Missing.

Summary. . . . . . . . . . . Two agents go missing, one is found, just what has happened to the other? And how long do you keep looking?

Disclaimer. . . . . . . . . Not mine, never will be, just playing in this wonderful sandbox.

A.N. . . . . . . . . . . . . . Thanks once again to everyone who has taken time out to read this fic, and to those who have reviewed, or added to favs. Your support, as always means a lot. Here's chapter 11, I hope that you enjoy. Peanut x

Just one add on, I've never been to New York so don't know how many buildings would be in a two block radius, but I'm hazarding a guess that it would be a lot, hence why the time has jumped so, and the fact that night fell.

Previously on Criminal Minds.

No one was coming, he had resigned himself to that now. No one had understood his message, perhaps he had done it wrong? He had to have because the alternative didn't bare thinking about. Gideon should have known it, so if he had done it right and no one was coming, that would mean they didn't care, that they didn't want to save him, that they didn't want him back. Was that the case? Were they even still looking for him? He wanted to believe they were, but it had been so long. He tried to shake away those feeling, tried to believe that they still wanted him, that they were still looking for him, but he couldn't. Defeated, hurt, cold, tired and lost, he gave in, allowing his legs to crumple beneath him and dropped his body to the floor, ignoring the agony the movement created in his still bound wrists.

4h 3m 12s

Morgan threw the bottle he had been drinking from at the wall of the run down building they had been searching, his anger finally cresting and bubbling over as the fruitlessness of the last 11 hours overwhelmed him. He was cold, he was tired and he was wet. They 'd searched for most of yesterday only stopping when the storm that had eased slightly crept back and it became too dangerous and too cold to continue, although even then they all wanted to keep going, nobody sleeping well back at their hotel, all four of them anxiously awaiting the break of a new day.

The severe storm had prevented them from receiving any help from the local PD, as accidents and power outages, requested all of their assistance, and all the local bureau could spare was an extra four bodies, everyone else needed to help solve two high profile cases of their own, and a G8 meeting of the worlds top politicians. They'd split into four teams, himself partnered with Gideon, and each taken a quarter of the section that had been mapped out from the Dakota Building. Even though they thought Reid was in a basement of some sort, they couldn't risk being wrong, so every floor was checked, the process slow and time consuming. Every hour they had radioed in, every hour Morgan hoping that this time there would be some news, but every hour turned out to be the same, fruitless searching that turned up nothing but street bums and rats, and with every hour that passed Morgan's hope at finding his brother alive began to fade.

"He's alive Derek, I know he is. He's close and he's alive, and we will find him this time." Gideon spoke, hoping to calm the younger agent down.

"How can you be so sure? How do we even know we're looking in the right area?" Morgan spat back. "Hell for all we know, we don't even have the right city."

"We have the right city, and we have the right area. He's here just waiting for us to find him and bring him home, and I will bring him home."

"And then what? Make him all better again? What about the fact that we're no closer to even finding out who done this. How is he ever going to recover if he knows the un-sub is still at large?"

"We'll find him too, he'll make a mistake at some point and we'll find him."

"I wish I had your confidence man."

"What, you just want to give up on Reid?"

"No! Never!"

"Then turn all that negativity around, we will find him. Come on lets move onto the next building." Gideon looked at his map as he finished speaking, his own hopes diminishing with each building they checked but there was no way he would tell Morgan that. They only had three more and then their quarter would be done, and he had no doubt that the others were close to completion too. They were missing something, he was sure of it, but what he had no idea. Pushing his own thoughts back he followed Morgan into the next building.

Three hours later, they were making their way back to the Dakota Building, time was running out quickly and they weren't any closer to finding Reid as they had been. It was frustrating as hell, and all Morgan and Gideon could hope for was that the others had had better luck, as the calls came through though, that hope diminished and as they reached their cars it all but disappeared as the final call came in. Gideon leaned back against the cool metal, as Morgan finished the call, his eyes drawn to the impressive building before him and the steps that blood had been spilt upon all those years ago, his mind mulling over all the clues they had been given, wondering if he had read them wrong, if he had brought the team to the wrong place, but his heart was telling him he hadn't, that this was the right place, that Reid was here somewhere. His eyes remained glue to the building as the other's slowly began to return, his mind caught in a thought; a thought he finally spoke out loud.

"Did anyone check out this building?" He asked, his finger pointing towards the Dakota.

He was numb, no feelings left within him, his mind shut off and blank. He knew he was still alive, could see through eyes that wanted to close, soft plumes that were created with each shallow breath he took. He knew also that he was dying, but this wasn't how it was supposed to be, there was no light to go into, was no one to meet him, was no warmth to surround him; had he been so bad heaven was unwilling to take him? Had he done so many bad things all that was left for him was hell?

He allowed his head to drop further to his chest as thoughts of failure engulfed him, and the pain he would leave with the ones he left behind consumed him. He hadn't even been given the chance to say goodbye. "Mom, I'm so sorry." He whispered, not moving or flinching as the door to his prison opened.

To Be Continued. . . . . . . . . . .

A.N. . . . . . . . . . . . . Thanks as always for taking time out to read, will be back soon with more. Peanut x