Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds or the song.

AN: If I don't update for a while it's because I'm on vacation and there's no internet there. I hope everyone will like this chapter. I thought this would probably be how Reid would be if he were stunned beyond belief. So ta da!

"The Magic Position" by: Patrick Wolf

So let the people talk
It's Monday morning walk
Right past the fabulous mess we're in
It's gonna be a beautiful day
So do the bluebirds sing
As I take your hand
And you take my kiss
And I take the world
'Cause out of all the people I've known
The places I've been
The songs that I have sung
The wonders I've seen
Now that the dreams are all coming true
Who is the one that leads me on through

It was seven a.m. The alarm clock began buzzing. Reid moved his hand towards the buzzing sound with his eyes still closed, and his mouth hanging slightly open in a flaccid sort of manner. Once his finger flicked the off switch on the clock, Reid's eyes opened. Now the L.E.D. display read five o'clock and one minute. The bed across from him was empty. Reid knew Morgan must have woken up early and taken a shower. So Reid rolled onto his back. Looking up at the ceiling, he noticed a splotch of gray on the plaster in the corner of a wall. It was probably from a leak. Thinking about a leak made him think about the bathroom, and how there were no shower sounds coming from it. Reid glanced towards the door. The door was wide open. The light was out. There was no Morgan inside. And then Reid realized that knowing Morgan, he would be the last one up.

Reid sat straight up in bed. Morgan never came in last night from the parking lot. That was the first thought that flashed across his head. The next thought was how he had to alert the team. Not even bothering to put his shoes on, Reid jumped out of bed. His heart beat a million times per minute. It was as if his heart would rip out of his chest and begin dancing in front of him. Swinging the door too his room open, he ignored every statistic, every fact, every meaningless word in the dictionary that most people did not know that floated around in his head, and only kept one: Tell Hotch that Morgan is missing.

Reid looked out of the door, his hair swinging beside his head. Bare feet ran across the hard carpet. Hotch was in room 401 two floors above. Reid dashed to the end of the hallway, long legs carrying him faster than he ever had before. Once he reached the end of the hallway, he yanked open the door leading to the stairs, letting the door bang into the wall it was set into. Reid practically began flying up the concrete steps.

Tell Hotch. Must tell Hotch. Reid's brain had temporarily become a mash of a to-do list containing one item, and one item only. Tell Hotch.

Finally, after running up the flights of stairs, Reid yanked open a door back to the hallways of hotel rooms. Stepping through the door, Reid slowed his pace as to not miss Hotch's room number. He kept looking right and left at the doors, hoping he would see the number 401. There was no trick or plan to finding this room, as Reid would typically have. Instead he wandered through the hallways and hallways of rooms that seemed to occupy this floor. Eventually Reid found the room. His heart pounding. His brain threatening his skull with a headache.

Gulping down the lump in his throat, Reid began pounding frantically on Hotch's door. It seemed like forever until Hotch opened up the door. And even when he did, Reid pounded on air for a couple moments until he realized he was standing in front of the very disgruntled team leader in black flannel pajamas. Behind him stood a curious, yet surprised Rossi, who was wearing a dark maroon cotton bathrobe.

"Hotch-"

"Reid," Hotch said as seriously as ever as he stepped out of his hotel room, closing the door behind him. "Do you know what time it is?"

"Sir-"

Hotch was more mad than he had ever seen him, and by the circles under his eyes and Rossi in his room, Reid knew why. But the lump in his chest kept repeating to his throat. No matter how much he tried to gulp it down… it was still there. He gulped again.

"You better have a good reason for coming here this early," Hotch snapped.

And then Reid broke. Tears welled up inside his eyes. Morgan was gone. Reid was getting yelled at. Morgan was gone and he was getting yelled at. He could not take it. Reid needed everyone to know that Morgan was not there. Morgan was gone. He should be sleeping- just like everyone else… but instead he was gone. The thought rambled over and over again in Reid's head.

Hotch realized that what he said could not have caused the young doctor to cry. Placing a hand on Reid's shoulder, he eyed him with his black bushy brows furrowed. Reid had no reason to cry, unless something bad had occurred, which would be why Reid came knocking on Hotch's door in the first place.

Hotch opened his mouth to speak but what interrupted by Reid croaking out, "Morgan…"

"What about Morgan?" Rossi asked as he emerged from the room.

Hotch eyed Rossi, who was still in his bathrobe, "Go back in the room, Dave"

Reid looked at the two of them and said sharply, "It's fine, I don't care. All I care about is Morgan… he's gone."

"Gone?" Rossi asked incredulously. "As in 'missing' gone?"

Reid nodded. He was now officially fascinated by the pattern on the floor. His brain still had not begun functioning yet, and now that he had told Hotch, it seemed as though there was nothing else he could do. To tell the truth, he felt helpless. Rossi could tell that Reid was in no condition to work right now, and it only took him a few seconds to figure that out. Hotch, however, was having a harder time succumbing to the belief that he was missing an agent.

"How do you know he didn't just get up and walk out?" Hotch inquired simply.

Reid looked up at Hotch with tears in his large brown eyes and began rambling, "The- the bed was made. He hadn't slept in it. There was no one in the bathroom. And there's nowhere he could go at five a.m.- especially not when we have a case."

"He's right, Aaron," Rossi said.

"Take me to your room," Hotch requested quietly.

Rossi raised his eyebrows. "Why are you questioning the poor kid?"

Reid was still staring at that carpet, with the yellow circles that are partially inside the blue rings against a crimson background. He was so fascinated by it, that he barely heard Hotch say his name.

"Reid, did he go to your room at all?" Hotch snapped, as though he had been asking the question for quite some time.

He probably had.

The doctor irrevocably looked up from the carpet, with a kink forming in his neck, as he replied, "No."

Rossi's eyes opened wide from an epiphany, and he decided to tell them what he had just realized, "Morgan had told me to go to bed last night. I saw him walk up to this chick, and they started talking. I wouldn't be surprised if that was our Veronica Jennings."

Reid let his mouth hang open. All he wanted to do was go back to bed Find Morgan. Go pee. Although, definitely not in that order. He just wanted Morgan back.

There was a moment of silence between the three of them. Then the comforting hand on Reid's shoulder vanished. Hotch disappeared back inside his hotel room- probably to take a shower and put on a fresh change of clothes. Rossi just stood there for a few moments.

Apparently he had been standing around, waiting for him to think of something comforting to say, but all he come up with was, "We'll get him back, kid."

And then he disappeared back the hotel room.

Reid just sat against the opposite wall, looking at the red door to room 401 as he sat in the fetal position. After fifteen minutes he fell to his right, but staid in the same position. He felt like a little kid who only wanted to find his teddy bear again.