Morgan paced the conference room turning to look at the clock every five minutes. He pulled out his phone to call Reid again when he saw that two hours had passed and they still hadn't arrived. He flipped his phone open and began to dial the number. He stopped when he heard the door to the room close. He looked up and saw Garcia standing there. Her face was pale and Morgan knew that that wasn't good.
"Babygirl, what's wrong?" he asked going over to her.
"I think the Inquisitor has Reid," she said handing Morgan some sheets of paper.
Morgan took the papers and looked at them. He saw why Garcia was worried. They were pictures of Reid and Tucker together in what appeared to be a bedroom. Morgan flipped the pages watching as Reid and Tucker kissed. He stopped when he got to the picture of Tucker taking off her shirt. He threw them on the table and looked at Garcia.
"How did you get these?" he asked.
"They were emailed here. It was only the pictures and nothing else and it looks like it comes from the email account of a ninety eight year old woman who has been in a coma for two years. However, I found out something very disturbing that might explain this creep's fascination with Tucker."
"What?"
"Tucker's mom, Karen, her middle name wasn't Tucker. It was Temperance. She was Clayton's half sister."
"Oh God," Morgan said closing his eyes.
"Yeah, my thoughts exactly. She was younger and off at college when their father, Clayton Freedom Worthington died. Clayton Jr calls his sister and she comes back home. Two days later the cops are called by the neighbours saying that they heard yelling coming from the house. Screaming is the word used in the police report. The cops send out a cruiser and Karen opens the door. She has a busted lip and bruises forming on her arms. She tells the cops it was a misunderstanding and everything is fine."
"They believed her?"
"Yeah, they did and left. Two weeks later, Karen drops out of college and they move away from the home."
"Where was this?"
"In Freedom, Oklahoma. The Worthingtons have property everywhere, Derek. There is no way to narrow it down. If he has Reid-."
"Babygirl, we will find Reid."
"How?"
Morgan didn't answer. He didn't want to tell Garcia that they would find Reid because Tucker would find him. Morgan knew that if the Inquisitor had taken Reid, Tucker was currently on their trail. He had to trust that Tucker would call them and let them know where to find them. Morgan looked down at the papers and then back at Garcia.
"Can you track Reid's cell and Tucker's?" Morgan asked.
"I can. I don't know if it will do any good. It will only get us as close as the nearest tower."
"It's a start."
Garcia nodded glad to be doing something. She turned and left the room silently saying prayers for both Tucker and Reid. She knew that they were facing evil and she hoped they would both come out alright. She knew that the two of them loved each other so much and she wanted them to have a future together. She thought that everyone deserved a happy ending; Reid more than most. She pushed those thoughts aside as she stepped into her office and looked at the computer screens. It was time for her magical fingers. She walked over to her chair and sat down and started typing away.
Morgan looked at the pictures again and shook his head. He pulled out a chair and sat it. He really didn't know how he was ever going to tell Tucker what they had found out about her parents. Hell, he wasn't sure how he was going to tell Reid. They hadn't had very many cases where the victim was the product of incest. Morgan leaned back in his chair and looked at his cell phone. He was sure that Tucker would call him; he would have bet on it. He knew that Tucker loved Reid and she would do anything to protect him. He was sure that she would call him for help once she had found Reid and Clayton. He was hoping for it; the downside was she would try to handle it herself and that could get Tucker and Reid killed. Morgan sighed and really hoped that Hotch would come back and call the shots. He now knew that being the boss was not as easy as it looked.
