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"Hey Kevin. What you doing here?", Prentiss said looking up from her paper work as the tech annalist walked in. Kevin Lynch, Garcia's 'Secret' boyfriend, wore a bright shirt tucked untidily in beige trousers.
"O I just came up to see Garcia", he answered with a hint of sadness.
"She isn't here", Morgan said looking confused.
"Really. I was meant to have dinner with her last night and she didn't show up. And I've been calling her all day and she hasn't answered".
Morgan couldn't help feeling nervous. This doesn't sound right. The profilers mind began to race. This isn't like either of them. Morgan got up and walked for Hotch's office without saying a word to Kevin or Prentiss. Morgan knocked on the door.
"Morgan", Hotch said looking up from his work.
"Hotch. Reid and Garcia haven't turned up. And neither of them are answering their phones. "
"Why wasn't I told?".
"I just thought . Reid hasn't been himself for the last two days. I thought he needed some time. But something doesn't feel right", Morgan explained. Guilt controlling his thoughts.
Hotch got to his feet, and walked past Morgan. Morgan closed his eyes for a moment.
Hotch stood on the catwalk and spoke loudly. "Kevin. I need you to track their phones".
Kevin sat down at Garcia's desk and began to type. His eyes slowly moved over all the Garcia – esc things, the stuff he loved about her, and he become worried. First he feared she's stood him up, now there was a different fear in him, he couldn't quite explain the bad feeling he had. The team of profilers stood behind him silently. All trying not to think.
Kevin stooped typing and turned to the BAU team. "I don't really understand this but Garcia's phone is in a car impound down town, and Agent Reid's is in New York".
"New York?" Prentiss asked.
"Ye. Central park I think".
"JJ call the impound and find out if Garcia's car is there. Jet leaves in 20", Hotch said leaving the small room. The colleagues exchanged concerned glances. Where were their team member? Their friends?
The BAU sat on the plane in silence. All considering why Reid was in New York, and why was Garcia's car found abandoned. They all tried to shake their profiler minds that told them something was wrong.
"I called the impound. Garcia's car was found a block away from Quantico. Shop owner called to get it removed. Garcia's phone and bag are still in it", JJ said closing her phone.
"What's going on here Hotch?" Morgan said voicing what they were all thinking.
"I don't know. Let's just get to New York"...
It had been a utterly silent plane journey. Usually they would be discussing the case, going over evidence, maybe getting a quick sleep, but not today. They all knew Reid well enough to know he wouldn't just run off to New York, especially without telling them. They all knew Garcia loved her bubble enough to not turn up for work as well. And they had nothing to go. No evidence, no leads. All they had was that feeling something was wrong.
Hotch lead them all in to the apartment building, his usually stern presence walking the door man from his daydreaming.
"Excuse me sir, have you seen this man or this woman?"
The door man gave them a suspicious look before reaching for his glasses. He stared at the picture of Reid and Garcia for a long time before speaking. "No"
"Are you sure?", Morgan pressed.
"Yes. I know everyone who lives in this building. And I remember all visitors".
"Do you have CCTV?", JJ asked.
The man lead them to a small back room with the monitors of 2 camera's.
"You only have 2?", Hotch said firmly.
"Never needed anymore. If you'll excuse me", and the man walked away to welcome a tenant.
The BAU began to rewind the tapes, searching for a glimpse of their friends.
"There he is! Haven't seen Garcia though. " Morgan said jumping in to action. Finally. Something.
"He's getting in the elevator".
"We don't have CCTV on the floor's. But there's a empty apartment up there", the door-man said having returned a minute earlier.
"We didn't see him leave", Rossi said gravely...
The BAU walked slowly and silently down the hall. Morgan was the first to reach the door, closely followed by Hotch. Morgan used his gun to push open the door slightly.
"It's open" he whispered. And pushed the door all away open. He looked at Hotch and he nodded.
"REID... Reid It's Morgan are you in here?". But silence.
The team of profilers edged in to the dark room. They all shouted clear after they checked the apartment was empty.
"Hotch there's a light", JJ said pointing at the thin beam of light under a small door.
Hotch slowly opened the door. He lowered his gun after seeing no one. "No one here". They all followed him in to the small room.
"There's a chair here and ropes... Wait. Please tell me that isn't Garcia's hair!" Prentiss said pointing at red hair caught in the rope. Morgan viewed it and closed his eyes, before smacking his fist against the wall.
"Well we have a bag of fingers over here", Rossi said holding up the bag. The BAU all looked up and viewed the plastic bag in disgust.
"I found Reid's phone and gun", Hotch said bending down to see the gun and partly smashed phone.
"What about his credentials?" , Morgan asked calming himself down, and wiping the dust off his hand.
"No".
"JJ call the CSI's and get them to process the scene".
The BAU stood outside the room waiting for the CSI to finish and considering what they now knew.
"So Reid got on a plane to New York, But how did Garcia get here?" Prentiss said.
"We didn't see her come in" Rossi added.
"And why the hell did Reid go in the first place. All we have to go on is a briefcase of fingers!" Morgan said, anger and guilt welling up inside of him.
"Reid's been acting strange for 2 days though. Whatever IT is, it started then".
They all looked up as JJ came walking out of the room quickly. "We got a hit on the fingers in the bag. There William Reid's".
They all looked at each other. This was becoming more and more confusing.
"Does anyone understand this yet?", Morgan said.
"Did they find any fingerprints at the scene?" Hotch asked.
"Yes. Garcia's and Reid's were on the chair, ropes, table and briefcase".
"Well where ever they are, their together", Rossi said.
"On the briefcase... there were someone else's ... ", JJ paused and took a deep breath.
"Who JJ?" Prentiss asked.
"Gideon!"
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