I do not own CM or the characters
Chapter One:
Hotch was sitting at his desk, studying some case papers, when there was a knock on the door.
"Come in".
Morgan entered with a worried look on his usually humor filled face.
"Hotch have you seen Penelope this morning? She won't answer her cell."
"I'm sure she's just running late, Morgan. She should be in soon." Hotch said calmly.
"Yeah, but she's never this late. I'm going to go check on her, alright?" Morgan exclaimed anxiously.
"Only because we don't have a case today Morgan. Be back in an hour."
"Sounds good Hotch. See you in an hour." Morgan said and rushed off to find Penelope Garcia.
'Ever since she was shot, I can't stand to let her out of my sight." Morgan thought.
'Maybe I'm being a little to over protective.'
Morgan arrived at Penelope's house, and knocked on her door, wrestling down his anxiety.
"Hey Baby girl, what's going on? We have work you know!"
Morgan waited for a reply.
'She must be in the shower' he thought.
"C'mon Garcia, open up!"
There was still no answer. Morgan knocked on her door one last time, and then opened the door.
'What the hell happened here?' Morgan thought, as he looked around Garcia's house in utter dismay.
There were books and papers scattered on the floor, pictures were smashed, and drawers had been left hanging wide open.
"Baby girl!" Morgan yelled as he frantically searched the house for any signs of the missing Penelope Garcia.
He took out his phone to call Hotch.
"Aaron Hotchner."
"Hotch! It's me Morgan. I think she's been kidnapped! Her house has been robbed and I can't find her anywhere!"
"Morgan, calm down. We're on our way over now."
"Alright. This is my entire fault! I was supposed to check on her this morning, but I got side tracked!"
"Morgan! You have to stay calm. If we're going to find her, we all need to keep our emotions at bay."
Morgan hung up and looked around.
"Penelope Garcia, what are we going to do now." he muttered under his breath, fighting back the worried tears in his eyes.