All I own is Paige and the plot. R&R please!
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Rossi left the FBI headquarters around ten that night. He'd tried Paige's cell a few times, but got no answer. He figured she must have been in the bathtub. She liked to soak in the bath for hours.
He got into his car, deciding to try Paige again. He got the answering machine.
"Hey, this is Paige, I can't come to the phone right now, please leave a message." Her voicemail said before the beep.
"Hey Paige, it's Dad. I'm on my way home. I'll see you in a few." He said.
He started the car and headed home. He unlocked the door and hung his jacket in the closet.
"Paige! I'm home!" He called. No answer. He checked in every room of the house, even out in the hot tub. She was no where in the house. He called Penelope.
"Garcia," her voice came.
"Hey, is Paige with you?" He asked.
"No, isn't she at home?" She replied.
"No, and she's not answering her phone."He said.
"I thought Reid picked her up today." She said.
"Right. I'll call him to see. I'll call you back if I find anything." He said. They hung up and he dialed Reid's number. No answer. He called Morgan.
"Morgan."
"Is Paige with you?"
"Why would she be with me? I thought Reid picked her up."
"She's not answering her phone, and neither is he. She's not at home, and she's not with Garcia."
"I don't know, Rossi. I'll call the rest of the team and see if she's with them." Panic rose in both Morgan and Rossi.
"Thanks, call me if you find her." Rossi said, before hanging up. He made one more call, again to Garcia.
"Garcia, Reid isn't answering his phone. I need you to trace the location of both phones, and I'm calling the police." He said.
"On it," Garcia said, a knot forming in her stomach. A few minutes later, she had it.
"Um, Rossi. It says that they're in the river. Not by it, in it."
"Send the coordinates to my GPS, and to the police too. I'm calling now." He said.
After a few moments, he had the location of Reid and Paige, and the police and search and rescue team were all looking for Reid and Paige. He followed them.
When they got to the river, divers went down at the exact location. When they came up, all they had were the two cell phones, wrapped in plastic bags.
"Oh no!" Rossi said, tears forming. The rest of the team had shown up to help.
"Look at it this way, Dave," Hotch began. "If she's not there, that means she could still be alive."
"I don't want anybody to stop until they find my daughter," Rossi bellowed. "I don't care what it takes, find my kid!"
Just then his phone rang.
"Agent Rossi. I hear from a very reliable source that you want your daughter back. Is that so?" Came a deep voice.
"Who the hell is this? Give me back my kid! And Reid too!" He shouted into the phone.
"I'm afraid I can't do that." The voice said. Meanwhile, Garcia, with her laptop was trying to trace the call.
"Sir, there's nothing. The signal is bouncing all over the place." She whispered.
"What do you want?" Rossi shouted.
"Your daughter of course. She's really cute. I think I'll have fun with her." He said.
"Don't you lay a hand on Paige! Do you hear me! If you so much as touch my daughter, I will tear you limb from limb!" Rossi said.
"You can't blame me, can you? Your daughter has an excellent body. I'm going to enjoy touching every inch of it."
"NO!" Rossi yelled. Hotch took the phone from him.
"Hotch, give me back the phone! Dammit! I want Paige back."
"Your anger is exactly what he wants. Don't show your emotion, and he'll be more likely to make a mistake." Hotch whispered to Rossi, then began to speak into the phone.
"This is Agent Aaron Hotchner. Exactly what do you want? Money, pardon, what?"
"Revenge."