Scully opened her eyes to the sound of her alarm clock. She reached over lazily and knocked it off the nightstand, she sat up and looked down to it, "One way to turn it off," she muttered as she got out of bed. Slowly, she walked over to the bathroom to get showered and changed, she had a good feeling about this case now.

Doggett awoke with a start. He sat up, gasping and wiped the sweat of his forehead, "It was just a dream," he reasoned with himself and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. Focusing, he looked at his watch which read 6.30. He wasn't planning on getting up til a little later but seeing as he was awake. Doggett pulled off the covers and finally got out of bed to get ready for the day ahead.

Follmer heard a low humming, opening his eyes and without lifting his head he looked around his surroundings. He found himself still at his desk, he had fallen asleep at his desk and the laptop was still running. "So that's what that humming was," he said sitting up and stretching. The information on Matthew Vicar and Jonathan Taylor was still displayed.

Glaring at it, he minimised the windows and shut the laptop down.

Skinner was always a morning person, it came from his Vietnam days. So when he woke up, he could get going without a second thought but not today for some reason. One being, he'd fell asleep in one of the hospital chairs, which, Skinner thought, was one of the most uncomfortable things on this planet. And two, he felt like he'd been hit over the head with a very big object.

Slowly, he sat up and willed his muscles to work and looked over to Reyes and shot up. "Agent Reyes," he asked looking at the empty bed, "Monica?" Skinner looked around the room, panicked. He ran out the room up to the desk, "Excuse me," Skinner asked trying to get the nurse's attention.

"One moment."

"I haven't got a moment," Skinner shouted back, anger rising. "I need to talk to someone now." He turned to another nurse, "I'm looking for Monica Reyes, room 345."

"She's not there?" the brunette asked.

"No, have you seen her come out at all?" Skinner willed this woman to speak, to tell him what he wanted to hear. "Have you seen anyone come out of that room," he asked pointing to the one he had just left.

"No." Skinner put his head in his hands, and controlled his breathing. Once feeling calm, he put his hands on his hips and looked around. To the room, to the desk, then back to the room.

He looked to the nurse and got out his ID, "I need all security footage between 11:30 and 6:30 this morning," he said. She looked at him with question, then looked at the badge, "I'll see what I can do, Mr Skinner." He nodded to her and got out his cell phone. "John, it's Skinner." He paused for a moment, "Monica's gone."

Doggett had answered his cellphone whilst walking over to the kitchen counter, he stopped and dropped his mug full of hot coffee onto the tiled floor. He looked down as it seemed to fall in slow motion, the coffee soaking his trouser legs and spilling over his shoes. "Say again," he managed to utter.

"Monica's gone, I think they took her," came the response.

Doggett was glad no one else was around to see his reaction, "How?" he asked finally finding his voice. "How'd they get past you? Are you hurt?" There was a long silence on the other end of the phone, he could hear a woman's voice and Skinner's. But that wasn't the real reason for the silence. Something was really wrong. "Skinner?"

"I fell asleep," he finally admitted.

Anger rose throughout Doggett's body, and his right hand tightened into a fist at the side of his body. He fought to keep calm, and it showed when he spoke, "You fell asleep!"

"Yes, I don't know what happened," Skinner started to argue.

Doggett wasn't having any of it though, "Have you informed Agent Scully of this?"

"No, not yet you're the first person I thought to call, look I'm getting som..." Doggett cut him off. "Don't, she can carry on this case without me, I'm coming down to the hospital." He was in no time to argue as he cut Skinner off.

Skinner heard the familiar dialling tone as Doggett hung up on him. He looked back to the nurse who brought him the survelliance footage, "Thank you," he said taking them from her. He was ashamed, he didn't know how he got so tired so fast. Skinner sighed as he headed over to a private room to start viewing the tapes, hoping to kind some kind of answers before Doggett arrived.

Doggett looked down to the spilt coffee and ignored it as he started dialling Scully's number. "Hello, Dana. It's John Doggett."

She could hear the concern in his voice, "Has something happened?"

"No," he replied immediately, "Something's come up and I won't be able to make it into work, can you go ahead to the Halliwell's without me." Scully narrowed her eyes as she listened to him, he sounded really upset but she knew when not to intrude. "Sure," she said perking up, "I can do that for you."

"Thanks."

"It's no problem, Agent Doggett." Then he hung up on her, she looked at the phone somewhat nervously. What was all that about? Had something happened to Reyes? Perhaps he didn't want to tell her as it would effect her? "I'm just being stupid," she uttered under her breath as she searched for her car keys.

Doggett put his cell phone away and stepped over the coffee as he retrieved his car keys. He looked down at it as he did so, then stepped back holding the keys in his left hand. No use crying over spilt coffee...