At 7:30 the next morning, the whole team filed back into the Tampa police station. They spotted Hotch standing next to the evidence board, talking on the phone. As soon as they walked into the room, he lowered the phone. When he spoke, his tone was urgent. "Get your go bags. We're going to Illinois."

"What?" Morgan demanded. "Hotch, what the hell are you talking about? Reid is--"

"A woman in Illinois was sent to the hospital yesterday for heat stroke. She's awake now, and she's demanding to speak to the BAU. She says her name is Lara Trenton, and she has information about Spencer Reid's location."

They all paused before moving to disperse and gather their things. In their determined state, they were able to get ready in moments. It took a mere twenty minutes before they were all back on their jet headed to Illinois. The whole flight, none of them could stop worrying about the wellbeing of their friend. But after watching the video Matthew Trenton had sent, their hopes that he was alright seemed few and far between.

None of them felt up to having conversations. The flight was filled with tension, and by the time it landed, all of them had the bad feeling that they were too late. They split into two groups and took the SUVs to the hospital where the woman was staying. Once they arrived, Hotch stopped them right outside the door.

"I want JJ to talk to her alone." He said. "She'll be more likely to trust another female."

"What are we supposed to do, Hotch?" Morgan asked. "Stand around and wait?"

"That's exactly what we're going to do. We're going to sit outside that door and wait until we get a location." Ignoring Morgan's look, he turned to JJ. "Go on."

JJ nodded, and entered the hospital. She withdrew her credentials from her jacket and showed them to the front desk worker. "I need to speak to Lara Trenton."

"Of course, the police said someone from the FBI would be coming." She typed in a few commands on her computer before glancing back up. "She's in room 482, on floor three."

"Thank you." She made her way to the elevator by herself. Empty of other people, the elevator ride seemed unnaturally long. Once the doors opened, she spotted room 482 immediately.

She knocked softly on the door before pushing it open. "Lara Trenton, hi...My name's Jennifer Jareau, I'm with the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit. You told the police you had information about Spence--er, Agent Reid's location?"

The woman sitting on the bed nodded. She reached for a pad of paper and a pen lying on the table next to her, and waved JJ over beside her. JJ seated herself on the edge of the bed, and watched her write down the words on the table.

I know where he's at. She wrote. But I don't know the address.

"Okay, um...I may be able to help you with that." JJ extended her hand, palm up. "I can do something called a cognitive interview. It can help you remember things by looking at details that might have seemed unimportant at the time."

She nodded. JJ took a deep breath before scooting slightly closer. "Close your eyes," She said. "Take my hand, and if you remember anything, I want you to squeeze. Nod or shake your head, or mouth the answer if I ask a question. Do you understand?"

She nodded again before closing her eyes and slipping her palm over JJ's. "Think about the day your father took you." She began softly. "Think about the weather outside, the smell of the places around you." She paused. "Can you see it?" Lara nodded. "Good. Now...think about what happened. How did he take you?"

JJ waited while Lara's facial expression changed. "Do you remember it?" She nodded. "Alright, now think to when you woke up...what do you see?"

Concrete. She mouthed. "What does it smell like?"

Waste.

"Humans?" Lara nodded again.

"Okay...what can you hear?"

Talking.

"People are talking? How many people?"

Two.

"Who are they?"

Lara shook her head. Don't know.

"That's okay, that's okay...what are they saying? Can you hear it?" She nodded, and JJ released her breath.

"Okay, Lara, open your eyes. What did they say, write it down."

Lara turned back to her notepad, writing out the words frantically. JJ read over her shoulder as she wrote. Two men. My father, and another I don't know. My father called him his successor. He was telling him to start buying houses to keep the girls at.

"Did you hear his name?"

It was Jacob. He, Lara's hand faltered. He called him son.

"Your father called him son?" Lara nodded.

JJ pulled out her phone and walked to the other side of the room, dialing Garcia. She picked up immediately. "Garcia, search for any relations Matthew Trenton had with someone named Jacob."

"I need a last name, Jaje, you know that."

"Try Trenton."

"Okay...oh oh oh! There's a man named Jacob Walters who changed his name to Trenton in exactly April of 1999!"

"Does he own any houses in Illinois?"

"Yes, yes he does, and I just sent the address to your PDA!"

"Thanks, Garcia. We're going to save Spence." Hanging up the phone, she turned back around and grasped Lara's hands in her own. "Thank you! You just saved his life!"

Then she rushed back out the door and into the lobby where tge rest of the team was waiting. "I've got the address!" She announced, holding up her PDA, and her hopefulness immediately reflected itself onto their faces as well.