A/N: The first chapter contains mostly of the scenes from Season 6 Episode 14 "Sense Memory". Enjoy! :)

I DON'T OWN CRIMINAL MINDS.

"Two times in one year, huh?" Spencer Reid heard Derek Morgan commented when their technical analyst, Penelope Garcia announced that their next case is in Los Angeles. His heart went berserk, beating twice faster than its normal pace. He always felt that way whenever the team will be working on a case in the City of Angels.

"Remind me again why it's called the City of Angels." David Rossi, the eldest agent among the team, asked. As usual, Spencer didn't even think twice to answer the question.

"It was originally called the Town of Our Lady the Queen of Angels." And as usual, his teammates gave him weird looks and stares which made him stop talking and blurt out, "That was a rhetorical question, wasn't it?"

The only answer he got was a smirk from Morgan, an amused look from Rossi and Hotch, and again, a weird look from Prentiss. They continued to discuss the case and Spencer, though reading the file, have been continuously thinking about L.A. and replayed in his head the things that happened there five years ago.

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There were few things that Spencer regretted doing and not doing in his life. On top of that list was his addiction to Dilaudid after he was kidnapped. Second, when he accused his father of murder. Next, when he didn't call Lila Archer after they separated ways outside the police station.

The first two months after they left LA, he did try to call but his fear made him back out. He will dial her number, which he already memorized without even breaking a sweat, but after a few seconds will think twice and would decide to just forget about the whole thing. He knew it was a coward thing to do but he thought, "What good it will do? She is an actress, a Hollywood Actress, while I'm just an awkward FBI agent who doesn't have a single idea how to deal with girls. Especially a girl like her."

Now that they're on the jet to L.A., he feels so nervous he couldn't help himself but to babble a lot and couldn't stop eating candies every passing minute. He even made a cup of tea to calm down but to no avail.

After arriving in the police station, Hotch decided to visit the morgue with Rossi. Morgan and Prentiss interviewed the family of the latest victim and Spencer immediately started working with the geographical profile. He thought that while he will be so busy working, he can keep his mind from thinking about Lila.

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It was just a couple of hours when they landed but the team already had a lead. They found out that the unsub have been hunting his victims through a gypsy cab. The team gathered around a table with Garcia on the speaker phone.

"I checked all seven cab companies that service the Hollywood and Vermont area," Spencer felt as if a bolt of lightning struck him when he heard Hollywood. "And none of the drivers reported picking anyone between 11 o'clock and 12 o'clock, the night Linda went missing."

Since Morgan was just sitting across him, he tried to look unmoved as much as possible. Being one of the best profilers in the BAU, Morgan will surely suspect something is up with him if he will not be cautious with his actions. Last time they went on a case with Detective Kim a year ago, it made Spencer very uncomfortable since JJ reminded him of Lila's case while they were still on the jet. Morgan and Prentiss didn't stop bugging him even after the case was closed and they were back in Quantico.

"You didn't call her, did you?" Spencer remembered Morgan asking him. He just looked back at Morgan and nodded. "You know kid, never let chances like that slip away... again. We both know you still like her."

"Yeah. Taxis are tracked more than Gaga's twitter." Garcia said over the line which brought Spencer back to reality. He heard the analyst say something that his big brain could not decrypt.

"What does that mean?" He asked.

"I'll explain to him Garcia." Rossi, who was standing just behind him, interrupted.

"Yeah, teach him how to worship the other lady G, boss." Garcia replied which made Spencer more confused. Is 'Gaga' some sort of a goddess? He asked himself. If that's the case, I am not aware of the religion that worships her.

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The team finished giving their preliminary profile to the police officers when Hotch got a call that another body was found by a couple of mountain bikers. He and Rossi immediately left to go to the scene. Morgan and Prentiss also left the station to get an information from a woman who claims to have seen the unsub. Spencer, on the other hand, busied himself by asking Garcia's help in order to locate combinations of purchases.

While waiting for Garcia to call back, Spencer went to the station's kitchenette to grab some coffee. After taking a sip, Spencer instantly threw the cup away. It was the worst coffee he had so far.

"There's a café just a block away from here." Reid saw a police officer, probably in his 40s, with a large belly and thick moustache entering the door. "We have the worst coffee." He was holding a mug and smiled at the young genius. Spencer smiled back.

"Thanks." He exited the room and went on to buy some coffee.

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Just like what the police officer said, there is a café not too far from the station. When he went inside, Spencer was a bit surprised to see that it wasn't so small.

"Hi. What can I get you, sir?" a redhead teenager behind the counter said. Spencer squint a little to read the menu.

"Uh, grande cappuccino please."

"Would you like anything else to add, sir?" he looked back at the menu and contemplated whether to add a toasted bagel.

"Add a toasted bagel too."

"That will only be $5."

Spencer was busy searching for his wallet when he heard the swing door open with a ding. He gave his payment to the teen, grabbed his coffee and bagel, and was about to head for the door when a voice halted him.

"Just the usual, Karen." For the first time in his life, Spencer Reid, the youngest genius in the BAU department with an eidetic memory, an IQ of 187, and has the ability to read 20000 words per minute, couldn't place the voice to its owner. But he was very sure that he already heard it somewhere. Abruptly turning around, he faced her. Blonde hair, approximately 5'7", medium built, and someone Spencer already met in the past. She was waiting patiently for her coffee and Spencer took some time to approach her.

"Lila?"

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