Morgan felt lost without Reid. Everything seemed to remind him of Reid, probably because he purposely kept doing things that he would do with Reid. He would watch Star Trek when it came on, he found himself reading the books Reid had left at his house, and he frequented the same restaurants. All the time he imagined Reid was with him. He wondered if he was losing his mind, but found that it didn't matter much. He wanted to be with Spencer Reid, and if he could only be with the memory that was what he would do.

Because of his need to imagine he was with Reid, he found himself going to the park Reid liked to play chess at. Morgan had never really been interested in chess, but to Reid chess was more than just a game. It was like the more he understood chess, the more he understood life. Morgan liked to watch him play. He took it very seriously, but Morgan couldn't help but laugh at the intense expressions on his lover's face.

He sat down at a chess table and a man around his age sat down with him. Morgan wasn't particularly good at chess, but he pretended he was Reid and tried to see three moves ahead.

"You play here often?" Morgan asked trying to be conversational.

"Oh, all the time," the man said. "I just love chess. It's the only game that never gets boring."

"Yeah," Morgan said. "It's a good game."

The man frowned at this as he made his move. "No, it's not just a good game. It's the best game. I've played it ever since I was a kid. My dad, he taught me. The only time he ever paid attention to me."

"Oh," Morgan said, unsure of what he could say to that.

"You seeing anyone?" The man asked.

Morgan looked up surprised. Was this man hitting on him? "Yes, I am."

"What's he like?" The man asked.

Morgan was getting an increasingly unsettling feeling about this conversation. "How did you know it was a he?"

The man looked nervous. "I, uh, I just thought... you know I thought I could tell."

"He's great," Morgan said, but he didn't want to say anymore. He wasn't enjoying sitting with this man. "What's your name?" "Gene," the man said. "Harrison. But people just call me Harry."

Morgan knew it wasn't a coincidence. He pulled out his FBI badge. "Mr. Harrison, I'm with the FBI. I need to bring you in for questioning."

"Q-questioning?" Harry said. "Why? I didn't do anything wrong!" He was yelling. He was guilty, Morgan was sure of it. He wanted to rip this sick son of a bitch's throat out. He wanted to punch Harry's face in until there was nothing left of him. The rational, sane part of Morgan had to hold back the animal part of him.

"Just please come with me to the station," Morgan said. "It's just some questions regarding a disappearance two months ago."

Harry got up and ran. Morgan was much quicker though. Harry hadn't gotten more than a hundred feet before Morgan had tackled him down. He cursed under his breath that he didn't have handcuffs with him. "I need you to come with me." He dragged Harry by the wrists back to his car, and then to the station. On the way he called Hotch and told him what had happened.

Harry came willingly to the interrogation room, where Morgan left him while he waited for the team to show up.

Hotch was the first to show up. "So he came willingly?"

"No," Morgan said reluctantly. "I had to tackle him."

"Did you arrest him?" Hotch asked.

"No," Morgan said. "I don't think we have enough evidence yet."

"So you tackled a witness and forced him to come to the station?" Hotch said rubbing his forehead. "Derek, you know how bad that is. What if he goes free because of this? What if this isn't even the guy?"

"I'm sure it's him," Morgan said. "Go question him, you'll think so, too."

"I think we should wait for Gideon," Hotch said. "I think he might talk to Gideon."

Five minutes later, Gideon and Elle showed up together. "Are you sure it's him?" Gideon asked. Morgan nodded his head.

"Hello," Gideon said as he stepped into the interrogation room. "Are you Gene Harrison?"

"Yes."

"I'm Jason Gideon of the Behavioural Analysis Unit. I have a couple of questions to ask you. Do you know Spencer Reid?"

"I never, I never heard of him," Harry said looking away and biting his nails. Gideon instantly agreed with Morgan that this was their unsub.

Gideon showed him a picture. Harry wouldn't look at it. "Look at this. Does he look familiar?"

Harry looked at it and touched the picture. "No, I've never seen him before. Ever." He couldn't look away from the picture. It was like he was mesmerized. Gideon thought maybe the expression in his eyes was one of love.

"Where where you April 23rd?" he asked. "It was a Monday. At three in the morning?"

"At home," Harry said. "I was s-sleeping."

"Where do you live, Mr. Harrison?" Gideon asked.

"In the country. By Brooksville, it's a small town," Harry said.

"Can we search your house, Mr. Harrison?"

"No!" Harry almost yelled. The softer. "N-no. I don't think that's a good idea."

Gideon didn't think Harry would fall for that. "You understand that we will get a search warrant within a matter of hours and we will search your home?"

Harry didn't say anything. He just looked away, chomping on his nails.

"That will be all for now," Gideon said. "I'd like you to stay here until we tell you, you can go."

Gideon walked back out behind the one-way mirror. "It's definitely him. We just need to get a warrant and then we can search his house. I'll go take care of that."

Morgan was dying inside, waiting to see if Reid was okay. But for the first time in weeks, he actually allowed himself to have hope.

A/N: Hi, everyone! Hope you liked this chapter. I just wrote my first chapter of this in a week... so I'm starting to feel hope again. I'm doing my best to stick to it. I noticed today that in a lot of stuff I write characters have stutters. I think it's probably because I have a tad bit of a stutter myself... Well, I'm planning on updating this every second day from now on. Thanks for reading, and Super Special Awesome Thanks if you review!