24 hours missing


He surmised that he was being drugged, that was the only way to explain why he was losing conscientiousness and track of time, and since he hadn't been given anything to drink nor eat since his captivity so he figured the drugs had been administered in a gaseous form. His mind and body were wired and under normal circumstances he wouldn't have been able to rest or sleep. But now he found himself crashing awake; sluggishly trying to regain his bearings.

The first thing that hit him was the cool and refreshing air that told him that he had been moved from the musty cellar he had been kept in. The next thing to spike his senses was the fact that he was lying on his back and against something very soft yet firm. He shot out his hands, which were no longer bound together, and pushed them against the softness beneath him and instantly knew he was lying on a bed. He bolted upright and instantly bright lights came on, all around him. He had to squint and hold his hands up to block the blinding light while his sensitive eyes adjusted. When they finally did he was able to assess his surroundings. He appeared to be in a very large, thick plexi-glassed room. On the inside of the room was a bed and small dresser and in the corner a shower and toilet. On the outside of the see through room, he couldn't see much due to all the lights the shone in on him from all sides. What he could tell from what he saw was that someone had gone through a lot of trouble and seemed to have put a lot of thought into his kidnapping.

"Hello, is there anybody out there?" He called out as he banged on the glass, which held sturdy. Who the hell is out there, what do you want from me?" He paused for several long moments awaiting a reply and when none came he moved back to the bed and flopped down on it. It was then that he noticed he was no longer wearing his clothes; but wore only his white tank top and boxers. He rubbed his hands over his shaven head, trying the rack his brain for any possible suspects.


Elsewhere


She had spent the last 4 hours pacing the floor of her small office, completely lost. She and the others had pulled an all-nighter, all had remained in the office working on leads that might undercover who had taken Morgan and to where, because they all knew that the first 48 hours was the most critical time, if they wanted to recover the missing person 'alive'.

"Penny," Kevin spoke to her softly from his spot seated at her desk. She kept pacing as if she hadn't heard him, and truly she hadn't. "Penelope," He called to her again but louder. And she stopped in her tracks and swirled her head around to face him.

"What?" She snapped irritated that her train of thought had been interrupted. He shrugged back a bit apprehensively.

"Maybe you should take a break get something to eat, sleep…"

"SLEEP!" She yelped out and he flinched back a bit frightened, not used to seeing her so worked up. The only time she had ever looked this worked up was when something happened to her babies, but even then it had never been 'this' bad. "Morgan is out there alone having only God knows what done to him, and you expect me to sleep?"

"I was only suggesting it because you've been working this non stop for nearly a day now, you're exhausted, and…"

"If you're tired then you should leave, by all means, but don't you dare tell me I should because I won't, I can't until I get Morgan back. Not until I can hold him in my arms and make sure that he's safe." Kevin's shoulders slumped and his heart sank a bit at her words.

"You love him don't you?" He asked in a hushed tone.

"Of course I love him he's my best friend." She spoke around a sneer, angry that he seemed to want to waste time asking such stupid questions, he already knew the answers to, instead of helping her find Morgan.

"No I mean you're…you're in love with him."

"For fuck sake, Kevin I cannot have this argument with you 'again', not right now, get out." She pointed to the door and he slowly stood and made his way to it.

"I thought that you and I had something, I thought maybe…someday…we'd," He sighed, feeling defeated. Then he sniffed back the tears that wanted to fall and straightened his shoulders as he nodded his head. "You love Morgan, you deserve to be happy, I want you to be happy and apparently that's Morgan…"

"Kevin," Garcia spoke gentler now, she felt badly for speaking to him and treating him so harshly.

"No it's ok I get it now, finally. I really do want you to be happy and I'll do anything in my power to give you that happiness, so I'm going to help you get to Morgan." She bunched her brows at his words.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that in order to find Morgan we might have to go underground," He arched his brows at her and her eyes widened in surprise and shock that she hadn't considered that idea before. "You've been in this room too long playing with the white hats, you've forgotten your roots. I know some guys who can probably help us, they've got links to different satellites, tracking satellite, infrared satellite imagery." Her eyes widened even further as he continued to speak. He could tell she was excited. "But none of it's legal…"

"I don't care, if they can find Morgan that's all that matters."

"Can you make up an excuse to leave for a bit?"

"Yeah you already said it yourself, I need food and sleep. They wouldn't believe me if I told them I wanted to go home and sleep, I mean they know I'd never ever leave to go home and go to bed when Morgan's out there somewhere unaccounted for, but they will believe that I left for some food. Especially if you're with me, I'll tell them that you insisted. How soon can you meet up with your guys?"

"Actually I've already called them and asked for their help, they've already started looking into some things for me. We leave now we can get to their place in 10, 15 minutes." Her face lit up with a wide smile, and he realized that he had never seen such a smile from her directed at him before. He made a decision at that moment that he would do whatever it took to keep her just that happy.


28 Hours Missing


His mind was hazy and muddled, and instantly he knew he had been drugged again. He suspected that whoever took him would gas him to gain access to him. That told him that this perp was not someone who was confident or what he deemed as an 'alpha' type. They didn't want to have a confrontation with him. When Morgan slowly opened his eyes he was again welcomed by darkness, and a new strange feeling of warmth at his back. He leaped from the bed and the bright lights snapped on. When his eyes finally focused they landed on a body curled up on it's side, in the bed, it was obvious that it was a female, blonde, but her back was to him so he couldn't get a look at her face. She was wearing only a white slip.

"Hey lady," He called out to her but she lay there unresponsive. The more she stared at her the more she seemed familiar. He slowly moved around the bed to gain a better vantage point. "Hey are you ok?" He called out to her again, but got no reply. When he moved in front of her to get a better look he discovered that her thick blonde hair still obscured his view, so he kneeled in even closer and brushed her hair away. "No…no…no," He nearly moaned out as he cupped her face with one hand and continued to brush her hair way from her face with the other hand. "Babygirl, can you hear me." He was afraid, for the first time since he'd woken up a captive, he was now truly afraid. "Come on baby talk to me." He spoke as he checked her pulse, which was beating strong and steady. "You son-of-a-bitch, I will kill you if you've hurt her. I swear to God I will kill you." He looked out towards the lights as he spoke.

"I would never hurt Penelope," A voice filled the room and Morgan turned his head to follow it, and was stunned to see the man stand on the other side of the plexi-glass right behind where he kneeled on the floor. "I love her, and I only want to see her happy. In fact that's why I've brought her here."

"Lynch?" Morgan called out as if he couldn't trust his own eyes.