When Morgan and JJ arrived at the nondescript red brick building where George Wyatt lived, the local SWAT team was already there and hard at work.

"Where are you in the process?" Morgan asked the team leader, as he strapped on his Kevlar vest.

"We have cleared the apartments on either side of, and above and below the unit in question," he replied. "After checking, I can tell you that there doesn't seem to be anyone in the unit we are interested in."

"Can the neighbors tell us anything?" JJ asked. She, too, had put her vest on in anticipation of entering the apartment.

"Nothing," another officer had walked up. "According to them, he isn't here much and, when he is, he keeps to himself. No one has seen him for at least a week."

Morgan exchanged looks with the SWAT leader. "Let's do this!" he declared.

As expected, the apartment was empty. As they looked through the unopened mail in the unit's mailbox, it became clear that it had been at least a week since George Wyatt had been there. Paperwork found in the apartment yielded no information on where he could be keeping the missing women.

As they emerged from the building, everyone saw Garcia and Reid standing in the middle of the blocked off street. JJ walked over and put her arm around Reid. "Nothing," she told him sadly.

"Nothing at all?" Reid croaked.

"Nothing," Morgan repeated as he joined them. "Let's hope Hotch finds something at the storage unit."