Panic is a sudden desertion of us, and a going over to the enemy of our imagination.
- Christian Nestell Bovee
Chapter One
T + 90 minutes
Morgan
Another case. Another killer. Another board full of pictures of dead young women. Just another day.
Only not, because one of the victims looked a lot like a victim from a year before. "Hey." Morgan said as he noticed Spencer spending a bit too much time looking at that particular picture. "You okay?"
"Sure, why wouldn't I be?"
Morgan nodded at the picture, the one with brown hair, light eyes, pale skin, an unselfconscious smile. "I'm just worried that that might be a reminder."
Spencer looked at it another long moment. "It is." He admitted. "But it doesn't feel as overwhelming as it did. Don't get me wrong, it still hurts, but it feels lighter, like there might be room for other things."
Morgan nodded, satisfied. "That's the way it works."
Then Hotch's phone rang. "Yes Director." Every head in the room turned to look at him, and so everyone in the room saw the blood leave his face. "Yes, Sir, of course," he hung up the phone. "Leave everything where it is, we're heading back to DC. A team from Major Sex Crimes is coming out to cover for us. JJ," Hotch took her outside the door.
"What the hell?" Morgan asked.
Just as his tablet bleeped and a pale, shaking Garcia appeared on the screen they heard JJ's keening moan. "Did the Director call?" Garcia asked.
"Babygirl, what's going on?" Morgan asked her in reply.
"Henry's been kidnapped."
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Note: Yes, new story. Set one year after 08x12 "Zugzwang" and spoilers up to that point, but not related to any other story.