Hotch sighs and rubs at his forehead, trying to alleviate the oncoming headache. These cases lately have been hard on him and his team, making them even more frustrated than before. The black-haired man glances at his watch, despite looking at it just a minute ago, and groans. Today was going to be a long day. Not that every other day for the past four months haven't been frustrating all in themselves, the guilt of what happened then still stuck within their minds.
He shifts slightly in his chair, getting restless, waiting for anything to come up and to keep his mind busy from thinking about him. No one dares to say his name, in fear that it would bring up the memories of what happened and the guilt that they couldn't do anything to help. Garcia still tears up at the mention of him and Morgan gets angry, snapping at every little thing until being forced outside to cool down.
He basically vanished into thin air.
They had just gotten back from a case; a simple one, all the victims were found alive and untouched in the unsub's basement. Harrison Edwards, the unsub, was kidnapping women who resembled his wife who had died previously. He had a history of mental illness and the death of his wife finally made him snapped.
By the time the team had gotten to the house, he was setting up a crudely-made bomb in the basement where he was keeping the six women he had kidnapped. They were able to talk him down and he let the women out before detonating the bomb, taking the house down with him, not being able to handle the guilt.
Hewas the one to actually get the women out of the house and Morgan had to drag him away from the house before the unsub blew the bomb. They both had gotten singed by the fire and were taken to the hospital. Morgan had gotten out later that day after getting his arms wrapped up and had rushed to hisroom to see how he was doing.
That's about the time Hotch and the rest of the team arrived at the hospital. They came into the waiting room and approached the nurse's desk just as Morgan came rushing down the hallway with a furious look on his face. He looked like he was going to punch the first person to mess with him, so when he asked where hewas, the nurse quickly complied, telling Morgan the room number.
Morgan grabbed the male nurse on the collar of his scrubs and pulled him close to his face before yelling that no one was in that room. Hotch and Rossi had to use all of their strength just to get the darker man away from the scared nurse. They calmed him down enough, which wasn't much, to explain what he meant that no one was in the hospital room. Morgan merely stalked down the hallway and the two older profilers followed as JJ and Prentiss apologized to the nurse for their friend's behavior while asking him to double-check the room.
Morgan slams open the door to reveal an empty hospital room; the only signs of someone occupying it were the disheveled sheets on the bed and the abandoned food tray, food untouched. Two orderlies and a doctor came rushing into the room, the doctor ordering the other two to call security after doing a quick look around.
After security came and ushered everybody out of the room, they searched the room and found a piece of paper under the pillow, the only words on it were 'he's mine.' The security quickly checked their records and they had no reports of someone leaving the hospital unattended by the medical staff. After taking everybody's statement, they allowed the BAU to take control of the situation, seeing as it was one of their own taken.
After months of searching, they had yet to find a lead to where hewas taken; Garcia couldn't even find anything on him after that day. After a few weeks, they started slacking on their work, files and such, and Strauss had to set them straight by telling them that if they didn't start picking up the pace, she would have the case on their missing agent moved to another team. That had quickly gotten them back to their normal pace.
A knock on Hotch's door brings him back to the present and before he could say come in, a blur of yellow comes rushing in, talking so fast that Hotch has a hard time understanding her. Garcia seemed to wear even more bright colored clothes after he was taken, trying to keep the mood light even though everybody knew it was much the opposite.
"Garcia." The sharp call made her stop talking and look up at Hotch like she just realized he was there. "Why are you here?" She let out a soft 'oh' and quickly moves towards his desk, her mouth moving quickly again.
"Okay, so, I started looking again since we haven't had a case for a few days and I know that you would rather have me doing something probably more productive, but even though it might seem like a lost cause to everybody else, I refuse to give up on him and-"
"Garcia!" She quickly shuts her mouth and stares at Hotch with wide eyes as he runs a hand over his face. "Slower this time; why are you here?"
"I found him." Those three words made him freeze and he slowly looks up at the suddenly ecstatic technical analyst.
"Who?" He has to make sure. He can't get his hopes up only to have them killed on the spot by the chance of finally getting their missing family member back.
Garcia breaks out into a wide smile, a few tears making their way down her cheeks, smudging her make-up, "Reid."
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