Chapter 12

I don't own criminal minds. This chapter has a bit of bad language and drink references. I am sorry the last chapter was a bit rubbish but I needed it to be like it so that the next part of the story made more sense. Sorry the chapter was rubbish but I hope you all like this chapter a bit more. This is still in Reid's point of view in case this chapter and the next few chapters are a bit confusing.

Garcia woke in a dazed haze.

Her vision was very blurry and she could only see blobs of colour.

She could work out there was one other person in the room.

The room was dark and only had one small light flickering in the middle of the room.

The room was concrete.

The walls and floor wasn't decorated and it was quite cold.

She was alone and scared.

She was worried and just hoped the team would find her before the son of a bitch killed her.

Morgan and me sat down at the bar, it felt weird. As if I'd been there before but I couldn't recall anything. Morgan exclaimed to the barman "We are wondering whether you know anything about a disappearance of a lady…" Morgan paused as I continued "Her name is Penelope Garcia and she is his girlfriend and a close friend of mine. She disappeared earlier today from the hotel across the road…"

"Ok man, I think I know some people who knew something about it. They're over there.I'll get you a drink to help you relax!" The barman said.

I knew he needed the business and would serve us even if we didn't want to get drunk.

"Trust me I don't want to drink. I need to find my girl. This day has been shit for me especially. My girlfriend has been shot and could be dead but I can't see her because she was taken by the sick killer." Morgan snapped.

Morgan began to cry again.

This wasn't like him.

He wanted to search for Garcia as if he had lost a winning lottery but he needed leads to find whoever had taken her.

We sat down at a table with a European woman and a motor biker from Texas. The barman gave us two giant pint glasses full with a deep purple liquid he whispered "On the house. You two sound like you have had a rough day. These two came out of the hotel at about 10.30." They both nodded in unison.

"Is your girl a part of the F.B.I or something? They're looking for a few people: three F.B.I agent, one woman and two men, and about ten others." The barman said before leaving us four alone.

I questioned him on where he heard and he said the radio.

We downed the purple liquid.

It was a foul taste.

It was like the taste of burnt vodka.

Although the taste was awful, it helped forget everything.

We only drunk to be polite.

After the first sip I forgot the foul taste.

At the middle of the first pint glass, I forgot why we were here. I still knew Garcia was missing but my limbs seemed to be slow and rigid. So were Morgan's.

By the time we had finished our second Bruka (the purple liquid) we forgot about Garcia, my mom's death and even that we were part of the F.B.I.

By the time we finished our third one we forgot our names and where we were staying.

By the fourth one we forgot everything including where we were born and where we lived.

A white woman with long, ginger, luscious hair and beautiful curves and huge boobs came over to us.

"Hello, boys. Do you want some company?" The woman asked in a soft voice.

She sat down on a stool in between us and licked her big red lips and twisted her body towards me and started to play with her hair.

"So what's your name handsome?" She asked me.

I couldn't recall my own name but somewhere in my mind a name popped up so I slurred it "Derek Morgan!"

"Oh, that's such a sexy name. Do you want to come with me?" Before I knew it she dragged my hand onto hers and led me out.

She led me to a dark alley around five minutes away.

I was astounded to see so many police cars about but none of them saw me and her.

I must have passed out because when I woke up, I was no longer in a dark alley I was in a white room with my arms and legs tied to a bed.