A/N: HAHAH... so... I accidentally obviously kinda forgot about this story... So, here we are, one year and three days later and I'm only just updating it. Dang dies time fly by...

"Has anyone seen Reid?" Hotch asked.

It was eleven o'clock at night but they were still not very close to catching their UNSUB. A few hours of sleep would have to be sacrificed in order to save a few lives.

He looked around at their blank faces and realized that no one indeed knew where he was. Which wasn't exactly something to call the cavalry in on, but it was nice to know where someone usually was, especially with a non-preferential killer on the loose in an unfamiliar town.

"I can call him." offered Morgan. "He might have gone out to find coffee or something, who knows?"

"Alright, do that."

Hotch looked down at the file he has looked at probably a million times already. There had to be something...

"I've called him twice with no answer." replied Morgan.

"That's weird... Call Garcia and get a trace on it." ordered Hotch.

Morgan put his phone on speaker.

"Chocolate thunder, you better have a good reason for calling me at this hour-"

"Sorry Baby Girl, but we need you to locate Reid's phone."

"What? Why? What happened."

"Probably nothing, but we haven't seen him in a while and he isn't answering."

"Alright, just give me a second... Okay, it says here that he is currently half a block from the La Quinta Hotel on Saratoga."

"That's where we are staying." said JJ.

"You know, now that I think about it, I think I remember him saying something about him going over there to get something from his bag." remembered Blake.

"It's not that far away, I can go and see what he is doing and be back in less than thirty minutes." said Morgan, then told Garcia goodbye.

"You know what, let's call it a night. Morgan can ride with me on the way back to the hotel and we'll pick him up on the way."

So the team disassembled, going in separate vehicles to some much needed rest.

Hotch pulled over when they were almost at the hotel.

"This is where Garcia says that his phone is."

Morgan got out and looked around. There was no coffee shop or book store or crime scene. There was however, a dark alley way.

He pulled out his flashlight and called out to Reid.

Morgan stopped in his tracks as his light lit up the alley.

"Hotch! Get over here!" Morgan shouted. He walked forward and picked up a cell phone that was surrounded by a pool of blood.

Reid's phone was there, but he himself was no where to be found.

A/N: WELLLLLL THEN. At least the team knows that he's gone. I know that I haven't established much detail into where in the episode this happened, but I am getting there. Please review, it means the world to me.