Rossi and Prentiss left the doctor's office and were being guided down the hallway of the psychiatric facility by an orderly. Their conversation with Dr. Gregory had revealed just what they had suspected. Samantha had been moved to this facility by her father little more than a year ago. Since Samantha had come into his care, Dr. Gregory had been working with her to determine the route of her anxieties. The doctor came to the startling conclusion that Samantha's father was the source of her trauma, and took steps to ensure that his patient was safe from the man who had done her so much damage. He had made it so Malcolm could no longer see or contact his daughter. He had seen a positive change in Samantha since this had occurred, but Samantha still had many issues. Dr. Gregory warned the agents that the mention of her father could cause Samantha to become agitated.

As they reached the entrance to an open patient room, Rossi and Prentiss hung back a brief moment as the orderly they were following entered the room.

"You have visitors, Samantha," the orderly informed the woman with a smile on his face. The orderly then stepped out of the room, leaving the two agents with the psychiatric patient.

As Rossi and Prentiss stepped through the threshold of the room, they saw Samantha arranging her dolls on her bed. She didn't look up from the blonde doll whose hair she was gently stroking. Her back was towards them.

"Sally doesn't like visitors. Please go away." Samantha said as she continued to fuss over her dolls.

"Samantha, do you remember me?" Rossi inquired. He wasn't sure that she would. After all, she had been pretty focused on her dolls last time they had been in the same room together as well.

Samantha glanced briefly over her shoulder to look at the man. "I don't know you. I'm not supposed to talk to strangers." She turned once again to her dolls.

Prentiss decided to give it a shot. "Samantha, do you remember my friend Spencer? I have a photo of him here." As Emily said this, took a few steps towards Samantha and held up her phone with a photo of Reid on the screen. It was Emily's favourite photo of him. He looked so happy and carefree in it.

This caught Samantha's interest enough for her to look up at the phone. As soon as she did, a giant smile graced her face. "That's my hero! He's the man who saved my friends from my father." Then Samantha's face turned grimmer and she lowered her voice almost to a whisper. "My father's a bad man. He locked my friends away where I couldn't get to them. But my hero got them back for me and made it so that nobody would ever take them away again." Samantha continued to stare at the photo on the phone's screen, a look of adoration on her face. She clearly remembered what Reid had done for her and idolized him for it.

Emily put her phone away and moved a bit closer to Samantha. She bent down so she was eye level with the shorter woman. "Yes, your father is a very bad man. He's locked away one of my friends now. Do you think you can help us find him?" Emily prayed Samantha would be able to.

Samantha shook her head and became more distraught. "I don't want to see my father. He might send me to the room with the lightning. I don't like the room with the lightning." Samantha picked up one of her dolls and hugged it to her chest.

"I promise you Samantha, you will never have to see your father again. We just thought you might know someplace that your father could have taken our friend. Are there any places that your father told you to keep secret?" Rossi kept his voice as soft as possible in order to appear non threatening.

"I don't know. Maybe my hero can help you find him. He found my dolls you know. He's good at finding things that my father has taken." Samantha was clearly becoming more distressed at this point. She had gathered all of her dolls in her arms and was sitting on the bed hugging them while rocking back and forth.

"Samantha, your hero is the person your father took. He can't help. But maybe you can help him. You could be his hero this time," Prentiss tried. She knew that Samantha was not going to remain composed much longer, and they needed to get some useful information before they were forced to stop questioning the woman. "Please, you must know of a place that your father would lock him up."

"My hero is the only person who can get things back from my father. No one else can. He will save himself and come back to me. Sally wants to thank him for saving her. She never got the chance to." Samantha turned back to her bed and began laying her dolls down. "It's time for my friends to take their naps. You need to leave so they can rest."

"Samantha…" Rossi began, but was cut off by the woman.

"SHHH! You can't be here during nap time. Go away." Samantha tucked her dolls in to the bed and smoothed the bedding down with her hands. She hummed a soft lullaby as she did so.

Rossi and Prentiss shared a knowing look. They might as well go. Samantha didn't have any information for them, and if they kept pushing, she was likely to react badly. The two turned and headed out the door.

So much for our best lead. I sure hope JJ and Morgan did better than us, Rossi thought to himself.

Rossi and Prentiss were in the SUV on the way back to the BAU. They were on speaker phone with the rest of the team, having just informed everyone of their failure to get anything from Samantha.

"What about you guys? JJ, Morgan, did any of Reid's neighbours see anything?" Prentiss asked. She was riding shotgun while Rossi drove this time.

Morgan answered as he drove himself and JJ back to the BAU as well. "One of Reid's neighbours recognized the photo of Dr. Malcolm. She saw him driving through the building's parkade a few weeks ago. She said that he kept circling the parking building. She thought he might be staking her out, but then he left and she forgot about it."

Hotch cut in. "He must have been scoping out the parkade, figuring out when and where would be the best time to take Reid. Did you get a plate number or a description of the vehicle?" Please let this be the lead we need, Hotch dared to hope.

JJ responded, "she didn't get a plate but she said it was a black SUV. Looked a lot like what we drive, according to the witness."

Hotch turned to the tech analyst beside him. "Garcia…"

"Yes sir, I'm on it," Garcia interrupted He didn't need to tell her, as she was already tracking down vehicle registries for black SUVs in the area.

"Great job guys," Hotch praised. "Hopefully we'll have something on the vehicle by the time you get back here."

"Hotch, have you gotten any more photos?" Rossi inquired. He wasn't sure which answer would be better. The photos were hard to look at, because they were a constant reminder of Reid's dire situation. But they also meant that Reid was still alive, and they potentially allowed Garcia to narrow down Reid's location. As long as there haven't been any more videos, I'll consider myself grateful.

Hotch sighed. "One every two hours like clockwork. We'll go over them when you're here, but they're essentially the same as the others. Garcia is using the data from each photo to narrow their origin, but it's unlikely that she'll get an exact location from them."

"Okay Hotch, we're almost there so see you in a few," Morgan said by way of a sign off. The phones disconnect from each other as the four FBI agents made their way back to their headquarters to continue the search for their missing friend.

Hopefully the vehicle information will lead somewhere, Morgan thought. They could all feel it – time was running out for their friend.