This is my first story, so I am sorry if it sucks.
I sadly do not own any of the characters from criminal minds no matter how much I love Spencer.
Spencer Reid was never late. Not once in the past nine years had there been an occasion where the Doctor had been any later then eight. This was the fist clue that the day would be far from ordinary at the BAU.
Emily Prentiss was an observant woman. She could tell you the age, nationality and relationship status of a person after a glance, so it was no surprise that she was the first to notice the unnatural absence of their resident Genius.
The quirky Genius, she often called him in her head, was missing. His desk that often contained the rambling rumpled Doctor was completely empty, his modest pile of papers were still neatly stacked in order as they had been the night before, and the usual presence of stained and half filled coffee mugs were missing. This was the second clue that the day wouldn't be any less then surprising.
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How often do you get the feeling of disorientation and discomfort? The feeling that any second something unusual and altering would occur and disrumple your precious ordinary life. 2 hours was all it took for the BAU teams lives to change. 2 hours was all it took for them to realize their lives would never be the same again.
Hotch had been sitting in his office, contemplating the various case files that could be options for a new case, when Emily came dawdling in, her hand closely intertwined twitching every so often. It didn't take a profiler to know that she was worried.
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Across town Spencer Reid had finally awoken. A dull throb in his head had surfaced creating a steady beat of a drum in his mind.
THUMP THUMP.
His mind raced to recollect his memories of the forgotten night before, and his worry only increased when the only recollection was a pair sea green eyes and the hypnotic stare they carried.
Slowly his conscious mind reappeared and his senses materialized. Only then did Spencer realize he wasn't in his apartment.