Reid entered his apartment. His eyes were red from crying and his face felt puffy and hot. He couldn't get the thought of one of his close friends dying out of his head. All he wanted to do was curl up in a ball and wait for things to clear up. But he was afraid that if he did he'd miss saying goodbye. He was tired of constantly having to worry about losing someone close to him. He was tired of hurting. But it all came with his job.

Reid walked to the bathroom, dragging his feet as he went. He needed to escape. Turning on the tap he stood under the hot water letting it wash away his fears and problems. He knew that it wasn't a permanent cure but he couldn't think about that now. He stood there for about an hour letting his mind go through facts and statistics. He wanted simply to not think at all, but for him that was utterly impossible.

Stepping out of the shower Reid could feel the dread of the day returning, it creped slowly into his bones. Reid almost ran into his bedroom. He covered his head with the blankets and plunged into a restless sleep.

***/**/***

Morgan couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so much pain. His heart was beating so fast in his chest that he thought it was about to explode. He could see his team all around him working on the case but couldn't call out. He was afraid that if he tried his heart would shoot out the bullet wound.

All he could do was lay there and try to control his breathing but even that seemed to be on hyper drive. His chest tightened and then there was nothing. His heart beat was gone. His breath was gone. He heard the faint cries of the machines around him and knew he was about to do die. The last thing he did before he blacked out was say goodbye, though no one was listening.

***/**/***

Garcia was thrown into a small room over top of the cellar they were placed in. JJ was only a few feet below with another kidnapped soul. She wondered who it was but didn't have time to complete her thoughts. The man returned with an evil grin painted on his face.

Garcia could now see his features now with the day coming through the window on her right. He was tall with dark brown hair and a chiselled face. If he wasn't an idiotic, sadistic kidnapper, Garcia might have actually considered him as a good looking person. Garcia dismissed any thought of him being attractive, he was about to kill her for god's sakes!

The man crossed the room and knelt down to Garcia who was lying on the floor. She tried to move backwards but she eventually found herself pressed against the wall. The man chuckled, "Well, well, well, I hope I didn't do too much trouble to your little boyfriend the other day. He wasn't part of the plan, but If I say so myself... he got what he deserved," The man stocked Garcia's cheek.

Garcia let out a shaky breath, "Don't touch me," She tried to say. Her voice caught in her throat.

"What's that? What did you say?" The man said coyly.

"Don't touch me!" Garcia got the nerves to yell. She struck him in the face making minimal damage.

The man rubbed his cheek where her fist made contact and chuckled, "Don't touch you me! Don't touch me!" He said in a mocking voice. He laughed, "I can do whatever I want!"

***/**/***

Hotch passed in the waiting room. It'd been an hour since they'd been ushered out of Morgan's room. He grew more and more nervous. His mind was constantly focusing on the worst case scenario. He'd sent the team home for rest, but he wished that he had someone right now to support him, to keep his mind off of Morgan dying.

Hotch finally sat down in the abandoned room. He looked at his watch, 2:00am, they'd been at the hospital all day and Garcia and JJ had been with the unsub for about 24 hours. They still didn't have any leads. Without Garcia, it was almost impossible! Hotch saw a familiar doctor walking towards him and got up.

"Agent Hotchner?" He asked. Morgan nodded and he continued, "Agent Morgan had a heart attack. Now this is common for people who've been injured so close to the heart. He stopped breathing for a while and his heart stopped, but after three tries we were able to resuscitate him," He gave Hotch and encouraging smile, "I apologize for the wait but we wanted to make sure he was stable before we said anything. He is awake if you would like to speak to him. Just a reminder, visiting hours ended a few hours ago, but I'll make an exception," He excused himself and Hotch made his way down to Morgan's room.

He stopped at the door. Morgan's hands were rubbing his face as if he'd just been crying. Hotch knocked on the archway, "How you feeling?"

Morgan looked up and relief flood his face momentarily, "Could be better," He said in a shaky voice, "Did you find Garcia and JJ yet? Are they alright?" He was stumbling over his words.

Hotch's face grew sombre, "I'm sorry Morgan, we haven't found them yet. We're actually a little lost. Listen, I have to go. Tomorrow the team and I will be back and we'll go through the profile again. Maybe you even saw something, " He gave a small smile and left the room.

Morgan sighed. His Garcia was still out there. She was still in danger. It was his fault.