Alright guys! Here's chapter nine! I'll cut to the chase and let you get reading. Review? Please?


Morgan stared bewildered after the elevator that had just closed, hiding his Baby Girl from view. What was wrong? Something was definitely up. Where was she going? And most importantly, why was she crying? Was she in trouble? Was it something to do with the case? A flutter of panic rose in his stomach.

He immediately stood up and sprinted through the Bullpen, jumping over a few chairs and ignoring Prentiss and Reid as they attempted to question him about his actions. He reached the elevator and pummeled the button furiously as his teammates caught up with him.

"Morgan! What-," Prentiss began.

"Somethings up with Garcia!" he said angrily, still pummeling the button.

"Shit!" he cursed loudly, giving up on the elevator and sprinting toward the door that led to the staircase. As he thundered down the stairs, he could hear Reid and Prentiss yelling after him to stop and talk to him about what happened, but he kept running, praying that he could beat the elevator.

As he burst into the main lobby, his eyes immediately shifted towards the elevator. It was open. And empty. "Dammit," he muttered to himself, wildly looking around for the tech analyst.

"Morgan, what's wrong with Garcia?" Reid asked desperately as he caught up, slightly out of breath.

"I don't know, but...There!" he yelled, seeing the corner of Garcia's skirt whip around the corner of the door leading outside. He sprinted through the lobby, which was even harder to maneuver through than the Bullpen. He nearly knocked several people over in his haste, and he could hear his teammates apologizing to everyone behind him.

Once he finally made it through the doors he paused for a fraction of a second, looking around and seeing her skirt whip around a corner into an alleyway. The question of why she was going into an alley ran through his mind, but he quickly dismissed it, preferring instead to think first and foremost about simply getting to her first.

But before he could move an inch, something came crashing down on the back of his head, sending him to the ground. The blow wasn't hard enough to knock him out, but it did leave him seeing stars. He distantly heard both Reid and Prentiss screaming at whoever it was that hit him. He also heard something heavy hit the ground, and the click of handcuffs.

As his vision cleared a bit, he looked up at the person Prentiss was escorting back into the building. It was...the Delivery man?

"The hell?" he muttered, nursing his throbbing head.


Morgan glared through the glass, grinding his teeth angrily, willing the small man sitting at the table in the interrogation room to drop dead. 'If only looks could kill' he thought to himself.

He was watching Rossi grill the Delivery man, whose name was Daniel Jacobs, about his sudden desire to attack Morgan, and how it happened to be just as a federal agent disappeared from the building. He was trying to tell them that he was so relieved that he hadn't had to deliver any letters to them that he wanted to stop in and tell them the good news, but Morgan's sudden presence outside the building startled him so much that the first thing he could think to do was slam his heavy delivery bad down on his head. Bullshit, in Morgan's opinion.

He turned away from the window towards Reid, who was standing next to him, and said, "You're sure you checked that alley completely, right?"

"Yes, Morgan, for the fourth time, I'm sure," Reid said impatiently. "The only thing I found was that one bracelet of Garcia's."

"Do you think it fell off when she struggled with him?" Morgan asked the genius, trying to block the metal image of Garcia struggling with anyone out of his mind. He could tell that they were both thinking the same thing. She must have met the UnSub.

"No. This UnSub is too neat and organized for that. He left it on purpose. He wanted us to know that she was there, and that he got her," Reid said, looking concernedly at Morgan. Which was a good thing, as another surge of white hot anger ran through him as he took in the genius's words. He nearly punched the glass in front of him.

"When I meet him, that son-of-a-bitch is going down. Hard," Morgan muttered. "And I know he had something to do with this too," he added, nodding towards the window leading into the interrogation room.

"Who would believe that idiotic story? 'He startled me so much that my reaction was to hit him over the head with my bag', honestly. I hope Rossi cracks him wide open," JJ said scathingly.

They watched the interrogation for a few more minutes, before Prentiss suddenly said, "Guys, did any of us check Garcia's office? She said she was going to go put her laptop away, maybe something there upset her!"

Before she had even finished speaking, Morgan had torn out of the little observation area and down the hall towards the office, Prentiss, Reid, and JJ abandoning the interrogation to race after him. The second he reached her office he wrenched the door open, and knew immediately that something was up with her office. She always kept her door locked when she wasn't there. Always.

He noticed a few things that were amiss about her office all at once. There was a drawer open in one of the desks that sat in her office, there were a few pieces of paper randomly laying next to her keyboard, and he noticed that she had left her purse there. He ran over to the drawer first, and saw that it was the one where she kept her fancy tech gadgets. 'Strange,' he thought.

He then walked over and picked up the papers from the table, and nearly dropped them in surprise. He was staring at a picture of his own living room. And the next picture was of Reid's, the next JJ's. He shuffled through them all, recognizing each of his teammates homes. He felt a strange mix of feelings, from confusion to foreboding to slight panic.

Next was an opened envelope. Clearly labeled 'Penelope Garcia'.

"Guys!" he said loudly, catching their attention. "She got a letter." He watched all of their faces take on first the expression of surprise, then understanding, then fear. He handed JJ the pictures to look at, then pulled the folded piece of paper out of the envelope. As he read the note, he could feel Reid over his shoulder reading too. And they both confirmed their suspicions. She had given herself up for their safety.

"Oh my god..." he heard Reid groan. Morgan then understood the meaning of the pictures. He had been inside all of their homes, and taken pictures to threaten Garcia with. Before he knew what he was doing, he found himself running down the hall toward the Bullpen. As soon as the got there, he flung Hotch's door open, ignoring the expression of surprise on his boss's face. Morgan stormed up to him and shoved the note still clutched in his hand in front of his face.

As Hotch took it from him and began reading, Morgan couldn't help but start shaking from suppressed anger, and although he wouldn't admit it, terror. He had seen what that UnSub had done to those other people that had found themselves kidnapped, and he was terrified of what would happen to his Baby Girl.

"What pictures did the UnSub send?" Hotch asked, and Morgan could tell that he was barely keeping his voice in check from the anger he was too feeling.

"Pictures taken from inside all of our houses," Morgan admitted, suddenly feeling panic. That creep had been inside his house.

"Jack!" Hotch said, snatching up his phone and quickly dialing a number to contact his sister-in-law and inform them to get out of there. Morgan knew that JJ would be doing the same and warning Will to get Henry and get out. While Hotch was on the phone, Morgan started pacing back and forth, trying to come up with a way that they could find that creep before he laid a hand on Garcia, coming up with next to nothing. He was about to leave the office and go and start interrogating Daniel Jacobs himself, and force the little man to tell him everything he knew by any means possible, when Reid burst into the office.

"I know where Garcia is!" he said loudly, his eyes wide. "She left a map from a tracking device up on one of her monitors, and I realized that she took a tracking device out of the drawer and took it with her before she left!"

"Let's go!" Hotch shouted, now off the phone and running from his office, Morgan and Hotch at his heels. Morgan suddenly felt a new emotion, hope. Maybe they would be able to find her before-

No. She was going to be just fine. She was stronger than they gave her credit for. Right?


Alright, I just wanted to make a chapter from the POV of the team, mainly Morgan, realizing that she was gone and everything. I know you're upset with me that I didn't clear up anything about Garcia, but I promise to update with something about her soon! :D

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