Disclaimer: I own nothing at all, although I wish I did..!

A/N: It's a short little thing, as I am dead tired.. But I have a feeling it will be well liked.. evil laughter

Penny held the wooden pepper grinder in her hand. For being a kitchen utensil it was rather heavy. Once upon a time it was a medium dark mahogany, but now it had been stained with the blood of young Doctor Reid.

Looking down on the floor, she watched the agent sprawled across the rug. Not a word escaped her lips as she sharply turned around and marched back into the kitchen, ripping the refrigerator door open. She took out a big lemon, and then threw the pepper grinder in the sink. Running scolding hot water over the grinder, she rubbed it all over with one half of the lemon. She knew the acid would throw off any attempt to find traces of blood on the object used to render the young agent unconscious. Finishing the wash, she put the grinder back in its original place.

Returning to the living room containing the still unconscious Doctor Reid, she sat down on the couch for a moment. Goddamn it! she thought. An FBI-agent? How much do they know? I have to get rid of him. She rested her chin on her clenched fist, biting her lower lip. She was usually very resourceful in tight situations, but this time.. She had no idea what to do. Knowing it was only a matter of time before more agents would come knocking on her door, she rose from her seat and ventured into the kitchen.

She returned after a few moments, holding a large kitchen knife, tightly gripped in her slender hand.

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"Where's Reid?" Agent Hotchner began to feel a boiling rage inside his chest. It was the second time in 36 hours the junior agent had just disappeared without a trace. The first time he had apparently fallen asleep in the bathroom, and it seemed as if it had happened again. Reid had vanished into thin air. And Hotch was not a happy camper. "Doesn't he understand that we have work to do? Morgan, get him on the phone!"

Morgan had already dialed the number to Reid's cell phone and waited for the detained doctor to answer. "It's ringing." And that was all it continued doing. Ringing. And ringing. And ringing. Morgan snapped the cell shut. "There's no answer."

At that moment, Hotch looked like he would lift through the roof. The furiously red cheeks matched his crimson tie, which appeared to be slightly strangling him as the veins on his neck pulsated at an insane speed. "That kid is going to give me an ulcer." He grabbed his own cell phone and sternly dialed Reid's number. After numerous signals, it finally went to voicemail. "If you are not at the station in less than 20 minutes, agent Reid, we are going to have a long talk, and believe me, you will not be doing the talking, and you will not be liking it." Click.

JJ looked at her boss, not being used to seeing him at this enraged state. One part of her was just as angry as Hotch, but another side – a bigger side – began to worry about her junior co-worker. It wasn't like him to just disappear like this, unless.. "What if something has happened to him?" She pulled up her phone to dial the number.

"Put that phone away." Hotch had grown weary of trying to reach the young doctor. "He'll turn up. We have work to do." He returned to the table covered with papers, folders and photographs.

"I just have to go to the bathroom." JJ grabbed her purse and left the room.

Morgan leaned out into the hallway, holding on to the post. "Don't fall asleep now, you hear." He couldn't hear the answer JJ mumbled as she took a corner at quick pace.

Coming to a halt just behind the turn, JJ once again pulled up her phone from her purse. Dialing Reid's number, her hands trembled slightly. As it went into voicemail, she drew a breath. "Hi, Spence – it's JJ. Look, could you call me when you get the chance? I'm getting a weird feeling about you. Just call me, okay?" With that she hung up the phone.

Figuring she wouldn't get a chance to do so later, she actually went to the bathroom to splash some water on her face. Carefully examining her face, she instantly discovered 6 more wrinkles, and a few more bags around her eyes. She sure looked 10 years older than she was right now. Why can't we live in a normal world? Where our jobs would be obsolete and kids didn't kill kids. I want to go home. She arranged her hair to look somewhat more awake than she felt.

In the hallway on her way back to the conference room where most of the BAU were residing, a stinging feeling came over her. Something was wrong. She could feel it in her entire body, in her whole inside. Something was definitely wrong.

Reid, where are you?

A/N again: I need R&R, my pretties.. What to do with poor little old Reid..?