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Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds or any of the characters in this chapter, well except the dead chicks but they're irrelevant.

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"Aaron, you haven't accepted any of the applicants." Strauss told him as she stood in front of his desk, arms crossed with a look of slight boredom on her face.

"I know ma'am, but none of them are... They aren't..." Hotch fumbled for words.

"They aren't Dr. Reid," Strauss said, finishing what he was trying to say, "Aaron it has been five months. You haven't heard from him, he hasn't called, he is gone. The sooner you and your team can accept that, the sooner you can all move on." With that being said Strauss walked briskly out of the office, he eyes quickly scanning the empty desk of the ex agent.

Hotch sighed and sank lower into his chair, Strauss was right. It had been five months since Reid left. Correction since Reid was fired for drug use, because of him and JJ. He felt extreme guilt, a guilt that burned through his body one cell at a time. The team had grown increasingly apart since he left. That kid was like the glue that stuck the team together, he was the younger brother, the best friend and when Gideon was still among them the surrogate son. Without Reid it was like the team forgot who they were. It didn't help that Reid literally dropped from the face of the earth about three months back. It was like one minute he was there the next, he wasn't. No credit card transactions, no cell phone, no arrests, no nothing. Reid had disappeared.

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"Hey mama." Morgan greeted flirtatiously as he walked into Garcia's office. For the last three months the two of them would get together every day and search for Reid.

"I haven't found anything hot stuff." She quickly replied with a frown on her usually bright and happy face. Morgan sighed and put a comforting hand around Penelope.

"We do however have a new extremely creepy case I get to introduce you all to." She mentioned almost casually. Morgan let another sigh go, why was there so many psychopaths on the earth?

"I'll gather the team." At that Morgan left Garcia's lair and walked toward the bullpen to get the rest of the team. It consisted of Morgan, Garcia, JJ, Hotch, Rossi and Prentiss seeing how Reid was fired 5 months before and Hotch wasn't hiring. He could still remember how Reid looked the last time he saw him. He was a wreck.

"Reid, open this door right now!" Morgan yelled pounding the door in hope that it would make Reid move faster.

"Coming."The lazy response was heard then immediately after the door opened to reveal a completely pale and sickly looking genius. It broke Morgan's heart to see him that way. He was one of the people who helped Reid through his recovery the first time; he didn't want to do it again. He could remember the constant shaking and vomiting, the anger he had, the nightmares and most of all the heart wrenching sobs and pleas for someone to kill him. He didn't ever want to see Reid like that ever again, and yet here he was in the same position as last time.

"Did you want something?" Reid slowly asked as if it hurt to form words.

"Yeah, I want to help you get better kid." Morgan answered forcefully. Reid rolled his eyes, literally rolled his eyes, something completely out of character for him.

"What if I don't want to be better? I'm perfectly happy the way I am right now, thanks Morgan." He then attempted to slam the door but Morgan blocked it.

"No you do want to be better; you just don't know it yet. Come on Reid! You are my best friend, you're practically my little brother, let me help you!" He yelled, his frustration shown evidently on his face.

"Look, if you really want to help me, leave me alone. I don't want to be off this stuff! I can finally forget! So please just forget about me!" Reid yelled right back, leaving Morgan shocked and hurt. The hurt just ended up bringing out his anger.

"FINE, if that's what you want? THEN FINE! Goodbye Reid." Morgan angrily stomped away, and heard the door to Reid's apartment squeak close.

He blamed himself. How could he not? He practically sent Reid away. The last time Penelope got a hit on him was when he was in Arizona. For all Morgan knew Spencer could be in Japan by now! Garcia cried a lot, only Morgan knew about it. She would sometimes call him in the middle of the night for comfort; most times he would have to go to her house. Kevin was worried because he couldn't give her the reassurance she needed and it was starting to hurt their relationship, all of that because it was Morgan's fault.

As Morgan finally reached the bullpen, JJ and Emily were locked in a conversation and Rossi was idly standing by with a coffee in his hand.

"Hey, we have a case." He called, gaining the attention of the three. JJ quickly walked off to grab Hotch and the rest went to the conference room to wait.

Once they were all seated and ready Penelope bustled in and handed each of them an iPad. She then turned on the screen and pictures of lovely dead bodies filled the room. The first person she pulled up was a blond woman who was tall and thin.

"This is Christina Davis, she was found in a back alley way in Las Vegas, she was drugged by an unknown substance, raped and then shot once in the heart and once in the head." Garcia told the team as she cringed with every word.

"Christina Davis was also a prostitute. Now this is Jenny Hastings, she was found in another back ally, she was drugged raped then killed, as was Katie Torrington, Mina Dupree and Ciara Wild." Garcia said showing pictures of three other women all with blond hair and tall, slim bodies.

"He kills them execution style, he likes it close and personal." Rossi mused.

"He also drugs them; he's probably weak, maybe skinny so he wouldn't be able to hold a woman down." Morgan added.

"He also raped them which suggests he's a sexual sadist." JJ said, adding her two cents.

"Yes, yes we know, he is a sick bad guy," Garcia said, "But please discuss this somewhere else, this case makes me squeamish." She looked down sadly. Reid could be in Vegas.

"We leave in 20; we'll discuss the rest on the plane." Hotch ordered the team then got up from his spot to go back to his office. The team followed his lead.

Morgan somehow ended up meandering through the bullpen and as always stopped at Spencer's desk. He missed the kid so much; it was like losing a family member. It was losing a family member. They lost an important part of their team dynamic. They don't work right together without him, everyone noticed that.

Morgan swiped his hand across the desk and could feel the dust build up on its surface. Suddenly, something caught his attention. It was a small piece of dust covered paper tucked discretely behind the computer. He quickly pried it free and the first thing he noticed was it said his name on it in Reid's fast handwriting. The second thing he noticed were the two words underneath it "Only Morgan". Thoughts were whirling around his head as Morgan took the note to his office. If Reid only wanted him to read it then he would.

Sitting down in his desk Morgan noticed his hands were shaking. He was nervous to read the note. Extremely nervous, but he wasn't sure why. What if it was a suicide note? Or he was going to tell Morgan some huge secret? Or Reid was actually a serial killer the entire time! Calm down, it's obviously something important, read it! Morgan thought to himself and with that being said he unfolded the note and started to read.

Dear Morgan,

I'm sorry for acting the way I was acting. Trust me I don't hate you, you're the best friend I have ever had. Probably the only best friend I have ever had. But this is important and I have to do it, so trust me. I know this is vague (I am a genius after all) but you have to have faith in me. I am sorry I cannot give you a better explanation than this, but I hope you'll understand. Also please do not tell anyone what I have written to you in this note; I cannot have any more people than you knowing.

Sincerely, Reid

Morgan scanned his eyes over the page four more times just to make sure he was reading it right. Reid had written him a cryptic letter that was about something he was doing? What on earth could Reid be doing that would involve drugs? Unless Reid wasn't doing drugs and it was all a giant hoax. Morgan's brain was racing trying to supply answers for the mind boggling questions the letter had left him with. Suddenly Prentiss banged on his door.

"C'mon Morgan it's time to go!" Morgan shoved the letter into his pocket, grabbed his go bag from under his desk and jogged to catch the elevator with the team. He now had more questions than answers about what Spencer was up to, but he was going to find out.

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I know! IM SO SORRY! I had no desire to write forever and finally this whole thing came to me in an epic dream! Thank god for dreams! I promise I will try to do better with the updates, and I know, huge time skip, sorry but I was planning on flashbacks! So I hope you enjoyed and Spencer's sexy chapter is coming up next!

~Love SpiderKate