Spencer was almost two hours late at this point.  Garcia had come in not too long ago, but she had gone straight to her office and not talked to anyone. 

The only time Reid was ever late was when he was either dead, or kidnapped. One time he came in with a temperature of 112°. Nobody even knew he was sick until he passed out doing paperwork and had to be sent to an ER. The only good thing that came from it was the fact that he got almost all of his paperwork done that day before he passed out. But now he was late, so everyone was worried. What if he had been kidnapped like everyone else?

It was a very worrying image that they had all seen before. Reid ties to a chair being hurt. At least then they had proof he was alive. Now they had nothing. They also had no proof he was missing, so that was the only good news.

After two more hours Morgan was getting worried. Two of his friends who were always on time were now four hours late. Really, at this point he was a little past worried.

"Where do you think he went? He wouldn't have abandoned the case, right?" Morgan finally asked the group around him.

"I don't know. I'm a little worried as well." JJ admitted, followed by a nod from Rossi.

"What do you think Hotch?" He asked, turning his body to face the older man.

"I think that this case takes top priority, and we shouldn't worry about something we have no proof of."

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"Dead? I really don't want to die." Jack exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air. "Who is this friend of yours anyway?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Penelope Garcia. You may not have heard of her. I work with her at my job that I have." At this jack raised an eyebrow. He just imagined the Doctor sitting at a desk filing paperwork. Which, in all honesty, was half the job. "Before you ask me, I work in the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI." Jack just raised his eyebrow even more – if that was possible – in response. "Me and my group study the behavior of criminals to help the local police catch them. My team is working on the case right now. What they don't know is that it's Daleks they're up against. I'm pretty sure bulletproof vests don't work against them." He was worried now. What is the Daleks decided to hurt the people he cared about.

Jack saw the worry in his eyes and placed a hand in his shoulder. "Hey, they'll be okay. I mean, they probably need you for your annoying smarts, but I'm sure they'll get by." He chuckled, trying to lift his spirits. It worked slightly and Spencer turned to the Captain.

"So what are you doing with that plastic spoon anyway?"

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It's short, I know. I'm sorry. I just thought this would be a good place to stop this chapter. Thanks for reading.