So this is from Prentiss' cat Sergio's point of view. Kind of a weird way to write it, but I think his feelings are similar to the teams' in a lot of ways.
It has been months since I last saw her. The last time she was here, she only stayed for a few minutes. She came with a man, took something from her metal box, and left again. She didn't feed me. She didn't pet me. She didn't acknowledge me at all. And I haven't seen her since.
I waited in the apartment for a while. When I got hungry, I would simply find a bird or squirrel from outside. But I continued sleeping in the apartment. At least, I did until the people came. They took my human's stuff away from me and replaced it with new, unfamiliar things. A few months later, new people came into the apartment and stayed. They kept the doors and windows closed and I could no longer get in. But I could hear the unfamiliar voices, smell the unfamiliar scents.
I learned to sleep outside, to find all my food, and to protect myself. Deep down, I knew she wasn't coming back, but I still stopped by the apartment every day just to check. She was kind to me, she fed me, and she always scratched behind my ear in just the right spot. Maybe I hadn't known her for very long, but I missed her. I wasn't used to this, wasn't used to relying on humans. But I couldn't deny that I missed her.
It has been months since I last saw her. Still, I think about her every day and I find myself coming back to the apartment in some desperate hope that she has returned for me.