Me: Ooooo… yep… this will be… interesting…

JJ: What?

Me: Nothing to do with you.

Prentiss: Who then?

Me: Not you either. Right now, Morgan, Garcia, Reid, and Hotch have the spotlight.

Rossi (to JJ and Prentiss): I don't know about you two, but I'm glad to be left out.

Hotch: Why exactly are we in the spotlight?

Me: No reason…

"Running away will never make you free."

~Kenny Loggins

Morgan swung his bag from the baggage claim to his shoulder in one easy motion. "Hey, Garcia," he said to his phone. "I'm here. Did you get anything yet?"

"Nothing yet, my sweet."

"Alright, just let me know if you find anything."

Reid hailed a cab as rain began to sprinkle the ground around him.

"Where to?"

"South Van Ness Avenue."

"Specific address?"

"Just the road, please." There was one secret Reid had managed to keep from the team for years. The secret of Lila. They were only friends, never had the chance to truly make it more. Both of them were too busy to keep up a steady relationship. He still visited every once in a while, mainly keeping it a secret from the team to avoid teasing. The most helpful outcome was the key that she had entrusted him with. Lila wasn't always home and was convinced that Reid needed a vacation spot so she gave him a key to her home in Los Angeles. Strange how this came in handy, Reid thought as the cab pulled up to a corner and idled.

"You sure this is fine?"

Reid nodded and handed over a wad of cash. "Thanks."

"No prob. Stay dry." The cab sped away as the rain picked up slightly.

Reid began walking toward the house, even the cool rain doing nothing for his aching head.

Fingers pounding, Garcia's eyes darted from screen to screen. She had finished what the main team had required of her for the real case and now she was tracking down Reid. She sighed as she thought about the team. No smiles, even with her wittiest Garciaisms. Not even when they had saved the missing girl. They were all too worried about their missing member.

Garcia clicked over to her phone as Morgan called. "Find anything?" she asked.

"I was going to ask you the same thing," Morgan laughed with no heart.

"I'm sorry, my king, but I haven't found anything on my prince yet." Garcia's frantic typing paused. "Hold on. It seems like you have an uncanny knack for calling at just the right time."

"What did you find?" The hope in Morgan's voice was guarded, but his excitement was evident.

"It seems like our boy was going more places than Las Vegas on vacations."

"What?"

"Every vacation for the past few years Reid has bought a one way ticket to Las Vegas and a one way ticket back from Los Angeles."

Garcia could practically hear Morgan frowned.

"I'll give you one guess as to when all this started."

"Lila Archer."

"Jackpot."

"Address?"

"Already sent."

"Thanks, Garcia. That's good work."

"Just call me when you find him."

"You got it, baby girl."

Garcia smiled to herself as she hit the end call button.

"Garcia?"

"Sir!" Garcia spun around at Hotch's voice. "I didn't know you guys were back yet!"

"We just got in." Hotch closed the door behind him. "Garcia, I have a job for you, but don't tell anyone in case this doesn't work out."

Morgan parked the black SUV outside the large house. Only one light shone from Lila Archer's house. According to the information Garcia had sent, Lila was out of the country working on a film. No one should be home.

Morgan went up to the door and hesitated at the doorbell. Should he ring it? Or should he just kick the door in? He settled for a combination.

Three seconds after ringing the bell and hearing nothing from inside, Morgan kicked in the door with surprising ease. "Hello?" he called inside.

A shadow disappeared into the lighted room.

Morgan drew his gun out of habit and hurried in. A man in jeans and a stripped hoodie was heading out the backdoor. A messenger bag was slung over his shoulder.

"Freeze," Morgan ordered. "Hands up and turn around."

The slender guy slowly turned toward Morgan, hood hiding his face.

Morgan squinted at him, trying to get a look at his face. "Take the hood off."

The man's arm bent, and slowly pulled the hood off of his head. Reid blinked in the light, a pained look on his face. "Hi, Morgan."

"Reid! We've been looking everywhere for you! What are you doing?"

"I just… needed some time to think."

"Listen, we can help. We know what's going on, kid, and we're all really worried about you."

"I know…"

"So come on. Let's go home," Morgan holstered his gun and stuck out a hand.

Reid hesitated. "I… can't…"

"What?" Morgan frowned.

"I can't go back." Reid started backing up. "I'm sorry." He turned and ran out the back door into the rain, leaving Morgan staring with one hand still outstretched.

Hotch hung up the phone after talking to Morgan and stared at the number Garcia had managed to dig up for him. A last shot in the dark to bring his team back together.

Okey Dokey! I think this update was much more timely, right?

Well, I hope you guys liked it and I hope that you will now journey to my other story which I am co-writing. Look! I made it really easy.

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Go check it out while I work on the next chapter. That story is much less depressing XD

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~MyDarkAngel710