Disclaimer: I own nothing of Criminal Minds and NCIS but my own characters.

A/N: …Nope. I got nothing. I guess I'll just start.

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Back at the squad room, McGee was sitting with his head in his hands, Gibbs was at his desk thinking and drinking his coffee, and Tony and Ziva were watching them both. The elevator doors opened and the BAU team lead by Hotch stepped out. "We're looking for Special Agent Gibbs," he announced.

"Yeah. That's me," he said sharply getting up from his desk. "What do you want?"

"I'm SSA Hotchner with the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit," he introduced. "I worked on the Emma McGee case ten years ago and received a call from Special Agent Timothy McGee requesting our help on his daughter's kidnapping."

"We're perfectly capable of handling this ourselves," Gibbs growled eyebrows furrowed.

"Oh, I'm quite sure of that," Hotch said. "However, with more minds working on it together, we may just find Ms. McGee faster and with minimal injury. I do not need your permission, Agent Gibbs, despite what you may think. Because this was a Bureau case before, it is still one now and I am at liberty to take it from you. However, seeing as Tim is your agent, I am willing to work in conjunction with you and your team."

Gibbs pondered this for a moment and then reluctantly nodded. "This Special Agent DiNozzo and Officer David," he introduced curtly.

"SSA Rossi, Morgan, Prentiss, Dr. Reid, our liaison Agent Jareau, and technical analyst Garcia," Hotch riled off. "Let's all get to work."

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Emily and Morgan were partnered up with Tony to go over to McGee's home. They he to process the crime scene. Reid, Garcia, Ziva, and McGee went down to Abby's lab to get Garcia set up and so Reid and Ziva could work on victimology. Rossi, Hotch, and Gibbs were pondering over the possible profile. JJ had gone to make sure the media didn't get wind of this. At least, not yet.

As Tony, Morgan, and Emily drove to McGee's home Tony, furrowed his brow, trying to remember any time he noticed something out of place, something that could be explained with McGee having a kid. "I never knew McGeek had a family. Maybe that's why he didn't go on dates often," Tony pondered aloud.

"You teased him about it?" Morgan asked with a half smile.

"Yeah, but now I feel kind of bad." Morgan laughed. "What's so funny?" Tony asked.

"Nothing. I just remember when Reid would tell me about a 'late night' and I would taunt him a little. When he was kidnapped I regretted doing it. I guess you and me are a lot alike."

"Oh, you mean that skinny kid with the sweater vest and messanger bag? You boss introduced him as Dr. Something…"

"Reid. And yeah," he said with a smile.

"Well, I can see why you teased him. He looks so…"

"Geeky?' Emily finished.

"Yeah. Even more so that McGoogle," Tony said and the two other agents laughed.

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Riding down in the elevator was Garcia, Reid, McGee, and Ziva. Reid didn't normally interview the victims families and was surprised that Hotch had assigned him to this. But, he didn't argue with his boss so this is what he was going to do.

"Your boss, Hotchner was it? said something about victim-something. What is that? And why do we need to know about it?" Ziva asked Reid.

"Victimology," Reid responded, "is in essence, why this victim. Why Sophie and Emma? Does it have to do with just them, or maybe having to do with Agent McGee? If we figure that out, we'll probably figure out who took her and where he's keeping her."

"Really?" Ziva asked raising her eyebrows. "It sounds like a lot of guess work to me."

"Yeah," Reid replied. "And it may sound like guess work but when you really look at it, it's a science. It's what we're trained to do. As NCIS agents, you're trained as crime scene investigators. In other words, you're trained to figure out the 'how'. Being a profiler, I'm trained to figure out the 'why'." He spouted all if this off very quickly.

"Reid. Reid, hon. Don't overload them," Garcia said placing a hand lightly on his chest stopping him.

"Right," he said with a small smile. "Sorry."

The doors dinged and opened to Abby's lab. Rock music blasted towards them and facing her computers, she was bobbing her head to the beat of the song. "Abby!" McGee yelled. "Turn the music down!"

"Sorry!" she shouted back, turning the stereo down.

"Abbs, this is Penelope Garcia, the BAU technical analyst," McGee told her back to his normal voice.

"What's up Abbster," Garcia said with a smile, much to everyone's surprise.

"Nothing much Penny," Abby replied as they hugged. "You coming to set up?"

"Yep. Let me introduce Dr. Spencer Reid."

"Ooh, you were right Penny. He is really cute." McGee and Ziva turned to look at the young doctor, who had turned a deep shade of red.

Garcia giggled. "Don't worry baby boy. She won't be asking you out any time soon." Both of the NCIS agents looked from Garcia to Reid, curious at the nickname given to him.

Ziva was the first to get back to business. "Abby, do you have anywhere, where we can talk to McGee?" she asked.

"Sure," she replied. "Over there." She pointed to the ballistics lab where she test fired weapons.

"Let's get to it," Reid said.

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They finally arrived and Tony made the familiar walk to McGee's front door. It didn't surprise him to find the door unlocked. When he walked in, there was hardly a disturbance. The only thing that seemed slightly out of place was the remote and pillows on the floor.

"This was a planned attack," Emily said to Morgan.

"How do you know that from a whole minute looking at his house?" Tony asked taking out his camera.

"The only thing that's disturbed is that pillow and remote. And that can be explained," Emily replied.

"How?"

"Teenagers are sloppy," Morgan said matter-of-factly.

Tony looked around the tiny apartment. Everthing looked how he remembered it. Except... that door. There was a door opposite of McGee's bedroom, and it was open. Every time he remembered coming here, that door was closed and McGee didn't let anyone in there. Suddenly, it all made sense. That was Sophie's room. Because McGee didn't want anyone to know about her, that door remained closed.

"The window's open!" Morgan called from inside the girl's room.

"Possible entry point?" Emily asked.

"Probably. We are on the first floor," he replied.

"He's been here before," Emily said poking her head out of the open window.

"And how do you know that?" Tony asked again.

"There are at least ten windows just on this side of the building. He'd have to know which one was Sophie's room. The Unsub probably stalked her for a time. Learned her schedule. And this was the perfect opportunity to take her."

"Hello?" a female voice called from the entry way.

When the three federal agents walked out of Sophie's room, they were face to face with a young woman. Brown hair framed her face and her brown eyes asked them silent questions. "Ma'am," Morgan said, "I'm going to have to ask you to step outside."

She obeyed but didn't go away. "What's happened? Is Tim hurt?" she begged.

"Can I ask you're name?" Tony said asserting himself.

"I'm Mia Johnson. I live next door. What's happened to Tim?"

"He isn't hurt," Tony assured her. "But his daughter is missing."

Her eyes widened and she placed a hand over her slightly open mouth. "How well do you know Tim?" Emily asked trying to keep the woman from falling apart.

"Pretty well," she replied after taking a deep breath. "When I moved in a few years ago, I was in my first year of college and on my own. Tim was the first to welcome me into the building and he helped me adjust. His daughter's a real sweetheart and we got along really well."

"Were you romantically involved?" Morgan asked.

"No," she smiled. "We're just really good friends."

"Then you know what happened to his wife?" Tony asked.

"It's just awful," she replied, her smile gone.

"We think his daughter was taken by the same man," he said.

"Oh, dear, that poor man. First his wife now his daughter. He's such a good man. I don't understand why these things keep happening to him."

"Do you remember anything unusual happening this morning around seven?" Morgan asked.

"Sorry," she replied. "I was sleeping. But if you need any help with anything you can give me a call," she said. "I hope you find that poor girl, before... I just don't think he could take it. I mean, he still hasn't gotten over Emma. I can still hear him crying out in the middle of the night."

"What do you mean?" Tony asked.

"He still has nightmares about those horrific ten days. That's why he doens't want to bring his work home with him. He's afraid Sophie'll get hurt," Mia explained.

"Thank you Ms. Johnson," Emily said. "We'll call you if we have anymore questions."

"Tell Tim I'm so sorry about this," she said just before she entered her own tried to picture McGee crying in the middle of the night about his dead wife, but he couldn't do it. Mia was right. Tim was a good man yet all these things happened to him. Maybe there was nothing out there. Maybe that's why life wasn't fair...

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A/N: I thought of this recently and thought it might make the story longer if the went to his apartment. I mean, she was taken from there so it would be a crime scene right? Well any who, it sounded like a good idea and it turned into a pretty good scene right? Well okay then. Review. :D