Happiness is not something ready made. It comes from your own actions.

-Dalai Lama

Once downstairs in the lobby, Spencer and Amber made their way over to the rest of the team, all dressed in flashy clothes,Amber had rented for them, with the help of Penelope Garcia. The team saw them walking over, all of them had huge smiles on their faces.

"Aww, you two look like you are going to prom," Prentiss joked.

"I never went to prom," Spencer stated.

Prentiss' laugh faded and she pursed her lips together. "That's right….you were twelve…"

The rest of the team and Amber slightly chuckled.

"It's alright, prom wasn't that great anyways," Amber confessed as they walked towards the lobby doors.

The cold night air hit their skin and Amber shivered.

They entered the restaurant and it all felt like they entered the same dream. The ceilings were high, and the wall moldings were painted gold. It looked as though it was heaven. The floors where marble, a Chandelier hung above the front doors, and the tables where covered in pure white cloths.

The group got seated at a huge round table, with an extra seat that they had joked was for Garcia. The sounds of the live band filled the restaurant and there was even a dance floor a few tables over from them.

Amber leaned over to Spencer and whispered,"We should dance,"

Spencer smiled at Amber. "We can,but later,"

Amber pouted for a moment but then straightened up, "Alright," she agreed. Amber looked around at the table of Spencer's team and friends. They were watching the couple, glad that Reid was happy.

The waiter came over to the group, Spencer caught a glimpse of his name tag;Matt. He looked just like Luke; blonde hair, bright blue eyes, tall, physically fit, and had a bright white smile. Spencer's confidence went from a nine to a three in a heart beat. He watched as the waiter stood on the other side of that table, he was watching Amber. He made it obvious, he would look around at everyone, but stopped at her for more than a few seconds. Spencer didn't realize, but he was glaring at him. The team took their turns to order drinks. The waiter got to Amber and flashed his big white smile.

"And for you miss?" He asked Amber.

"I'll have a glass of White zinfandel," she answered without looking away from spencer.

The waiter glared at the two of them as he bitterly jot down the drink. Spencer and him were still shooting glaring at each other. He turned on his heels and left the table without a word.

"What was that about?" Amber asked as she looked away from Spencer.

"What was what?" Spencer asked.

Amber sharply turned her head back to look at him. " You know what."

"I don't want any guy looking at you."

Amber raised an eyebrow, curious as to why Spencer was acting like this. "Really? And why is that?"

"Because, I know the second that another guy looks at you, he won't be able to take his eyes off you." He answered.

Amber could feel her face turning red as she leaned into him and kissed his lips. She could feel the rest of the team watching them, but she didn't care. She didn't care that they knew how she felt about him. The kiss ended and the two continued to sneak peaks at each other. The group started to chat, laughing and catching up on what little time they have to talk. The waiters,the one they had before and another boy, brought their drinks over to them.

"I'll give you guys some more time to look over the menu." Their waiter said and he turned on his heels and walked away. Amber took a sip of her drink and felt instantly at ease. The team continued to chat, Amber took more and more sips of her drink, and was feeling more and more relaxed. The waiter came back over about five minutes later and took their orders, and quickly left the table.

About twenty-five minutes later the waiter came back and served them their food that they ordered. Amber saw the food and clutched her stomach. She had felt nauseated, but just thought it was because she was hungry. She pushed out her chair and stood up, excused herself. She rushed to the bathroom, her vision was becoming blurred. She shook her head to clear it, and that only worked for a few seconds. She clumsily entered the bathroom, walked over to the sink and turned on the faucett. She splashed her cheeks with some water and turned the faucet off. She leaned against the counter, her muscles felt relaxed and she couldn't keep herself propped up against the counter. She looked up at her reflection and saw someone behind her. She felt her eyelids starting to get heavy. Amber lost control of her muscles and slowly tried to get herself to the floor. She felt someones arms around her, she couldn't talk or defend herself. So, she let her eyes close.

Spencer kept checking the doorway, waiting for Amber to appear from the crowd of people.

"Reid, don't worry, she will be back." Morgan said, trying to reassure his friend that everything was fine.

"I don't know…She usually doesn't take this long." Spencer worried.

"I can go check on her," JJ offered.

"I'll go with," Prentiss said as the two of them pushed out their chairs and stood up.

"Thanks," Spencer said with a little smile.

"It's no problem, we will be back," Prentiss said.

The two agents pushed and weaved their way through the crowd. They made it to the entryway and walked down the hall to the women's bathroom. J.J opened the door, the room was quiet, the two slowly entered and checked each stall.

"Amber?" JJ called out. She paused, hoping for a response. Nothing. JJ and Prentiss scanned the bathroom, there were scuff marks on the floor.

JJ bit her lip as she turned to Prentiss. "She was dragged," Prentiss said.

"No, we don't know that, those could be from anyone," JJ had a tone of denial in her voice.

Prentiss tilted her head at JJ. "Come on, we have to tell the team."

The two agents exited the bathroom and quickly walked back to their table. Spencer saw them walking over and lit up for a moment, but his expression quickly changed when he didn't see Amber behind them.

"Where is she?" he asked as he looked around for her.

"She...she wasn't in there,Spence." JJ responded.

Amber opened her eyes and saw bright lights shining in her eyes. She tried to move but her hands were cuffed behind her back and around a pole. She looked down and her dress was slightly ripped at the bottom. Her shoes were off of her feet, the floor was cold, the whole room was cold. She was shivering, her whole body felt weird. She felt like she had been drugged, there was no way she could be this drunk from a daiquiri.

"Well, well, well, look who's up." Amber heard in the distance. It was a shadowy figure. He walked over to her, into the light, it was the waiter.

"Why….where am I?" she asked in a drowsy voice, her eyes slightly open.

"Don't worry about where you are, you are never getting out." He said with a smirk. Amber was nauseated and tired, she just wanted to go home.

"Where did you find this one Matt?" Amber heard, it was another guy, he looked different from Matt, he looked a bit older and had different colored hair, but that was really all Amber could tell.

"That stupid restaurant I work at. I waited on her and her friends, she was all over her boyfriend, but he's never going to see her again." Matt smirked. Amber felt her stomach drop, she desperately wished she could kiss Spencer one last time.

Here is the test to find whether your mission on Earth is finished: if you're alive, it isn't.-Richard Bach

A/N- I know, I know, this took so long. I'm sorry. I've been very busy! School and work are kicking my ass. Finals are around the corner so, ill be lucky if I post the chapter after the next then by then( the last day is the 10th.) I already started the next chapter, I hope to have that up in a few days. Thanks for the reviews, faves and follows!