The entire car ride to the BAU, all the walking to Garcia's lair, and when he was sitting down, "Puck" was hugging himself. Not in the desperately trying to be self-affirming kind of hug, it was more like loose hug. His arms were crossed over his torso, and he was lightly gripping his sides.

When he sat in the seat in Garcia's office, he switched to only one am so he could slowly sketch with the other. It killed Penelope to see him with such sad eyes. He hadn't talked since he explained about his arm warmers. The techie was really worried about him.

"Uh, maybe we should call them to see what we can do. You think we should?" She asked, looking at him.

The teen only shrugged.

"I'll call them." She said, turning around to get to her phone.

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Derek had tried his hardest to catch up to his friend… but he couldn't. He had raced to the stairs, and raced down them. He hadn't seen his colleague at all, so he was also looking for a door that was closing. None. He finally got to the ground floor, and looked out the lobby. There was absolutely no sign of the genius.

That was when Morgan started freaking out. He immediately ran back up all the stairs and to Hotch's room, trying to call the genius the entire time. He only ever got the answering machine.

He banged on the door loudly, not caring if he was waking them up. The leader answered the door a minute later. He was almost fully dressed, his tie was the only thing not done.

"Morgan, We're going to the precinct in five minutes, what is it that couldn't have waited?"

"I can't find Reid."

"What?" Hotch was truly confused.

"I was in the shower and I heard yelling. I assumed he was scolding his cousin about something. I heard a thud of what I'm pretty sure now was his cell phone, and then the door slammed shut. I tried running after him, but I couldn't catch up."

"Have you tried calling him? Maybe he thought of something and went to check on it. It wouldn't be the first time."

"His cell goes straight to voicemail every time. He doesn't turn it off on a case, you know that."

Derek could see the debate in his leader's eyes. He was worried about their little genius, but they were on a case and they had a lead to follow.

"Alright, we can't take time off this case right now. Why don't you go and find him? The rest of us need to get back to the case. Call us as soon as you find him." Aaron said, his eyes showing that he wasn't too happy with only sending one person to look.

"Will do sir." The jock nodded before heading back to his room to get on some clothes.

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"Welcome to the lair of your genius techie, how may I assist you?" Garcia asked with a dramatic flourish of her arms, as she answered the phone call from Hotch.

"Can you send us the addresses of the owners of the red Toyota FJ Cruisers? The precinct's computers are having some difficulties." He told her.

She immediately sensed the sad undertone.

"What's wrong sir?" She asked.

"Just a little problem. It's fine, Morgan's taking care of it."

"You're going to tell me later." She assured him.

"Fine. Those addresses please."

"Already been sent to all of your phones."

"Thank you Garcia."

Then both of them hung up. Penelope turned to the sad boy once again. He was still sketching in his very sad way.

"Hey, they're gunna be checking into those cars for a while. Want to go get a steak or something?" She asked her voice so very gentle.

"No thank you. I'm not hungry." He whispered so quietly, she almost didn't catch it.

"Can I see what you're drawing?" She asked, getting up and taking a few cautionary steps towards him.

He didn't say anything; he just held it up for her to see.

It was a sketch of Dean Winchester with a tear running down his cheek, right next to it was an almost finished sketch of a close up eye with two tears coming off of it.

"Oh." She said quietly.

He nodded and set it on the table, getting back to his work.

"I think I need some coffee. Want one?" She smiled.

He shook his head.

"I know Reid has some candy hidden in his desk for when we run out of sugar to put in his coffee. We could each probably take one piece and he wouldn't know."

"I have to go to the bathroom." He said getting up.

He left the room quickly. Penelope sighed deeply.

"I hope they're having more luck with their problem."

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Only one person form the lobby remembered having seen Reid. All she said was that he left through the main door, and had gone to the left. IT wasn't much, but he worked on it. He hurried through the crowds, making sure to look everywhere and at everyone.

He had been at it for nearly an hour. The genius only had about a twenty minute head start on him, so he was holding out hope that he would be able to find him. As he was searching, Derek's mind began thinking over everything.

Why would he run away like this? He's never done this before. Sure, he's done some weird things, and gotten himself into some bad situations, but he always let someone know what his reasoning was. It's not like him to do something like this… well… then again; I thought it was unlike him to have piercings… or wearing clothes that weren't two sizes too big. Although, his jeans have been getting tighter recently. Or is that just me?

He was snapped out of his thoughts by seeing the object of his searching. He sprinted towards the male. Doctor Reid was sitting on the table part of a picnic bench in the park. His face was in his hands, those hands rested on his knees. It was clear that he was either crying, or trying not to.

Derek stopped in front of him.

"Pretty Boy." He said in a breath.

"Don't call me that." Spencer replied, his voice showed the sadness.

"Why?" Morgan asked, not having heard a complaint about the name when he was started it.

"Because it makes it harder for me."

"Harder for you to do what?"

"Admit that… get away from… prove to him that… it just…" At the very end was when he started crying.

"It's ok. You don't have to tell me." The stronger male said, walking forward and wrapping him in a hug.

Spencer stood up and wrapped his arms around Derek's neck and cried into his chest.

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Link to pictures on my profile. There's also the before being edited to look like it was sketched version of Dean because the tear is hard to see in the sketched version.

Another sad chapter... hope you liked it though. I will try to have happier ones soon, Promise. =)