Following an intense brainstorming session, the team decided to break for a late lunch. As they stood in the bullpen discussing where to eat, Morgan noticed Reid making a call on his cell phone.

"Trying to reach the lovely Dr. Christine?" he teased the young agent.

Reid smiled at him. "You called her 'Doctor'!" he exclaimed, pleased at the acknowledgement.

"Well, yes," Morgan admitted. "It is hard for me to picture it, but she is 'Doctor'."

"Well, there are times when I still think of her as Heather," JJ smiled. "I remember the first time we met her, out at The Institute For Business Betterment."

"That was one of the first cases I worked with the team," Blake recalled. "I remember thinking that you ate like that all the time when you were in the field."

"And, you quickly learned differently," JJ laughed.

"You have to admit, though, that Christine definitely knows how to keep a man well fed!" Rossi patted his stomach.

"Right now," Reid was staring at his phone, "I need to get in touch with her and tell her I probably won't be coming over for dinner tonight. But, it's really weird, I keep going to voicemail. She knew I would be calling."

"She hasn't started avoiding you already, has she?" Morgan teased.

Reid glared at him. "She was going to make a stop for Strauss, and then she was going straight to the hospital," he fussed.

"Hello," a male voice suddenly came on Reid's phone. "Who is this?"

"Who is this?" Reid countered. "And, what are you doing answering this phone?"

"I need to know who you are," the voice replied. "This is an official request from The University Campus Police Force. Are you a student?"

"Campus Police? Where is Christine?" Reid demanded. "This is her number, she should be answering it!"

"Christine – Christine Nielson?" the voice asked. "Who, exactly, am I speaking with?"

"Her boyfriend, Dr. Spencer Reid of the FBI!" Reid was shouting into the phone. "Where is she?"

Morgan snatched the phone from Reid's hand. "This is SSA Derek Morgan of the FBI," he spoke authoritatively into the phone. "Would you care to tell me exactly to whom I am speaking and what is going on?"

The speaker gulped. "This is Officer McManus of The University Campus Police Force," he stated. "We just located a car, which is registered to a researcher by the name of Christine Nielson, sitting in Lot D. The driver's side door is open and it appears that the owner's purse, cell phone, and attaché are sitting on the front seat. The owner is nowhere to be found."

"What?" Derek shouted. He couldn't help himself. "Have you touched anything? Have you called anyone?"

"In accordance with University Policy, the DC Metro Police have been notified," Officer McManus appeared to be on solid ground. "I have secured the scene and am awaiting their arrival."

"Well, when they get there, make them wait for our arrival. Don't let them touch anything," Derek instructed. "We are on our way!"

He turned to Reid. "Man, we need to get over there!" he declared.

Blake had been listening. "The University?" she questioned. "I have numerous contacts over there. Maybe I had better come along."

"Good idea!" Morgan declared, pulling out the keys to one of the team's SUVs. "I'm driving!"

"I'll tell Hotch and we can follow," JJ ran up the stairs towards their Unit Chief's office.

"I'll bring the other SUV around," Rossi declared, as he followed Morgan to the elevator.