A/N:Proud of myself for actually remembering to upload... What have I become?

The Doctor sat by Garcia's side, both of them typing furiously on the keyboard as they tried to make sense of the results they got when the Doctor scanned the computer with his sonic screwdriver.

They took turns taking breaks, Garcia making sure to eat, drink and take naps and the Doctor making sure to keep an eye on Amy and Rory. The two of them felt like there wasn't much they could do to help, and he wanted to let them know that simply their presence here was helping him more than he could describe.

As the only two people in the house who knew of the Doctor's real connection to Spencer and how the profiler's future effected their mutual friend in the past, they were able to make sure the Doctor stayed focused on the mission instead of starting to wonder 'What if?'

Especially since there was a lot to wonder 'What if?' about.

"Are you getting this?" the Doctor asked, reading through the computer's hardware.

"I am," Garcia replied, double checking the results. "It seems like…"

"But it couldn't…" the Doctor muttered.

"But it is."

"Garcia," Morgan said, walking into the room, "I need you to –"

"Log into the system as Tobias' father?" Garcia asked. "Yup, we're already on it."

"What?" Morgan asked, confused. "How did you know?"

"Software scan showed two accounts on this computer," the Doctor replied. "Tobias' is the first, we've been trying to realize who used the second one so we'd know how to get inside it."

"But now we know," Garcia said. "What's his name again?"

"Charles Hankel," Morgan supplied, and Garcia pressed on two more buttons before the images on the screen changed.

Footage of war, of weapons. People dying and killing, sometimes in the name of God and sometimes just for the sake of killing.

The Doctor didn't know how Spencer could handle seeing the worst of mankind on a daily basis and still want to save them. He could only guess it had something to do with the group of profilers he worked with.

Garcia and the Doctor dived into work immediately, going through every last dark corner of Charles' computer, and feeling thoroughly disgusted. They were only a couple of minutes in when the screen flashed black.

"What happened?" Morgan asked.

"I don't know," Garcia muttered.

"It looks like a signal is coming in," the Doctor said, careful not to press any button as he waited for a footage to appear.

When it finally had, he felt like he couldn't breathe.

"Oh, my god," Garcia breathed out.

"Guys!" Morgan called out towards the rest of the house. "Guys! Get in here!"

The Doctor reached a shaking hand towards the screen, studying his oldest friend. "Professor," he whispered, keeping his voice down so that no one would hear.

The rest of the team walked into the room, staring at the screens with shock. As Amy and Rory walked in, the redhead grasped her husband's arm in fear, and they both stayed by the door, ready to leave at any moment if what they saw became too much.

"He's been beaten," JJ said, her voice shaking. "Can't you track him?"

"Hankel's only streaming this to his home computer," Garcia said.

Gideon looked at the screen, an angry frown barely hidden on his features. "This is for us," he said. "He knows we're here."

"I'm gonna put this guy's head on a stick," Morgan muttered.

"Stand in line," Rory said, swallowing hard.

"Why can't you locate him?" Hotch asked.

"He's rerouting to a different IP address every 30 seconds," Garcia said. "I can't track him. Doctor, do you have an idea?" She glanced towards the Doctor only to find him staring at the screen, his fists clenched in fear and fury. "Doctor?"

"Doctor," Amy said, letting go of Rory's hand and moving forward to put a hand on the Doctor's shoulder. He tensed, but didn't do anything to shake her hand off. "He's going to be alright," she said soothingly. "We'll find him. But we need your help to do that."

The Doctor nodded, pulling out his sonic screwdriver and aiming it at the screen. His eyes widened and he let out a shaky breath. "There's nothing I can do," he said, giving Amy a look that meant he was going to explain later, when they weren't in a room full of profilers.

Morgan frowned, opening his mouth to ask something when a voice spoke from somewhere outside the frame.

"Can you really see inside men's minds?" a man asked. "See these vermin? Choose one to die. I'll let you choose one to live."

"No," Spencer whispered, his voice hoarse.

"I thought you wanted to be some kind of savior," the man said.

"You're a sadist and a psychotic break," Spencer replied. "You won't stop killing. Your word's not true."

The man stepped forward, going slightly into frame – though not enough to see him completely. "The other heathens are watching," he said, and Spencer's eyes darted to the camera. "Choose a sinner to die, and I'll say the name and address of the person to be saved."

"I won't choose who gets slaughtered and have you leave their remains behind like a poacher," Spencer said.

In two long strides, the man – who they by now understood was Hankel, or at least one of his personalities – stepped forwards and grabbed Spencer, pulling him up.

"Can you really see into my mind, boy?" he called out, making Amy jump. The Doctor put his own hand above hers, trying to help her calm down. "Can you see I'm not a liar?! Choose one to die, and save a life. Otherwise, they're all dead."

He let go and Spencer fell back into the chair, breathing heavily. "All right," he finally said, "I'll choose who lives."

"They're all the same," Hankel replied.

Spencer looked at something outside the camera's view, seeming to weight his options before speaking again. "Far right screen."

"Marilyn David, 4913 Walnut Creek Road."

"You got that?" Hotch asked.

"Yeah," Garcia replied, quickly pulling out Marilyn's number.

Gideon pulled out his phone, quickly dialing her. "Marilyn David," he said, "My name is Jason Gideon. I'm with the FBI."

"Raphael," Spencer suddenly said, pulling their attention back to the screen just in time to see it turn black again.

Morgan barely waited a moment, storming out of the room and punching the door on his way out.

"I'll go after him," Rory volunteered, leaving before anybody could object.

The rest of the group stood in the room silently for several long seconds before the Chief of Police spoke.

"So now what?" he asked the question nobody wanted to think about. "Wait for a 911 call, and hope we get there in time?"

"We need to find him," the Doctor muttered. "We have to find him. He can't… Spencer can't…"

"He won't." much to everyone's surprise, it was Emily who spoke. "He's a lot stronger than we all usually think he is. He'll be alright."

Gideon sighed heavily. "He's just a kid," he said.

"No, he's not," Amy said. "He's more capable than that. Honestly, you guys should learn to give him the credit he deserves."

"Reid –" Hotch started, but this time it was Garcia who cut him off.

"Reid knows how to handle under pressure," she said. "He's doing this job when not many other could take what we see every day – you guy should know it. He will get through this. He just needs you guys to have a little more faith in him."

She turned to look at the Doctor, giving him a meaningful look. His hearts skipped a beat when he realized he may have not called Spencer 'Professor' quietly enough so that no one would hear.