Part 2: Searching
"It is not work that kills men; it is worry. Worry is rust upon the blade." - Henry Ward Beecher.

Penelope Garcia could feel Derek Morgan's warm breath on her neck. She usually would enjoy him being so close, but his presence wasn't helping her concentrate fully on her work. Her mind was starting to drift to all the bad things that could happen to Dr. Reid.

The team had split up tasks to try to find any clue of who might have wanted to kidnap Dr. Reid. This didn't seem like the other times, he had been held hostage, as this time it wasn't during the middle of the investigation because Reid had been in the wrong place at the wrong time; this time someone took him because they wanted him.

Prentiss, Rossi, and Hotchner had gone to Reid's apartment to look for clues, and J.J. was searching through Reid's desk. Penelope had the sad feeling that they weren't really going to find anything. She couldn't think of a single reason why anyone would want to kidnap Dr. Reid. She had always thought of him as a sweet and funny person. He was the kind of person who felt horrible if he thought he had upset you, even if the slight was more his own insecurities than a real injustice.

"I wish they would search faster." Morgan said softly, watching one of the computer screens.
Garcia had set all the computers onto a different search, hoping one of the keywords that she entered would help them narrow things down in any way. She wasn't sure though, because it wasn't as if the computer could track someone they didn't know about who had somehow developed a secret obsession on the B. A. U. or Dr. Reid.

Garcia was thinking that if this was an attack on the team, and not on Reid, anyone could find just the right amount of limited information they might need to strike for all to see on the Bureau's website. (The Bureau had been trying to be a lot more public about information on agents since the passing of the Freedom of Information Act.) If someone was really obsessed they probably could find bits and pieces of information about each team member on the Internet. And if someone was efficient enough, they could also hack into public records and learn more information.

Garcia was tempted to ask Morgan to go to his desk, and search Reid's name in Google to see how much information he could get. Then, she might know if all the panic she was starting to fear was justifiable. (Part of it was also to help her focus more, and it probably would help Morgan more if he were occupied.) Reid was a bit of a quiet person at times, and wasn't one to have things plastered about him all over the place. If the press started fishing about the cases they worked, Reid like most of the members of the B. A. U. were more apt to let J.J. handle it, than personally answer any of the press' questions.

The more Garcia thought about asking Morgan to look up Reid on Google though, the less she didn't like the idea. There was no telling what might come up. Hell, someone could still have those damn Hankle videos posted online, even though she had tried her best to get them all removed.

"If it makes you feel better you can do a paper search," Garcia finally answered Morgan after a few minutes had passed. She didn't want to let all the fear and worry slip in her voice, but she knew she hadn't done a good job of it when Morgan patted her shoulder.

Morgan sighed. "I am not sure it is going to be anymore helpful than the computers are being now, baby girl."

"I hate feeling so helpless, it keeps me making me think the worse." Penelope answered, trying to push back the thought that Spencer wasn't going to recover from this kidnapping, if they were ever able to save him. She kept getting the feeling they were never going to see him again, and she didn't like to have that feeling.

"I know, it is hard to stay positive right now, but we have to somehow try." He brought her into a hug, feeling a few stray tears slide down his cheek, as he held her close.

"Trust the instinct to the end, though you can render no meaning." – Ralph Waldo Emerson

As Emily Prentiss walked up the stairs to Spencer's apartment, she had a feeling that evil had already walked through these halls. Though she had a spare set of keys, as the B. A. U. had a spare set for each member of the team, there was a desolate quietness growing as she drew closer to the apartment.

She wished that Rossi or Hotch had been with her right now, because she felt fear rising inside of her. She carefully put her hand on the knob finding it unlocked. As she opened the door, she reached for the gun, instinctually.

When the door was fully opened, she heard a loud whooshing noise and a sign fell down in front of her. At the same time she let out a small scream, she brought up her gun with both hands.

"I've already been here, and left. Have to spend time with our friend." The sign read in bright orange letters.

"Are you okay?" She heard Rossi say a few seconds after she forced herself to take a deep breath. He had gone to see if Spencer's car was still in the parking lot and had heard Emily scream on his way up the stairs. He had ran the rest of the way after that.

Emily nodded. "It looks like the unsub, or unsubs trashed the place. " All of the bookcases that had been in the foyer had been overturned, and all the rooms she could see looked in the same state as the foyer. She put one of the bookcases back in place, not caring that this was a crime scene. She knew that if the situation was reversed, and Spencer had to go to her apartment because she was kidnapped, he would try to put it back into order as well.

"The unsub didn't take his car, though I checked with the car service and he was supposed to use them today. They said an hour before they were supposed to come by and pick them up, an Agent Thomas Gibson called and cancelled." Rossi glanced around the apartment, as he helped her. He had never been here before, though Spencer had invited him a few times. He was sure it was a very cozy apartment usually. "I wonder if the unsub was looking for something particular, or just wanted to trash the place."

They began to walk carefully through the wreckage, trying to at least right as much of the furniture as possible and also to look for anything large appearing missing. "I haven't been in the apartment enough to know what is missing, the fact is only Spencer probably would be able to tell if anything was missing." She sighed softly, before she thought of something. "He may have an inventory on his computer at work. We can ask J.J. to check."

Hotch, who had been interviewing the neighbors in the building, came to the apartment a few minutes after Emily had called J.J. "One of the neighbors down the hall saw a young man enter Reid's apartment an hour ago, but they thought it was Reid's sometime roommate and didn't pay much attention." Reid had a grad school friend that occasionally stayed over whenever the friend was escaping from his demanding fiancée.