As the team well knew, Reid never slept much. He might nap for two or three hours, but the majority of his night was spent reading, watching movies, or practicing chess moves. For that reason, none of the other men particularly wanted to share a room with him. On this trip, Morgan had drawn the short straw and was occupying the second bed when Reid awoke in the early morning.
Quietly, he got out of bed, slipped on a pair of sweats, picked up the philosophy book he had left lying out, and headed down to the Lodge's lobby. He had seen a comfortable couch there, along with a reading lamp, and figured he could make himself at home there for the remainder of the night.
Reid was well into his book when he heard a loud banging noise on the porch. Rolling off the couch, he grabbed his gun from the end table, and started towards the door. Before he could reach it, the door burst open and Officer Miller charged in. Seeing Reid with his gun, she came to a complete stop, holding her hands out and away from her sides.
"What are you doing down here?" she asked the agent.
"What are you doing here?" he returned the question.
"Looking for you guys," was the officer's answer. "A young boy has been reported missing and I think it might tie into the murders."
"A young boy?" Reid holstered his weapon. "How old?"
"Sixteen – His name's Danny Kline" Officer Miller reported. "His mother just woke up and realized he hadn't come home. She came right over to the post. I'm on night duty this week. I went over to Captain Wright's place first, but he wasn't there, so I came over here."
"He fits our initial profile of the victims getting progressively younger," Reid quickly realized. "Have you contacted anyone else?"
"No," Officer Miller told him. "I wasn't quite sure what to do, so I decided to talk to you."
"You did the right thing," Reid assured her. "Stay here in the lobby for a minute and let me wake up my team. Then, we can get organized and decide how best to proceed."
Reid ran down the hallway and within seconds was banging on Hotch's hotel room door. "Wake up, Hotch - There's been another abduction!" he shouted.
The door opened and Hotch stood there wearing a pair of tailored pajamas. "Reid? What is going on?" he asked.
"There's been another abduction," Reid repeated. "A 16 year old boy never came home last night. That fits the victim profile. Also, Captain Wright is missing. As soon as she realized what was going on, Officer Miller came over here to tell us."
"Has she notified anyone else?" Hotch was wide awake now.
"No," Reid replied. "Should I get her started assembling a search party?"
"Tell her to call all the Troopers and have them meet us at the post," Hotch told him. "We can give them all instructions there. I'll wake up the rest of the team."
"What about the volunteers?" Reid remembered the earlier search.
"Not right now. We can always call them in later," Hotch decided.
