A/N: Hey everybody, I hope you still want to read this story, even though it has taken me a while to put up a new chapter *sheepish smile*

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Enjoy the new chapter and please remember, that English isn't my native language...

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Disclaimer: None of the CM characters belong to me… I just borrowed them for this little story… my OC'S do belong to me though… this story doesn't mean to offend anybody… this is just for fun… and not for money either...

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Chapter 8

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"Derek!"

A panicked voice woke Morgan and Hotch abruptly.

The two men looked at each other and then Derek glanced at his alarm clock, for a moment thinking that they had maybe overslept.

But it was only six o'clock in the morning, so they had another hour before they needed to get up today.

"Derek!" the voice, that Morgan and Hotch now identified as Garcia, called again. Then there was a sharp knock followed by a: "Please wake up, Derek."

Morgan sighed a little and extracted himself from Aaron's embrace, giving his lover a quick kiss, put on a shirt, so that he wouldn't open the door in only his boxers, before he quickly walked over to the door to open it.

"Baby Girl, where's the fire?" he questioned, looking at Garcia with a small smile on his face.

But that quickly vanished when he saw the panicked look in the tech analyst's eyes, especially after she had scanned the room in search of something.

"Garcia? What's wrong?" he questioned, stepping aside to let the woman into the hotel room.

Hotch was now sitting up too, already buttoning up his shirt.

"Derek... I... Reid... he didn't come back to the hotel last night," Garcia told the two men in a hurry.

She had been waiting up half the night for the young genius to return before she had finally fallen asleep around one o'clock in the morning.

And she had been a little distressed to see that Reid's bed had not been touched during the night.

At first she had hoped that maybe Spencer, Derek and Aaron had finally made up, so she had walked down to the reception to see if the receptionist had perhaps seen Reid coming back.

But nobody had seen them and then she had come to the conclusion that the young man maybe really hadn't come back. Calling his cell phone hadn't worked either, because Reid hadn't picked up.

So Garcia had quickly made her way to Aaron's and Derek's room, still hoping to find the young genius there.

But now she was really panicking and even Morgan's hand on her shoulder didn't help to calm her down.

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Hotch was now standing beside both her and Derek, already fully dressed, however he had managed that in such a short time.

"What do you mean he didn't come home last night?" he questioned, concern immediately evident in his voice.

Garcia took a few deep breaths.

"I don't really know. When I woke up this morning, his bed was still made and his pajamas were where he left them yesterday. I called his cell and isn't answering. I was hoping he was with you, but..."

Garcia trailed off and looked at the two profilers with panic in her eyes.

Sure, he could just have stayed with that Sinclair guy, but Garcia highly doubted that, because if that was the case, he would at least have send her a message so that she wouldn't worry and could tell the rest of the team.

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Derek felt a knot forming in his gut while he looked at Hotch to see the concern in the other man's eyes too.

"I'll wake the others. We'll meet in the lobby in ten minutes and then we're going to visit Mr. Sinclair," Hotch said grimly, already in profiling mode, even though it was hard for him to do that.

Derek nodded and he knew that he wanted to give him a few minutes to calm Garcia down and to get dressed.

He bent forward and kissed Hotch on the cheek to get some strength and to give himself a little strength too.

The Unit Chief gave him a small smile and then he was out of the door, probably on his way to wake Rossi first.

The older agent would be able to help Aaron stay focused, so Derek could concentrate on Garcia.

She looked almost devastated and had tears in her eyes.

"I'm so sorry, Derek," she whispered and Morgan looked at her with confusion.

"Why are you sorry, baby girl? This is not your fault," he tried to assure her, while trying not to panic.

Somewhere deep down he knew that his Spencer was in trouble and that they needed to find him soon or something bad might happen.

Garcia wiped a tear from her cheek.

"But if I hadn't encouraged him to go and meet this Sinclair dude then he wouldn't have gone out yesterday and would be safe and sound in our room and you three could finally work out your differences. Instead he is god knows where..."

Garcia trailed off again, obviously ready to burst into tears if she said more.

Morgan put both of his hands on her shoulder.

"Hey, calm down. This really isn't your fault. I mean, there could be a harmless explanation for all of this. Maybe Spencer just took his own room, because he didn't want to wake you when he came home last night," he said, not sure if he said this to calm himself or Garcia.

"Do you really believe this?" Garcia asked, looking at him with hopeful eyes.

Morgan looked at her and then he slowly shook his head, because he had to be honest with Garcia, because the tech analyst would detect the lie anyway.

"Not really, Garcia, but this thought is the only thing stopping me from going crazy with worry," he admitted and didn't protest when Garcia pulled him into a fierce hug.

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Both stood like that for a while until they had calmed down.

Morgan put a hand on Garcia's shoulder and squeezed it gently.

"Come on, let's go down to the lobby so that we can start finding Spencer," Derek then said quietly and the tech whiz nodded, a small, forced smile on her lips.

"Okay," was all she answered and then the two, after a quick trip to the bathroom for Morgan to get dressed, made their way to the lobby.

The rest of the team was already waiting, all with worried frowns on their faces, especially after Hotch had told them that Reid really wasn't answering his cell phone.

"What can I do?" Garcia asked, after Hotch had given the usual assignments to the team, except Garcia and Morgan.

"I want you to check for any activity you can track online that Spencer might have made. Phone calls, credit card... well, you know the drill."

Hotch looked at his tech analyst and Garcia only nodded.

Of course she could do that and if there was any trail that might lead them to Reid, she would find it, no matter how small or insignificant it was.

"I'll let you know as soon as I find something," she told them and then quickly went back to the elevator to get her laptop and find an internet connection.

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That left only Morgan and Hotch in the lobby.

Morgan looked at his lover, could easily see the worry and fear in the other man's eyes and he imagined that he himself didn't look much better.

"What are we going to do?" he questioned, because he couldn't imagine that Hotch did want them to just sit and wait until the team would dig something up.

"We're going to pay Mr. Sinclair a visit," Hotch answered him with a grim expression on his face.

Morgan tilted his head a little and he was about to tell Aaron that this probably wasn't the best idea that they would go and talk to the man that had probably last seen Spencer.

It was unprofessional, because they were too personally involved in this whole case now, not to talk about the other case that was still unsolved.

But the other case could wait, because the police was probably busy interviewing the suspects and hopefully would be able to get a confession if one of their suspects was the killer.

And so they could concentrate on finding Spencer for now and in Morgan's opinion that was top priority.

They could always call in another team if they couldn't manage both.

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And Derek had to admit that he wanted to give Sinclair a piece of his mind too and so he didn't protest and just followed Hotch out to their car and off they were to find out if Sinclair had something to do with Spencer's disappearance.

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"Is he still asleep?"

The somewhat distorted voice filtered through Spencer's brain, but as hard as he tried, he couldn't place it.

It might have to do with the fact that he felt incredibly tired, because even opening his eyes was a hard task.

And his arms and legs felt like they were made out of lead.

But the worst part was, that Reid had the feeling that he was missing the last few hours.

The last thing he could really remember, was, watching that show with Leon and then he wanted to get a taxi back to the hotel, but after that... nothing.

And that worried Reid, because he never forgot such things and he hadn't been drunk, so there was no reasonable explanation for him to have such a hole in his memories of the last night.

Once again he tried to open his eyes and move his arms and legs, but he just felt so tired, so he gave up and decided to just listen what was going on around him, so that he could figure out what exactly was happening and what he had gotten into this time.

"Yes, he is still asleep."

This voice was much clearer and Spencer was pretty sure he had heard that voice before, but since he was still really, really tired, he wasn't able to place it.

And he was now pretty sure, that it was the better option to pretend to be asleep and it wasn't such a hard task.

"Good. It's better like this. I want to be there when he wakes up, so that he won't freak out and I can explain everything to him. I'll be there in five minutes," the still distorted voice answered and if Reid had been fully awake, he would have realized that it came through a phone that had been put on speaker.

"I'll prepare everything for your arrival, Mr. Sinclair."

And finally even his tired brain made the connection.

He had been kidnapped... by Leon Sinclair, but he just couldn't figure out why...

And as much as he fought it, he couldn't stay awake for much longer, because the drugs he must have in his system, did their work and he fell into a drug induced slumber again, his last coherent thought being: /What the hell have I gotten myself into now?/

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to be continued...