We may encounter many defeats but we must not be defeated.

-Maya Angelou

SSA Spencer Reid blinked awake to the sight of his ceiling above him. Giving a sleepy yawn, he raised himself up off the small couch and looked over at the clock. 9:30. Hotchner had given the team permission to come in at 10:00 since they had just finished a case. With a bleary eyes gaze, he looked down at the case files on his lap. He remembered that J.J had asked for his help on choosing a certain case, and that he had fallen asleep on the couch while going through them. Again.

Spencer picked up the case files and set them on a nearby coffee table. He then proceeded to pass the time by putting books back in the bookshelf, picking up loose papers, and making a small breakfast.

He was sitting on the couch drinking a small mug of coffee when he happened to glance back over at the clock. He still had about twenty minutes, but it wouldn't hurt if he was a little early. He picked up his light brown leather satchel and slung it over his shoulder. Reid was about to turn the door knob when he heard his phone ring.

"Hello?" He spoke into the small mobile phone.

He was mildly surprised to find nothing on the other line except for labored breathing. He hang up the phone with a small frown and thought I'm going to have to talk to Hotch about this.

Brushing a small wisp of his brunette hair away from his intense brown eyes, he turned the knob and walked out. Stepping into the dingy hallway, he took a look around. I'm probably just being paranoid, he thought to himself. With a light sigh, he stepped toward the stairwell. He was about halfway down when he spotted someone ascending from the opposite direction.

"Are you Dr. Spencer Reid?" The woman asked him.

Immediately, Spencer could see that something was off. Perhaps it was the way her muscles were tensed, or maybe that her hands were clenching and unclenching that tipped him off. Spencer couldn't tell exactly what it was, but he had learned to trust his instincts.

With a cautious glance, he replied, "Yes. and who might you be?"

The woman ignored the question and said simply, "I need you to come with me. I need help."

"Um actually," Spencer began, "I think I forgot to-"

He was interrupted as he was seized from behind and his mouth was covered. He kicked out in self-defense and tried to escape the tight grasp. His body went limp before his foot could connect with the person's leg, however, as the butt of a gun was slammed into his temple.

O O O

Agent Jennifer Jereau exited her office and walked into the conference room where the rest of her team was waiting. As she walked in, she immediately noticed something missing.

"Where's Reid?" She asked. The young genius was usually here early. It wasn't like him to be late.

Morgan looked up at her from his spot at the table and clicked his pen nonchalantly. "Dunno." He answered. "Maybe you should try calling him."

"Good Idea." J.J. replied while digging her phone out of her pocket. A feeling of uneasiness settled over her as the phone went straight to voicemail.