Its him. Im ok, hes talking about going away.
The two agents stared at the note, but Reid's eyes were frozen in place. His voice caught on its way out. "He's got her."
Prentiss was silent as she took out her phone to call Hotch. "She's not here," she stated, but Spencer barely heard a word she said afterwards. "Shes not here..." the words rang and bounded around his skull, until that small sentence clouded his mind.
Around him, the other agents began filtering through, moving around his rooted frame. Mumbling could be heard, but not differenciated.
A hand touched his shoulder, and he plummeted back to reality. "Kid, you alright?"
Rossi turned the younger man to face him, so he could catch sight of the green paper in his hands.
"No clue?" Reid shook his head numbly. "Dave, what if he hurts her?"
Rossi blinked at the use of his first name. Reid never used it. He looked over the younger man momentarily. Right now, he wasn't an agent. He was a friend, a family member, someone who cared for their new victim. And he needed to believe that she would be ok. "She means something to you, doesn't she?" he asked rhetorically. As an experienced man talking to a lesser one, he knew what the signs were. The kid had been unfocused since he met her.
Stubborn man that he was, he looked down coldly, and Reid was an impeccable behavioral analyst. He knew how to look indifferent. But Rossi recognized when it was a ruse. He placed his hand on his shoulder gently, and trying to motion him outside. "There's nothing we can do here, I'll drive," he offered, but Reid shrugged him away, his feet planted. He searched round aimlessly with his eyes. "There must be something. Where would he take her..." he murmured, more to his mind than the other agent. His lips moved in thought, shaping words together for processing. "He's clumsy," he observed, pointing to the crushed phone on the floor. "He won't have taken the time to cover his tracks, or hers. And he doesn't know we know it's him - he used a different accent when he spoke," he listed, for Rossi's benefit. Again, he looked down to the note in his fingers.
Without warning, he disappeared into the kitchen purposefully, and Rossi followed, confused and, as usual, trying to catch up. "What is it?" he asked, and found Reid opening the doors to a small cupboard next to the open door. He was focused, and thus didn't reply straight away.
"She's leaving clues," he muttered, just loud enough for the elder man to hear, and he pulled out a small white box. Lifting the lid, he emptied the contents, a sheet of small aspirin pills and the instruction page, and along with that, another green postet note tumbled out and slipped soundlessly to the floor.