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เรื่องราว MidReal
Forgotten Legacy: The Last Profilers
สถานการณ์:The whole world doesn't remember who the BAU unit is but Spencer Reid does and now he have find a way to make everyone remember who his friends are
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Spencer Reid
central character, friends with other BAU members, tall with messy hair, intelligent and introverted
Derek Morgan
fellow BAU member and protector, strong bond with Spencer, muscular build, loyal and brave
Jennifer Jareau
fellow BAU member, close friend of Spencer, blonde and professional, compassionate and strategic
I was on my way to the crime scene when I realized that no one remembered the BAU.
I’d been working with the team for over a year, and we’d solved some of the most difficult cases in the country.
We were the best of the best, and we were known for it.
But as I walked through the small town in Iowa, I realized that no one knew who we were.
They didn’t know about our unit, or what we did for a living.
It was like we didn’t exist.
I stopped in my tracks, trying to figure out what was going on.
Was it possible that everyone had forgotten about us?
That seemed unlikely, but I couldn’t come up with any other explanation.
I pulled out my phone and called Jennifer Jareau, one of my closest friends on the team.
"Spencer?" she answered on the second ring.
"Have you heard from anyone else on the team?"
I asked her.
"No," she said.
"Why?"
"I’m in Iowa," I told her.
"And no one here has ever heard of the BAU."
There was a pause on the other end of the line.
"Spencer, are you sure?" Jennifer's voice was calm but tinged with confusion.
"Positive," I replied, scanning the faces of the passersby who seemed oblivious to my growing panic. "It's like we never existed."
"That doesn't make any sense," she said, her voice now more urgent. "Have you tried calling anyone else?"
"Not yet," I admitted. "I thought I'd start with you."
"Okay, stay put. I'll try to get in touch with Hotch and the others," she said before hanging up.
I stood there for a moment, feeling the weight of the situation settle over me like a heavy fog. My mind raced through possibilities, each more implausible than the last.
I needed answers, and I needed them fast.
The library was just down the street, a small brick building that looked like it had been there for decades. I hurried inside, my footsteps echoing on the polished wooden floor.
The librarian looked up from her desk as I approached.
"Can I help you?" she asked with a polite smile.
"I need to see your archives," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "Old newspapers, online databases—anything that might have information about the BAU."
"The BAU?" she repeated, her brow furrowing in confusion.
"The Behavioral Analysis Unit," I clarified. "FBI."
She shook her head slowly. "I'm sorry, but that doesn't ring a bell."
My heart sank. "Please, just let me check."
She led me to a computer terminal and left me to my search. I typed furiously, scanning through years of articles and reports. Nothing. Not a single mention of our cases or our team.
My hands trembled as I reached for my phone again. This time, I called Derek Morgan.
"Reid? What's up?" Derek's voice was its usual confident self, but it did little to calm my nerves.
"Derek, something's wrong," I said quickly. "No one here knows about the BAU."
"What do you mean?" he asked, his tone shifting to concern.
"I mean it's like we never existed," I explained. "I've checked everywhere—there's no record of us."
"That's impossible," Derek said firmly. "We’ve been all over the news for years."
"I know," I replied, frustration creeping into my voice. "But I'm telling you, there's nothing here."
There was a long pause on the other end of the line.
"Alright," Derek finally said. "Stay where you are. I'll make some calls and see what I can find out."
He hung up before I could respond.
I leaned back in my chair, staring at the blank screen in front of me. How could this be happening? It defied all logic and reason.
But one thing was clear: something—or someone—had erased us from existence.
I stood up abruptly, nearly knocking over my chair in the process. If no one else remembered us, then it was up to me to find out why.
As I walked out of the library, my phone buzzed with a new message from Jennifer: "No luck reaching Hotch or Rossi. Be careful."
I pocketed my phone and took a deep breath.
Determined to uncover the truth and restore my friends' memories, no matter the cost.
Just as I stepped onto the street, a black SUV screeched to a halt in front of me.
The door flew open and two men in dark suits jumped out.
But something in their eyes told me they weren't here to hurt me.
I took a deep breath and stepped into the SUV.
The door slammed shut behind me, and the vehicle sped off almost immediately.
The men sat across from me, their expressions stern and unreadable.
"Dr. Reid, we know you remember the BAU," one of them said, his voice steady but urgent.
My heart raced as I tried to process his words.
"Who are you?" I demanded, my voice sharper than I intended.
The man leaned forward, his eyes locking onto mine.
"We work for a covert agency," he said quietly. "We need your help to restore the BAU's existence."
My mind spun with questions, but I forced myself to focus on the immediate situation.
"Why me?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.
"Because you're the only one who remembers," he replied simply.
"And because we believe you have the skills to help us fix this."
I nodded cautiously, still unsure of what was happening but knowing I had no other choice.
"Alright," I said. "What do you need me to do?"
The SUV continued to speed through the streets, the cityscape blurring past the windows.
"We'll explain everything once we get to a secure location," the man said.
"For now, just know that time is of the essence."
I glanced at my phone, seeing missed calls from Jennifer and Derek.
They must be worried sick.
"We don't have much time," I said urgently. "My team—they're trying to figure out what's going on too."
The man nodded. "We know. And we'll need their help as well. But first, we need to make sure you're safe."
I couldn't shake the feeling of dread that had settled in my stomach, but there was also a flicker of hope.
If these men were telling the truth, then maybe—just maybe—we could set things right.
The SUV took a sharp turn, and I grabbed onto the seat to steady myself.
"Where are we going?" I asked, trying to keep track of our route.
"A safe house," the man replied. "It's not far now."
As we drove, I couldn't help but think about all the cases we'd solved together—the lives we'd saved and the criminals we'd caught.
It was unthinkable that all of that could just disappear.
But if there was even a chance we could bring it all back, I had to take it.
Finally, the SUV pulled up in front of an unassuming building in a quiet neighborhood.
The men ushered me inside quickly, glancing around as if expecting trouble at any moment.
Once inside, they led me down a narrow hallway and into a small room with a table and chairs.
"Sit," one of them instructed.
I did as he asked, my mind racing with possibilities and questions.
He pulled out a folder and placed it on the table in front of me.
"This is everything we know so far," he said. "Read it carefully. We need your expertise to understand what we're dealing with."
I opened the folder and began scanning through the documents inside—reports, photos, diagrams—all detailing some kind of elaborate conspiracy.
As I read, pieces of the puzzle started falling into place.
It was clear that someone had gone to great lengths to erase any trace of the BAU's existence.
But why? And how?
"We believe there's a rogue element within our own government," the man explained. "They've been working in secret to dismantle organizations like yours."
"But why?" I asked again, feeling more confused than ever.
"Power," he replied simply. "Control. They see units like the BAU as threats to their agenda."
I shook my head in disbelief. "This is insane."
"Maybe," he said. "But it's real. And we need your help to stop them."
Before I could respond, my phone buzzed again—another call from Derek.
"We have to act quickly," I said urgently. "They're getting suspicious."
The man nodded. "Agreed. Let's move."
My phone rang, the screen lighting up with Jennifer's name.
I answered quickly, hearing her anxious voice on the other end.
"Spencer, are you safe?" she asked, her words rushed.
"I'm fine," I assured her, glancing around the room. "But I can't talk long."
"Good," she said, relief evident in her tone. "Derek found something. He thinks there's a rogue element within the government trying to erase us."
"I know," I replied, my eyes locking onto the men who were now gesturing for me to sit at a table covered with maps and files. "I'm with some people who are trying to help."
"Be careful," Jennifer warned. "We don't know who we can trust."
"I will," I promised. "I'll stay in touch."
I ended the call and pocketed my phone, turning my attention to the men.
"Sit," one of them instructed again, pointing to a chair.
I took a seat, my eyes scanning the maps and documents spread out before me.
The room was dimly lit by a single overhead lamp, casting long shadows on the walls.
"We need to move quickly," one of the men said, his voice low and urgent. "This is what we've uncovered so far."
He pointed to a map marked with red circles and lines connecting various locations.
"These are sites where we believe the rogue element has been operating," he explained. "They've been systematically dismantling units like yours."
I nodded, absorbing the information. "What do you need me to do?"
"We need your expertise to identify patterns and predict their next move," he said, handing me a dossier filled with crucial information. "Time is of the essence."
I opened the dossier and began flipping through the pages, each one revealing more about the conspiracy we were up against.
Photos of key figures, lists of covert operations, and detailed reports on their activities filled the pages.
"We believe their next target is here," he said, pointing to a location on the map circled in red. "We need to act swiftly to prevent it."
I felt the weight of our mission pressing down on me.
Lives were at stake, and failure was not an option.
"I'll do everything I can," I said firmly.
The man nodded. "Good. We'll be in touch with further instructions. For now, focus on this dossier and find us a lead."
I glanced at my phone again, thinking of Jennifer and Derek.
They were counting on me.
"We'll stop them," I said with determination.
The men exchanged glances before one of them spoke again. "We have faith in you, Dr. Reid. Now go."
With that, I stood up from the table and headed for the door.
The room seemed even darker now, but there was a flicker of hope in my chest.
If we could uncover this rogue element and restore our existence, then maybe—just maybe—we could set things right.
As I stepped out into the hallway, my phone buzzed once more.
It was another message from Jennifer: "Stay safe. We're all in this together."
I took a deep breath and replied quickly: "You too. I'll keep you updated."
Shoving my phone back into my pocket, I tightened my grip on the dossier.
There was no time to waste.
Every second counted in this race against an unseen enemy.
I pushed open the door leading outside and stepped into the cool night air.
The city lights flickered in the distance as I made my way down the street.
There was no turning back now.
Suddenly, headlights flashed as another black SUV pulled up beside me.
The door swung open and a familiar voice called out urgently: "Get in!"
Without hesitation, I jumped inside as the vehicle sped off into the night.
