Wow… A lot of people wanted me to continue the story… I woke up and found so many emails just for this story! Also, if I don't update regularly, it's because my dinosaur of a laptop finally died on me and I have to wait until February to get a new one T~T I hope you enjoy the second chapter of Forgotten!
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"Are you sure? We can't get everybody riled up just because you have a hu-"
"I know it's him!" Garcia interrupts him, "I was doing some snooping around and I was using facial recognition to see if there are any recent photos of him, you know? I found one on Facebook, the social networking site, where he's in the background of a picture, just sitting there like he doesn't have a care in the world!" She slams a picture on the desk and Hotch fights back a flinch at the sudden sound before looking down at a picture of two teenage girls, laughing in the middle of a sidewalk, and people sitting at a café in the background. Garcia slips another picture in front of Hotch and his eyes slightly widen in surprise at what he sees.
It's a blown-up picture of one of the people sitting in one of the café's in the background. And sitting there, drinking from a cup and reading the newspaper, is Spencer Reid, their missing agent for almost a year. The dark-haired man looks up to an excited Garcia before looking down at the picture again, not believing his eyes.
"…And this is recent?" She quickly nods her head multiple times as she watches his eyes trail down to the picture again, trying to take in the fact that they found him. They can finally reunite their broken family.
He stands up and walks out of the office, Garcia close behind, and ignores the looks he gets from the rest of the team as he goes straight towards the bubbly analyst's office.
"What was that about?" Morgan sits down on his chair, not taking his eyes away from here he had just seen his baby girl and boss run off to her office.
Prentiss looks up from her file and towards where Morgan was currently staring. "I don't know, but I hope it's a case. Even if we do deal with crazy people, I just want a reason to get away from all this paperwork." Morgan doesn't reply he just starts on his small pile of files, thinking back to all the times he snuck his own files in with Reid's.
'No Morgan,' He mentally berates himself, 'don't go down that road. You will just end up blaming yourself for everything and there's nothing you can do now, so no point in making yourself feel guilty about it.'
Prentiss briefly glances back up to Morgan and frowns when she sees a drastic change in his behavior from before. She lightly sighs and closes her folder, leaning back into the chair. Just at that moment, Hotch comes rushing down the hall, a manila folder in hand, and knocks on JJ's door, walking in a moment later. Morgan and Prentiss share a look before standing up, feeling that their boss and media liaison are going to come out of that door any second and declare that they have a case.
A few minutes later, Hotch comes out, looking more serious than ever, followed by a teary-eyed JJ. "Meeting. Now." Garcia comes out of her office and stands at the top of the stairs, waiting for Morgan and Prentiss.
"Baby girl, what's going on?" He places his hand on her shoulder, worried about the dried tear tracks running down her cheeks. Garcia doesn't reply, only smiles and leads them into the room, sitting down in one of the chairs. Morgan and Prentiss follow her and sit on either side of her, worriedly looking around at their team. "Hotch, man, what's going on?" Morgan repeats, hoping to finally get and answer about why Garcia and JJ are in tears, yet still look happy.
JJ stands in the front of the room, using her remote to turn on the projector and a picture of their missing agent from when he first joined the BAU popped up. Morgan tensed and Prentiss slightly gasped, both wondering if something had happened to Reid.
"A few days ago, a picture was taken by two girls." Said picture comes up next, the same picture that Garcia had shown Hotch not five minutes ago, "They were visiting Greenbelt, Maryland for family purposes and they took pictures everywhere they went." The background of the picture is zoomed in on and shows one of the café's in the back, a Starbucks, and there they see a brown-haired man, sipping from a cup and reading a local newspaper.
"We have to treat this like any other case." Hotch breaks the silence, "If we don't we will be kicked off and a different team will take over. Got it?" Everybody silently nods, not taking their eyes away from the photo. "Wheels up in twenty." They all rush out of the room and think the same thing, 'He's alive.'
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Well, I hope I didn't disappoint any of you wonderful people. I'll try to get the next chapter up by the beginning of next week, but no promises! Please review, they make me update faster!