The remains of Morgan's phone were strewn across the far side of the plane, shattered by the forceful throw that Morgan had issued once hanging up. As the phone hit the wall, the rest of the team jumped back in shock, wondering what the phone call could have been about. Frankly they were all getting sick of these damn phone calls. Hotch was the first to recover from the surprise, standing back up straight from his position leaning against one of the plush seats of the jet. He grabbed Morgan, whose back was facing them, his hands on his head and an obvious look of distress on his face.

"Morgan clam down. What's happened?" Hotch put on a hard exterior, but the whole team could detect a hint of concern sticking through. A hint only a family could sense. Morgan removed his hands from his head and placed them on his hips, spinning around and taking a deep breath. He had managed to control his facial expressions, once more remembering his conversation with Hotch that very morning. God was it only this morning. His face may have been calm and controlled, but his thoughts were rolling around in his head like a handful of marbles. He tried to think of a way to tell the team but there was no way he could tell them without them finding a way to blame it on themselves. How did this get so messy so fast?

By this time Morgan realised he had been standing there not saying anything for at least 30 seconds. He looked up and immediately saw J.J's dewy blue eyes. Rossi's face wrinkled almost in a knowing manner. Hotches hard mask. Emily's lips pressed together into a hard line. He hated giving bad news. Especially to his team.

He was taking too long. Every second that he spent standing there thinking of a way to break the news, was a few seconds taken away from getting to Reid, in what could possibly be his last moments. Their last moments together as a family, no matter how broken of a family it was.

No he couldn't think like that. Reid was going to live.

"Reid's been shot" Morgan managed to blurt it out. He did it fast, hoping that the ache in his chest wouldn't be as piercing as it was moments earlier when he received the news. The team were staring at him blankly. The last thing Morgan saw before all hell broke loose was a tear roll down J.J's face. Suddenly Hotch was jogging to the cock pit to tell the pilots to make the journey as fast as possible, J.J collapsed onto the sofa with her head in her hands whispering that it was all her fault. Emily had a hand on her back rubbing circles and trying to calm her down. Rossi was dialling a number on his phone. Morgan didn't know who he was calling. But the expression on his face told the whole story. He was blaming himself, along with the rest of the team. Great.

Reid:

*2 hours earlier*

Reid was standing in front of Ethan who was sitting with his hands clenched in front of his mouth. He didn't know what to do. He had just finished telling Ethan everything, and wanted to get on with searching for Jessica, but he could tell by the way Ethan had taken the news of Jessica's abduction that they weren't getting anywhere anytime soon. A few moments passed of Reid staring at Ethan while Ethan stared at the floor, before Ethan sighed and dropped his hands onto his knees. He looked up at Reid and got to his feet.

"We need to find her. Quickly. From what you've told me about the phone call, he is keeping her in an empty concrete room." Reid was surprised at how much Ethan could gather about the location of jess just by Reid's description. Reid had figured that out a while ago, but it took him at least 20 minutes. It only took Ethan 10. Ethan was pacing around the apartment now, waiting for Reid's reaction to his statement. Glancing at Ethan, Reid folded his arms across his chest and walked over to the window.

"I know, but there are a lot of people and building with basements in Vegas. It's not much of a breakthrough." He felt dis heartened and lonely. The most surprising thing though, was that he found himself missing his team. If they were with him he would feel more comfortable, safe and overall at home. He wanted things to go back to the way they were. He wanted his family back. The only thing stopping him from calling them was his damned memory. He could remember every emotion, every feeling of betrayal sadness and anger that he had experience on Emily's return. It was like a barrier that he would run into whenever he thought of them, and it always succeeded in pulling him away from them more. Even now, his feelings of disgust towards them were stronger than ever. He sighed and turned around to face Ethan who had been talking to him for the last 5 minutes. "Sorry what?" he asked, and even before the two words were out, he could see the look of fury on Ethan's face.

"Our partner is missing! I am trying to find her and you won't even listen to me! DON'T YOU WANT TO FIND HER?" Reid knew that Ethan's anger was speaking. He knew that he was over reacting because of the concern and anger that Reid also felt, but he couldn't help himself.

"I know that she's missing, I do, but I don't know what to do! You shouting at me isn't helping either so maybe you should just stop taking out your anger on me, AND GO AND LOOK AT THE DAMN MAP!" Immediately after his little explosion, Reid felt a whole lot better, but by the looks of it Ethan didn't. He opened his mouth like he was about to say something, but before he could embark on another round of screaming smack down, a huge bang echoed through the air. Reid heard the shatter and felt the shards of glass slice into his skin as the window behind him shattered, exploding as an object flew through it. Then an agonizing pain began to course down his torso and down his legs. He was struggling to keep up, and it was a few seconds before he realised that he had been shot. His legs gave away and he dropped to his knees, looking the whole time at Ethan, who had jumped away from the flying glass and took cover under the nearby table. Ethan was now looking at Reid, who had fallen flat onto his stomach as the sticky red blood poured worryingly fast out of his injured body. Ethan waited a few moments before crawling cautiously out from under the table. Whoever shot Reid wouldn't hesitate in killing him, and he couldn't take that risk, not if he wanted to save Jessica. Jessica. He couldn't let Jessica die. He made his decision fast, and with little thought. Pulling his phone from his pocket, he dialled 911 and waited for the number to pick up.

"Hello? I need an ambulance at the Spring Valley hotel, room 114. I heard a gunshot. Come quickly." With that he hung up, not waiting for the woman's response, and slipped his phone back into his pocket. He crawled over to Reid and pushed him onto his side, hoping it would slow the bleeding a bit. As he twisted him, Reid whimpered in pain and Ethan caught his eye. They made eye contact briefly, and Ethan could feel Reid's eyes pleading with him. He couldn't take it, not with what he was about to do. He looked away, whispered his apologies, and stood, wiping the blood off of his hands onto his jeans. With one last glance, he rolled up the map on the bed and left. Left Reid lying there. All alone and bleeding out. He could only hope that the paramedics would get to him in time, because he had to think of Jessica. Jessica, who needed him, and who was waiting for him. She had been alone for hours, and his basement was cold.