING." Spencer tried to reassure. "I can't." JJ cried. "Yes Ты can." Spencer calmed. JJ cried silently as she gathered up her words. "They want me back at the Pentagon." she blurted out as she completely broke down. "What? They can't...