"As long as one keeps searching, the answers come."- Joan Baez

July 27, 2011- 12 miles outside of Manchester, New Hampshire

"Eww, Bill! Don't wipe your hands on the seat!" Detective Jenna Stone complained. Her partner Bill Jobinson snickered and said, "Don't be such a girl."

Both detectives were driving down a long country road on their way back towards Manchester. It was near midnight, only allowing the detectives to use the moon and the headlights of the police cruiser to guide them home.

"Mmhhmm, donuts," Bill joked as he licked jelly off of the collar of his shirt. Jenna rolled her eyes in disgust. "How did you become a detective?"

"Good looks," Bill answered as he leaned forward and turned up the radio dial. A male's large booming voice filled the vehicle.

And today, the FBI marked the anniversary of the Colemanshire case that resulted in the disappearance of a team of FBI agents. Now presumed dead, the FBI commemorated with speeches from family and friends speaking on behalf of the team. The investigation into the disappearance of these agents went cold 4 months ago when the FBI and DC Metro came up empty on all leads. Now a snippet from the speech given by the son of one of the agents….

"That's so sad about what happened to them," Jenna muttered sadly. Whether FBI or police, she, like many other law enforcement across the country, took it as loss of one of their own. "It's so weird that they disappeared like that…"

"Yeah, I know," Bill muttered, taking another bite. Jenna glared at him before turning her attention back on the road. In the corner of her eye, she suddenly saw the small abandoned cabin that she and her partner always passed when driving home. However, something was different: the door was open.

Jenna slowed down the cruiser, causing Bill to say, with food in his mouth, " Wha-ya-doin'?"

"I saw something." She turned the Cruiser onto the rocky, small driveway that led to the cabin. It was a National Honor Site, which led it to be being abandoned for the last six years. One night a few years ago, a few teens vandalized it, causing her cooky Chief to require a patrol to stop by once a night.

"Call Chief. See if someone checked the cabin tonight," she directed Bill. Jenna stepped out of the cruiser and drew her gun. She slowly approached the cabin and said, " Manchester Police!"

After hearing no response, Jenna nudged the door open with her foot. She pulled out a flashlight and shone a light into the cabin. The kitchen was nearly empty, only having a countertop and a stove. Next to it was a small stairwell that led to a second level. Jenna stepped into the cabin and shone the light into the far corner of the living room. Her flashlight uncovered what appeared to be a large pile of lumps. Jenna took a step closer and immediately picked up that it was a group of bodies.

Shivering, moaning, and crying bodies.

Quantico, Virginia-The Next Day-8am

Behavioral Analysis Unit Chief Erin Strauss cleared her throat before shaking the hands of the B squad, soon to become the new A squad. Their leader, Supervisory Special Agent Cooper Douglas, flashed a toothy grin at Strauss before turning to his team. He observed all four agents and the quiet technical analyst standing quietly in the corner. He had only known her for seven weeks, but he expected more from what he had heard about technical analyst Penelope Garcia. The quiet blonde in a black suit did not match the quirky, stylish, and perky description of Garcia that he heard about.

As the rest of the team congratulated themselves, Strauss approached Garcia and said, "May we talk outside?"

"Yes, ma 'am," Garcia answered quietly, her head down almost the entire time. Strauss opened the office door and beckoned Garcia outside. Once outside, Garcia folded her arm and answered, "I'm alright, ma am."

"I understand. I just wanted to check up on you. I know since your team disappeared a year ago…it's been rough."

"Of course, ma am." Garcia glanced up towards the two empty offices at the end the walkway. "Thank you for keeping the offices empty, ma am."

"Of course- I couldn't fill them that fast. It would be- highly inappropriate."

"Thank you, again. I was- today's been really hard."

"Of course, of course. Jack's speech was beautiful and moving."

Garcia's lip trembled at the memory of the speech. "It-it was beyond beautiful."

"If there is anything you need, you let me know."

"Yes, ma am. And again, thank you." Strauss nodded and walked back into the office, where Garcia could hear the laughter and eager chatting of the B squad. It made her angry; the only reason they were promoted was because her team was missing.

Garcia turned around and found herself standing in front the wall of fallen agents. The brand new bottom row of photos made her heart nearly stop. Photos of Aaron "Hotch" Hotchner, David Rossi, Derek Morgan, Emily Prentiss, Spencer Reid, and Jennifer "JJ" Jareau filled the bottom row of photos; all looking almost just like she had lost saw them.

Everyone is just giving up! Garcia thought as she walked back to her bunker in a daze. She had never given up on finding the team; every chance she had gotten, she had gone over case files and photos over and over again. The information repeated through her head over and over again; a raid on an Unsub's "workspace" had gone terribly wrong. An hour ahead of local police, the team had raided the workplace, ready to take down the Unsub. When local police had arrived, the SUVs were found torn apart, bullet casing were scattered on the ground, and blood had been smeared on the "workspace" walls. Local police had begun searching the nearby forest for the team, but like the unsub, the team had disappeared without a trace.

Garcia sat down at her computer and put her head in her hands. Where the hell are you guys? She repositioned herself on her chair and took a calm breath. You've worked like a profiler for the past year- you know the case, you know the Unsub. You would have made the team proud.

Garcia chuckled, a tear running down her face. Morgan would have made a joke right now….

"Stop it!" she suddenly exclaimed. "Stop talking like they are dead!"

"Miss Garcia?" Garcia turned around to see Agent Douglas. He was standing at the door, his foot holding it slightly ajar. "Are you ok?" he asked calmly.

"Yes, sir." It hurt her to call anyone other than Hotch and Rossi "sir." "I'm just frustrated."

"It's been a year- you have every right to be frustrated." He walked up to her and put a gentle hand on her shoulder, "If you want some time off….."

"No, sir. I need to focus on work," Garcia said defiantly, turning back to the computer. Agent Douglas nodded and took a few steps back from Garcia. Suddenly, Strauss opened the door, her face red.

"Agent Douglas, you and your team is needed in Manchester, New Hampshire immediately," she said in one rushed breath. Douglas crossed his arms, "Ok, what's the case?"

"They may have found the A squad."