The Winchesters never were ones for staying in one place for too long so when the ambulance had taken off, it was only minutes later that they were too. They were headed straight back to Quantico to get Spencer back within the five days he had taken off.

It was midday when Dean had pulled up to the FBI headquarters. "At least thing about it." Dean was saying, leaning over into the passenger seat.

"Yeah," Spencer tapped the roof of the car. "I'll let you know."

Spencer turned already pulling out his ID card to get into the building. Dean was trying to convince him to stay with them at least until they found dad. It was something he would never consider under any circumstance and yet somehow he found himself thinking about it.

Hunting demons was a simpler way to live. There was more shoot first before thinking, and if it was evil, you killed it. Black and white, no in between. Profiling however was the complete opposite. Everything was all different kinds of gray. These were humans that killed others, and could easily blend into society.

Right now, he wouldn't mind the easy route but he had worked too hard to throw away his job just like that. So he would, he would think about it.

The elevator ride was a quick and smooth one and when he reached his floor, he stepped out looking for his team. No one was in the bullpen so that left the conference room as the only other place they could be. Once he found that they weren't there ether, he went to find out where they were.

"Agent Reid?" came a voice from behind him.

"Yes?" he turned to see Anderson standing with a case file in his hands.

"Agent Hotchner said that the BAU team was headed to DC on a case and asks that you join them when you came back. These are the files," he handed them over.

"Alright, thank you." Spencer said taking the files from him and then taking out his phone. Maybe if they hadn't gotten too far, they could give him a lift.

By the time he was outside again, they were parked at the curb waiting.

"Just couldn't stay away from us," Dean joked.

"Whatever," Spencer snorted.

He was seated in the back looking over the case. Patricia Davenport was kidnapped for ransom.

'You will follow instructions carefully. You will do this to ensure the safety of your daughter. You will wait for the call. You will answer the call at 8 pm. You will write down the instructions and follow them to the letter.'

No mention of police involvement, no use of 'I', and he had Trish write it. He was defiantly distancing himself.

According the case, Trish had a twin sister, Cheryl. They both had self-defense training. So that would mean he was strong, most likely male. Trish had been out at a party and kidnapped during the night on their way home. The guy she was with was shot in the face.

For the remainder of the trip, he looked over the rest of the information. With AC/DC playing in the background, Sam and Dean let him work.

With about ten minutes left in the ride, he shut the file and sighed he hadn't gotten very far with what he had.

Looking back in the rearview mirror, Dean asked, "So have you thought about it?" though he didn't expect an answer.

"Are you serious?" Spencer asked.

"Not really, but have you?"

"It's been an hour, I haven't had the time to."

"When I left, I told myself I was never getting back into this. And yet, there I was. It felt good to be back there."

"Huh, I said the same thing," Sam said.

"Funny how life works out," Dean muttered.

"Before you called, we got a call from someone dad knew that needs some help up in Nazareth Pennsylvania. Me and Sammy are headed up there next." Spencer nodded.

They were pulling into the driveway of a big fancy house.

"I'll give you a call after I've had some time to think," Spencer said getting out of the car again. "Thanks for the lift."

"Yeah, no problem," Dean said it wasn't like they were going out of their way for the trip.

Before taking off, he revved the engine once and turned the music up.

Spencer walked up the front steps and was greeted by two police officers.

"I'm Doctor Spencer Reid, I'm with the Behavioral Analysis Unit." He took out and showed his credentials.

One of them nodded and let him by.

The first person on his team he saw was Elle Greenaway.

"Reid," she said seeing him too.

He gave her a one handed wave as he walked over, easily slipping into his shy façade.

"Where have you been?" she asked looking him over.

"I just had some things to deal with family wise," he said.

"Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, everything's fine." He tried to give her a reassuring smile.

"Doctor Reid," Gideon had called him over. "What are the statistics on ransoms?"

"If you follow their instructions and give them the money, your daughter will be returned."

Just like that, he could blend in as if he had been there the whole time.

A/N: Wow, I'm sorry this is wicked short especially compared to last nights. I'm just at the point where I'm not quite sure where to go with this chapter. I'll try for a longer update tomorrow and hopefully I'll have my thoughts collected with it by then. Thanks for any reviews, alerts, favrites I love getting those e-mails. I'll see you all tomorrow then.