I OWN NOTHING!

He looked at the calendar again.

Three days. Seventy-two hours without knowing absolutely anything about his child. Nothing apart from that box full of dark curls and that dirty stuffed unicorn.

Derek slowly shook his head, his gaze lost somewhere in the room.

- And there are still people who ask me why I don't believe in God.

He returned to drink from that Scotch whiskey glass.

- What I believe is you're drunk enough.

Spencer Reid grabbed the bottle from the kitchen table and emptied its liquid into the sink. He wrinkled his nose, it really disliked the smell of alcohol.

However, he understood the situation of his friend. Derek had lost what he loved most without warning. His little girl was with some disturbed at some unknown place. Maybe hurt, maybe dead. The hours passed slowly and so quickly at the same time.

With a deep sigh, Spencer slumped on the chair. His brown eyes fell on the other man's face.

- Why don't you try to sleep, Morgan?

He let out a choked laugh as his sad eyes moistened.

- I'm not alive anymore, Reid. I can't sleep, I can't eat. I feel like I'm going crazy. I lost my girl. I lost Penelope.

-Hey, she'll come back- Spencer came up to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. He was afraid too. He had thought of horrible endings. -And Penelope is still with you. She'll not leave you. You're her family.

Derek wiped his tears with his gray T-shirt sleeve. He shook his head slowly, with a devastated gesture written on his face.

He knew better. Their relationship was never a true love relationship. They hadn't sex since that night when their daughter was conceived. Penelope didn't change clothes in front of him. They didn't celebrate anniversaries, nor Valentine's Day. They even slept in separate beds.

- Without Sammy, none of this makes sense. Penelope doesn't love me.

Spencer swallowed slowly. He knew the emotional state of his friends. Penelope had a long talk with him. They were a pair of idiots.

- You know, she told me about the same thing. But there was a difference.

The other man raised his eyebrows, really surprised by the confession. His heart pounded madly against his chest.

- She told me you didn't love her. Penelope is convinced that you aren't in love with her.

Derek looked at him, his dark eyes digging into his face. Spencer returned an outline of a warm smile. Maybe Penelope was going to kill him as soon as she found out.

But he just wanted to ease the pain of his best friend.

- Trust me, Morgan - he said as he got up from his chair to pour coffee - Penelope and you both have a lot to talk about.

- What if our daughter no longer appears,man? What the hell am I going to do with my life?

Spencer Reid dropped his gaze on the cardboard box on the floor. The young man frowned as a flashback hit his brain. With a lump in his throat, he thanked God for his eidetic memory.

-The kidnapper came back. I don't know when, but that damn sick came back to your house.

Derek looked him up and down, barely whispering a how do you say?

Then he grabbed that colorful unicorn and placed it in the center of the table. Spencer spoke with conviction.

-When I arrived here three days ago with the team, this was in your yard. It was right next to her rubber sandals. And barely two meters from her tricycle. Whoever it was, he had to come back to grab this and send the box to Penelope.

Both men shared a long look. Derek ran from the kitchen to the stairs that led to the top floor.

-Where are you going?

When he didn't get an answer, it followed his partner.

He was in his office, unlocking a safe. Spencer really did not understand anything.

Then Derek turned to look at him with a small netbook in his hands and a hopeful smile on his face.

-I have security cameras in every corner of my house. 24 hours. 365 days of the year.

The other man crossed his arms. He still did not understand anything. Derek has already showed the recordings of that damned day to Orson. They didn't see anyone. Just the little girl walking towards the street.

- But we already saw those images. Maybe we should call Orson. Police should check the security cameras around your house.

Derek shook his head energetically as he turned on the electronic device.

-You don't understand, Reid- his fingers trembled on the keyboard, but his eyes were immobile on the screen. Cameras only record my property. That son of a bitch didn't come to my house, he was out of the vision of the security system all the time. I don't know how fuck he did it, but for some reason, Sammy walked towards where he was. But if you say that stuffed animal was in the yard ...

-He came to your house.

Derek felt like he was about to have a heart attack. After all, maybe his little one was going to return with them. To home. With her parents.

He couldn't prevent a lump forming in his throat. He checked the time on recording. 3:37 A.M. Thursday.

A thin little shape goes into his yard.. He raises his eyebrows in surprise. It is a woman. Against all odds, the kidnapper of his daughter is not a pedophile, nor a serial killer.

Who has taken his girl is not what he had imagined.

Spencer breaks the tense silence of the room.

-Who is she?

Derek sighed deeply, his soul at his feet.

He pressed a couple of keys and then the image froze. With his right hand trembling, he zoomed in.

- You don't know who she is, really?

Spencer stared at him, speechless, not knowing what to say. So he did not say anything. He swallowed hard, feeling the room spin around him.

But Derek did say it. He whispered the name that was so hard to say.

-It's Ellie Spicer. Sammy's kidnapper is Ellie.