Morgan looked at the caller ID on his phone.

Thank god she's okay.

"Emily? Emily are you there?"

She didn't respond. He heard rustling, and then Emily gasping like the wind had been forced out of her lungs.

"Reid, get Garcia on the phone. Tell her we need her to get a fix on Emily's phone and track it."

Reid got Garcia on the phone in a flash.

"Speak and be heard, my boy genius."

"Garcia, its Emily." Penelope stopped, her tone changing in an instant.

"What happened Reid? Is she okay?"

"We don't know. Officer Perry is the unsub, and she's with him." He heard her gasp.

"We need you to track her phone and see where they are."

"I'm on it." She said, her fingers typing as fast as she could.

"Don't fight it. You know you want this."

Morgan couldn't believe what he was hearing. His best friend was kidnapped, and he couldn't do a thing about it.

"Emily answer me! What's going on, are you safe? Where is Officer Perry? . . . Emily? . . . Emily!" He shouted into the phone. No response came except for a rustling noise, and then the dial tone.

"Come on baby girl, Emily's in danger. Please tell me you could trace the call."

"No, the call ended before I could. I'm sorry."

"Can you track it if the phone's on?" He asked, desperate to get help to Emily.

"I could, but it looks like he turned it off. He must've taken the SD card out."

"Damn!" He shouted as he let out an exasperated sigh. He didn't blame Garcia at all, but it was still infuriating to know that his friend could be getting killed right now, and he couldn't do a damn thing to help her.

"I'm sorry-" Penelope started.

"It's alright, Penelope-"

"No its not! She could be dead right now, and I couldn't do anything!"

"Baby girl, listen to me. What would you do if this were a normal case, and not someone we knew?" He asked, hoping to get her calm again.

"Derek it's not the same. She's our friend and she's in trouble. Just thinking that we might not get to her in time is. ."

"I know, I know. But what would Emily want us to do?" she paused, seeing the point he was making.

"She'd want to us find this ass hat and arrest him before he could hurt anyone else."

"There you go. Now, see if you can find out where he's been holding his victims. Since he's devolving, he'll likely go someplace familiar." He could hear her typing faster than he thought humanly possible. Less than a minute, she responded.

"There are no properties under Officer Perry's name on or near the reservoir, and there are no condemned or abandoned properties along there, either."

"Garcia," Reid chimed in, "check for any properties under his wife's name. He might have used her maiden name as a way to cover his tracks." Another few seconds, and she had results.

"Yes! Okay, so there's a property about a quarter mile away from the reservoir that was purchased under the name of Ellen Watts. The address is being sent to your phones now." They all hopped up and ran to the SUVs parked out front, demanding for backup as they stormed out of the doors. Penelope kept telling them everything she'd found.

"The purchase was made about three weeks after. . . Oh my god."

"What is it, Garcia?"

"You guys need to hear this."