Reid was pacing the floor of his hotel room when a knock on the door brought him out of his reverie of thought. He stood looking at the door for half a second before he took a deep shaky breath and made his way towards the door. As he wrapped his hand around the door knob, he paused once more, taking a moment to prepare himself for the force of his ex-undercover colleague. With that, he swung open the door and focused all of his attention on the man standing in front of him. The tall man with black hair. The man who had trained him. Who had prepared him for everything that being an undercover agent had to offer. Over the time that this man had been training him, they had developed a friendship that could not be broken by lack of trust, because Reid trusted him 100% and he knew that this man trusted him 100%. Ethan trusted Reid and Reid trusted Ethan.

Ethan was standing there in the doorway with a smug grin etched onto his face. The last time they had seen each other, Reid had jokingly told him that the next time they would meet would be when He and his team were coming to rescue him from a botched undercover mission. Now that they were seeing each other and it was in-fact Reid that needed help, it was a little embarrassing but Reid knew that this man was the only one that could help. Looking harder at the man standing in-front of him, it was obvious to Reid that Ethan had absolutely no idea about Jessica's kidnapping which was unfortunate for Reid. He hated being the guy to bring bad news. While undercover, Reid, Jessica and Ethan were inseperable and had developed a tight friendship along with a few others, however Reid and Jessica had always been closer than any of the others, which was probably why she contacted Reid at the first opportunity.

Ethan stepped forward and wrapped Reid in a tight hug. "Well well" he smiled. "Spencer Reid needs some help" as he stepped back, Reid could see that his smug grin had been replaced with a happy smile. "It's good to see you man! Been a long time"

"Yeh you have no idea how good it is to see you" Ethan's smile faltered for a second when he took in the note of sadness in Reid voice.

"What's up?" Reid sighed and moved out of the way, signalling that he should come in. He pointed to the sofa and Ethan sat down immediately looking up as Reid sat down opposite him. "Come on Reid you look way too serious" Ethan pointed out, his smile completely gone now.

"Yesterday" Reis paused. "Yesterday I got a phone call from Jessica. She's… uh…. I….I think she may have been kidnapped" Reid finished the sentence quickly. Like ripping off a band aid. He didn't want to look at Ethan, because he knew that Ethan was feeling exactly like he had been feeling after that horrible phone call, but he was going to have to look at him and talk to him eventually, so he decided to get it over and done with. As he flicked his head up, he caught site of Ethan jumping of his place on the sofa and beginning to pace the floor of the hotel room. He was obviously distressed and Reid thought it best to just wait for Ethan to speak first. After 5 minutes of pacing, Ethan walked over and stood in front of Reid.

"Tell me everything you know"

Hotch:

Stretching lazily, Hotch began to open his eyes. For a brief moment, he forgot about what he and his team were going to do today. It was nice, but didn't last long. He sighed deeply and began to sit up in his bed, looking around at his hotel room. Probably the last place he would feel comfortable for a while. The clock that was set on his bed side table said 5am, which meant that if Hotch didn't get up now they would be late for their flight to New York. He made his way drearily around his hotel room, picking out clothes from his suitcase which was thrown by the door, and headed to the bathroom. Twenty minutes later he emerged from the bathroom in an explosion of steam, and headed to his final destination before he went to wake up the rest of the team. He slipped on his shoes and headed to the door of his hotel room, grabbing his suitcase on the way. His agents were all conveniently placed in rooms next to each other, so all Hotch had to do was whack their doors once each whilst walking down the hall. The bang should wake them, if they're not already awake, he thought. He continued walking down the hall to the elevator, and pressed the button, but before he could step in to the elevator through the opening doors, a shout from behind him made him spin around. Bounding towards him was Morgan. He was wearing his usual casual tee and a pair of back denim's, his boots thumping on the floor as he jogged. Before entering the elevator, he hesitated long enough for Hotch to notice, but quickly regained his composure and stepped into the metal box.

The doors closed, and after a brief moment of silence, Hotch turned to Morgan.

"We need to talk" his face was hard and serious, but inside he was feeling more sympathetic towards Morgan than he wanted to let on. Morgan was looking at him, a knowing look plastered onto his face.

"Look Hotch, yesterday in the elevator" Morgan sounded pleading. "It won't happen again. It was just a memory you know it just hit me harder than I expected it to. My head is in this so don't send me home. Please." Hotch was a little taken aback. It was like Morgan had read his mind. Maybe he wasn't as good at keeping his feelings hidden as he thought he was. A few more seconds passed before he spoke.

"Are you sure you can keep yourself together? We're doing this for Reid Morgan and if you're not going to be able to hold back your feelings a bit then you should seriously consider letting the rest of us do this" Morgan was standing taller now, mouth open waiting for Hotch to finish his little lecture.

"I can do this! Just give me one chance." Hotch sighed and turned back to face the now opening doors of the elevator.

"One chance. The first sign of trouble and I'm sending you home." As Hotch walked out of the elevator and down the corridor towards the breakfast room, he couldn't help but smile. He liked how close of a family his team were. They all wanted to help Reid, and honestly he was hoping that Morgan could keep it together. Seeing the look on Morgan's face if he had to send him home wouldn't be pleasant for anyone.

Hotch and Morgan only had to wait for ten minutes before the rest of the team came trailing into the room, their go bags slung over their shoulders and determined looks on each one of their faces. There was no conversation whilst they ate their breakfast. They were all thinking about the same thing. Reid. Where would he be? They knew he was in New York, but New York was a big city. This would be like finding a needle in a hay-stack, if they didn't have their own secret weapon. Penelope Garcia

As soon as breakfast was finished, they began to make their way towards the private jet, which Strauss had allowed them to use for a couple more days to get to New York. The journey to the airport was also lacking conversation, but no one had a problem with that. They were all still lost in their thoughts, Morgan more so than the others. He was thinking of the phone-call that had sent Reid into such a panic. It must have been some phone-call to get him that panicked, Morgan hadn't seen him that worked up for the entire time that they had known each-other, and that was a long time. It was only then that he realised how much he missed Reid. He needed to find him or he was going to completely break down. He couldn't let that happen, especially after the talk that Hotch had given him that morning in the elevator. If he did anything to get himself kicked off the case and they didn't find Reid, Morgan would never forgive himself.

The jet was waiting on the runway, ready to take off as they all piled out of the S.U.V's and on to the tarmac. The jet was a nice place for all of them. It was a place to relax after a hard case. A place to play cards and joke around, but today the jet was merely a vehicle that was taking them to somewhere that they needed to be. Taking them to someone they needed to see. As they loaded themselves onto the jet, lugging their bags up with them, Morgan's phone rang. He hurried in through the doorway of the jet to throw his bags into the overhead compartment, before removing his phone from his pocket with one swift moment and pressing the accept call button.

"Morgan" he answered. He stood there with his phone to his ear, listening intently to the person on the other end before his face went hard. The team were watching him, all of them noticing his change in facial expression. They all crowded round him while he continued to listen.

Phone call:

"Hello Derek Morgan? This is Las Vegas Spring Valley hospital. You are listed as Dr. Spencer Reid's emergency contact? I'm sorry to inform you that Dr. Reid has been shot. You should get down here as soon as possible."