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A/N: Hmmm…had issues writing this chapter. Liked my OMC, Brit, though…gonna have to find an excuse to slip him in here later. Also, I'm kinda low on brain cell right now…found a couple pics of Matthew Gubler without a shirt…my brain melted.

And thank you all for the reviews and advice, it really helped.

WARNING: Nothing worse than stuff in previous chapters…Still bad though __________________________________________________

When Morgan wakes up, he's only had a couple hours of sleep. A quick glance at the alarm clock on the bedside table revealed the time to be two-thirty in the morning. Morgan groaned, and sat up, rubbing his eyes. He was aware that Reid was still standing there, watching him, but he was a little too tired to care at that particular moment. Getting up, Morgan picked out a clean set of clothes, and went to the bathroom, getting cleaned up and changed. When he went down to the kitchen, Reid had eggs, and toast done, and was drinking coffee while waiting for Morgan. Wondering exactly when Reid had gotten up to already be ready and have made breakfast, Morgan sat down, and began eating.

"So, you think this guy Brit will be able to help us find the unsub?" Morgan asked. Reid shrugged, finishing the last of his own breakfast.

"I don't know, but I hope so. Jacob Fredericks has been missing almost seventeen hours now. He's running out of time," said Reid, glancing at his watch. He let out a sigh, and then took a slow drink of his coffee. "We don't even know if Brit will be there, let alone if he'll want to talk to us."

"But if he does talk, he'll probably be able to remember where the unsub lives, right?" Morgan asked, trying to sound hopeful. Reid scoffed, shaking his head.

"Most prostitutes don't let clients choose the place. Women are more strict about that than men are though, so there's still a chance that Brit was at the unsub's house. There's also the chance he'll remember the unsub's car." Morgan nodded, and finished his toast, and then stood up.

"Well, we should get going to meet Brit then."

Reid stood up, and walked into the living room, grabbing his bag off the couch before meeting Morgan in the entryway. They walked out to the car together, and set off. While driving, Morgan cleared his throat.

"Listen, if you just want to sit this out-" he began, but Reid cut in.

"I can handle this, Morgan. I came to work two days after it happened, and did my job just like any other day, I can still do my job now. And as long as Hotch doesn't fire me, I fully plan on staying with the Bureau. "

"Alright, I just wanted to make sure you were comfortable doing this, okay?" Morgan didn't want to voice how uncomfortable he felt about the whole situation. All he wanted to do was drive Reid back home, and lock him in his room, and refuse to let him out until this case was over.

Reid took a deep breath before answer. "I know…Sorry for snapping at you…I just wish the rest of the team hadn't found out."

"You don't need to worry about the team, kid. They care about you, Hotch included. Nobody's going to think less of you because of this. You'll always be ten times smarter than all of us combined. Just let me know if you need to sit things out." Reid nodded, so Morgan let it go, praying that Reid wouldn't push himself, especially on this case. Minutes ticked by as they drove on in silence, and then Morgan pulled over where they had stopped the previous day, and they both left the vehicle. It was still dark out as they walked over to the strip, Morgan hanging back slightly. After about a minute of looking around, Reid started walking towards a young man leaning against a dumpster, smoking out of a tin foil pipe, and wearing the red jacket the prostitute had described the previous day. He fit the physical description of the victim's; long brown hair, tall, lanky.

"Uh…hey, Brit," Reid said awkwardly. Brit looked up, and Morgan noticed that he was smoking coffee grounds. A quick glance at the dumpster verified where he had gotten them.

"That's me. Can I help you?"

"Uh, yeah, actually, you can. I'm looking for someone…you probably haven't seen him recently, but he threw out his back a couple months ago…"

"Oh, right, that guy. What about him?"

"I need to talk to him, so if have any way of contacting him, it would be a big help." Brit shook his head, tossing his pipe to the side.

"I don't have his phone number or nothing. I remember his house though. Up in Dumfries, on Dominion Drive. Small green house. Can't miss it." Reid blinked, as if momentarily stunned, but then nodded, coming out of his shock.

"Thank you, Brit, you've been a big help," said Reid, he began to turn away, but then Brit put his hand on Reid's shoulder, stopping him.

"Yeah?" Reid asked, turning back to him.

"Wanna make out?" Brit asked, grinning. Morgan felt his face heat up, and he began to step forward, with the intent of beating the living shit out of Brit, but Reid just stepped back, putting up his hands.

"No thank you," Reid said calmly. Brit just shrugged, and let his hand fall.

"Okay, suit yourself. Good luck finding that guy."

Reid just nodded, and turned around again, and began walking away, tugging on Morgan's arm when Morgan didn't immediately follow. Reid kept one hand on Morgan's arm to make sure he kept following, and used his free hand to bring out his phone.

"Hi, Hotch, I know it's early, but we have something. Brit gave us a street name, and description of the house. Okay, see you there." With that, Reid snapped the phone shut as they approached the car. He jumped into the passenger seat, and waited for Morgan to get in before he started talking. "Hotch wants to meet us at the Bureau. We're going to head straight to the unsub's house from there. He's going to get some back-up from the cops, and have Garcia look up the houses owner." Morgan nodded, and turned the car so they could drive back to the Bureau. As he was driving, a thought suddenly hit him.

"Hotch isn't going to let you come with us on the raid, right?"

"Well, he didn't say I couldn't go."

"Reid, I really think you should sit this one out…"

"If Hotch says I can go, then I'm going." Morgan's fingers tightened on the steering wheel, and he took a couple deep breaths to calm down.

"Reid, please, you don't need to go on this raid."

"Fine."

Reid sounded pissed, but Morgan was just too relieved that he had agreed not to go to care. He pulled into the Bureau parking lot, and they both got out. Hotch was already there, with Rossi and Emily. They were all putting on bullet-proof vests, standing next to the Bureau SUV's. Morgan and Reid walked over to them, just as Hotch looked up.

"Good, you're here. Garcia found some info on our unsub. His name is Vincent Green, and he was fired from his janitorial job at a bank a week and a half ago. He shut off his cell phone, so Garcia can't gdt a trace. We've got a warrant for his house and car." Hotch paused, looking at Reid. "I want you to stay here, and go over what we have with Garcia." Reid simply nodded, and turned to go into the building. Once he was gone, Hotch turned to Morgan. "Is he okay?" Hotch asked, sounding concerned. Rossi glanced at Morgan, still looking as haunted as he had when Morgan left the previous day. Morgan began putting on his own bullet-proof vest, looking away from Hotch.

"Yeah. He's still…well, he's still pissed that you guys found out. He really didn't want you all knowing," Morgan muttered, trying to keep the accusation out of his voice. He couldn't help but think that Reid would be better off if the team hadn't found out. He could imagine how Reid felt…hell, he knew. He remembered how he'd felt, after they'd found out about Carl Buford. Angry, betrayed, exposed. Ignoring the looks he got from the rest of the team, he got into one of the SUV's, sitting in the driver's spot. Since it was just the four of them, the rest of the team got into the SUV with him, and then he started driving, heading for Dominion Drive in Dumfries. During the drive, Hotch called Detective Norris to make sure their back-up was on the way.

As Morgan pulled into Green's house, he could hear police sirens coming down the street. The doors of the SUV flew open, and the team jumped out, running up to the house. Doors were broken down, guns were drawn, and the team searched the house, starting with the garage. Of course, there was a bed there, along with ropes, chains, and various paraphernalia. However, after a full search of the house, they found no sign of Miles, or Fredericks. Running a hand over his scalp, Morgan pulled out his phone and dialed Reid's number.

"Morgan?" Reid asked on the other line, sounding nervous.

"Hey kid…Miles isn't here, and neither is Fredericks…there's no doubt this is the place though," said Morgan, glancing back into the garage. CSIs were gathering evidence, centering around a curtained off area, where they had found a bathtub and bloodstains.

"He's injured…he wouldn't move Fredericks unless he absolutely had to…"

"I know…" Just then, a CSI walked up to Morgan, shaking his head. "Just a second," Morgan said to Reid, before turning to the CSI. "What've you got?"

"Well, hair, fibers, blood, you name it…but all of the blood in the tub is rather old…I don't think the latest victim was killed, at least not here." Morgan nodded, and the CSI walked away to continue with the crime scene.

"Reid, Fredericks wasn't killed here, so he might still be alive, but we don't know where he is. You and Garcia got anything?"

"I'll have Garcia check." There was a pause on the other end of the line, and muffled voices. "Nothing."

Morgan punched the nearest wall, and resisted the urge to start screaming. Just then Hotch came in, and motioned for Morgan that they were going. Morgan nodded and followed him out to the SUV. "Well, we're heading back to the Bureau until we can find anything. We'll see you in a few minutes."

"Okay…"

When Morgan heard the dial tone, he hung up his phone, shoving it into his pocket. The quick drive to the Bureau only left Morgan feeling more edgy, and when he got out, he practically ran into the building, not bothering to wait for the others. He made it into the bullpen after shoving only a few people out of his way, and walked into Garcia's bunker. Reid was walking back and forth, running his hands through his hair, while Garcia sat at her computer, frantically typing. JJ was also there, scrutinizing Garcia's computer monitors.

Seeing Morgan enter, Reid turned to him. "He hasn't used his credit card, or made phone calls, or anything…" Reid glanced over Morgan's shoulder as the rest of the team came in.

"Anything?" Hotch asked as he came in. Reid simply shook his head, and began pacing once more, staring avidly at the floor.

"We could go and talk to his doctors, see if they know anything," Reid suggested. Hotch nodded.

"Alright, you, Morgan and Rossi go ahead."

The three head out the door, Rossi telling Hotch to keep them updated as they left. Rossi got into the driver's seat, with Reid in the front passenger's seat. Although Morgan knew Rossi posed no threat to Reid, he felt uncomfortable having Reid sitting next to Rossi, after the way Rossi had crowded him the other day. As they drove, Rossi's phone rang, and he immediately picked it up, putting it on speaker phone.

"Rossi, we've got a lead. Garcia found out that he owns another property, under his dead father's name. We're going there now, but I want the three of you to head over to Miles' doctor's office, just in case."

"Sounds like a plan. Let us know if you get the bastard."

Rossi snapped his phone shut, and turned into the doctor's office. The three got out, and walked into the building. Approaching the counter, Morgan took out his FBI badge, and flashed it at the receptionist to get her attention.

"Well, hello, can I help you?" she asked nervously. Morgan nodded, putting away his badge.

"We're here to talk to Vincent Miles' personal doctor."

The receptionist nodded, and then turned to get the doctor. She returned a moment later with the doctor, who came out from behind the desk, putting his hands in his pockets.

"Well, hello there. I hope I haven't done anything to gain unwanted attention from the FBI," he said, sounding pleasant.

"No, actually, this is about one of your patients," said Rossi.

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah. We need to know if there's any way you can help us find Vincent Miles."

The doctor looked slightly shocked, and confused, frowning at them. "Well, he just left with that kid that was standing behind you."

Both Rossi and Morgan swung around, only to find that Reid was no long behind them.

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TBC…

A/N: I just stayed up late typing yet again. Look, a cliff-hanger! Dun dun dun…I think I'll just wait a week or so to update this. Mwhahaha…just kidding. I'll get the next part up within the next few days.