4 months later- FBI office

"Where's Reid?" asked Morgan as he knocked on Garcia's bunker door. Next to him, Prentiss shrugged and said, "I have no idea. He's usually ahead of the both of us on Monday mornings."

"Hmm..Did he say anything like something was wrong yesterday?" Morgan knocked on the door again and turned back to Prentiss.

"No- my guess is as good as yours, Derek." Morgan's eyes narrowed in confusion as he knocked on the door again. He muttered, "Where is she?"

"I don't know- call her," Prentiss asked. As Morgan pulled out his cell and dialed Garcia's number, Prentiss glanced over to one of the conference rooms where she could see the TV playing through the window. She could not hear anything from it, but could faintly make out the headline "Manila suspect released."

-That's the third one, she thought, where is that woman? Within the last four months, the CIA had not gotten any closer to catching Indigo or Jackson. The attacks continued in Manila for another month until ally troops from the Japan and China were sent to help restore order. Member Eli Grahab was put on Interpol's wanted person list four days after the team returned home. The rest of the terrorist group along with Grahab, all went into hiding within a few days of the team's return. In the meanwhile, the team had moved on- Rossi, Hotch, and Prentiss had healed and everyone went back to work.

"…Baby girl, if you get this call me as soon as you can," she heard before Morgan hung up. He gave her a worried look, "she didn't pick up. Emily, I'm a little worried. "

She crossed her arms and replied, " I'm sure she just overslept. Since we don't have any cases right now, we can swing by their houses and see if anything's wrong. I'll get Garcia and you check on Reid. "

He sighed and answered, "Ok."

Reid's apartment

"Hey, kid!" Morgan called out as he knocked on Reid's door. While waiting for a response, he dialed Reid's number and put the phone to his ear.

This is weird. Come on, Reid. Pick up, Pick up. He knocked again. "Reid?"

This is-something's wrong. He slipped his phone and his pocket and put his hand on the door knob. Don't be unlocked; don't be unlocked. Morgan turned the knob slightly, hearing it unlock. The door gently slid open, revealing a cluttered living room. Books were pilled near the doorway and by the couch, where a few case files and boxes were placed. Morgan scanned the room, expecting to see the young agent walk in from the kitchen or the bedroom.

His eyes stopped at the sight of Reid's spilled bag at the feet of the couch. Morgan's hands instantly went to his gun and drew his gun out slowly. He took a step forward and saw Reid's hand. The agent took another step slowly and found Reid lying unconscious behind the couch.

"Reid!" Morgan exclaimed and ran over to his team mate's side. He shook Reid's shoulders and thought, Crap, come on Reid. Who would-

Before he could finish his thought, he felt himself being thrown onto the floor. It was Jackson, who then punched Morgan in the face. Morgan retaliated by slamming Jackson into the couch twice. He tried to reach for his gun, which was now lying at Reid's feet, but Jackson got another punch into Morgan's jaw. The FBI agent fell on his side as Jackson struggled to get to his feet with a triumph smile. Morgan then rammed his body into Jackson's legs, causing him to topple over the couch.

Morgan was so focused on Jackson that he did not see the shadow emerge from the hallway. The shadow was Indigo, holding a shock stick in one hand. Morgan spit out blood and turned around in time to see Indigo slam the shock stick into his shoulder.

The FBI agent felt an excruciating pain enter his body and lost consciousness.

FBI Office

Hotch walked across the ramp towards Rossi's office with his mind running rampant. Garcia and Reid's unexplained absence worried him along with the CIA's inability to catch Indigo and Jackson. Every day for the last four months, he expected to her to show up at his or a team member's home, ready for revenge.

Buzz. He stopped when he felt his cell phone vibrate and answered it. "Hello?"

"Hotch?" answered Prentiss, "Garcia isn't here. Her car is here and the door is unlocked. I called her boyfriend and he said that he's been trying to talk to her all morning. Do you want me to call DC Metro?"

"Yes. Tell them we would likely to be involved as much as possible. I'll call Morgan."

"Ok-"

"Prentiss, call them and then I want you back here-ASAP. Understood?"

"Yes, sir."

Hotch hung up and immediately dialed Morgan's number. By that time, Rossi had noticed Hotch's expression and demeanor and had stepped out of his office.

"Aaron?" he asked, approaching the Unit Chief. Hotch put up a hand just as he heard,

"Hello, Agent Hotchner."

"Hello, Indigo."