Shawn woke up to the two men who had kidnapped, arguing. He couldn't really make out what they were saying, but he was pretty sure it was about what they were planning.

"I say we just shoot them both and get rid of their bodies," Rollins said.

Them, bodies, Shawn thought. Who else is here?

Shawn looked around him real quick looking for anyone else, when he heard a third voice enter the conversation.

"I'd advise against that," the voice stated.

Shawn quickly located the person who owned the voice, who was few feet to his left and said, "I agree with mystery person."

"Both of you shut up," Rollins ordered before walking out of the room.

Longmore not far behind.

Shawn looked at the other man. The man was duct taped to a table leg. He appeared to have taken quite a beating, probably no more than half an hour ago.

"Who are you," the man asked.

"Shawn Spencer, psychic detective for the SBPD," Shawn replied. "Your turn."

"Agent Dr. Spencer Reid, FBI," the man answered.

"Seriously," Shawn asked. "No offense but you don't look like a FBI agent."

The agent sighed and said, "I'm a profiler for the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit in Quantico, Virginia."

"Oh," Shawn said. "Let me guess you, were on vacation, saw something you weren't supposed and now you're here with me."

"No," Reid replied. "Not even close. My team and I were on a case investigating a series of robberies that were linked to one James Rollins. I may or may not have placed this station as his last known work place and come out here of a hunch."

"Who's James Rollins," Shawn asked.

"The one that wants to kill us," Reid answered. "For a psychic, you don't know a lot."

Shawn looked at him in a funny way and said, "My visions have been kind of jumbled up since I got shot and hit in the back of the head, so excuse me for asking a few questions."

"I have a question," Reid said.

"Shoot," Shawn said, before realizing what was coming out of his mouth. "I meant that figuratively."

"I know," Reid said. "Now, did you really kick out that tail light?"

"Yeah," Shawn said, taking a moment to admire his handy work. Or was it footy work? Eh, he had more important things to worry about.

"Reid this my fifth message. Hotch needs you at the station to help give a profile," Morgan said in his phone as he walked into the LA Field Office.

"Still no answer," JJ asked when she saw Morgan.

"No, and I'm starting to worry," Morgan replied putting his phone away.

"Maybe his phone is dead or is still sleeping. I mean we didn't get back to the hotel until like four in the morning," Emily said when she saw her two colleagues.

"Knowing Reid, I doubt it," Morgan said. "The kid practically lives off of only a few hours of sleep and coffee."

"I'll call Garcia and have her track his phone," JJ said taking out her phone and calling Garcia.

"Domain of Endless Knowledge. How may I serve you today," Garcia said answering her phone.

"Hey, Pen," JJ said.

"If it's still about that background check on Rollins. I sent it to Reid about three hours ago," Garcia replied.

"What was in the file," JJ asked, putting her phone on speaker.

"He hasn't told you yet," Garcia asked, confused.

"He's not even with us," JJ answered. "We need you to track is phone."

"On it," Garcia said as she began typing away at lightning fast speed.

"Nada. I can't track," Garcia said, in a defeated tone. "It's either shut off, broken or dead."

"Send us the Rollins background check, maybe we can figure out where he is that way," JJ said.

"On it," Garcia said and hung up.