"He wasn't at his apartment." Morgan stated as he walked into the busy office.

"Burn marks?" JJ's question was answered with a shake of his head. "Then we can only assume they're fine."

"There is one thing." Morgan interrupted the conversation that had insured since Prentiss' conclusion. "Are we sure that this is the address Spencer lives at?" He asked pulling out a paper that had the address written on it.

"Yeah, why?" JJ asked.

"It looked like no one had lived there in years. Dust was on everything. And weirdest of all, not a book in sight." He explained.

Everyone turned away from what they were doing at that last detail. "No books? How can thee be no books? This is Reid we're talking about, right?" Rossi asked.

"Why don't you ask Garcia to check?"  JJ suggested.

"She's pretty busy trying to find a connection between all these people." He explained. 

"What about his file. I'm sure it's still in the file room." JJ offered.

Morgan glanced to Hotch who was currently in his office on the phone. Most likely talking to Strauss. "Yeah, okay. Just don't tell Hotch. He would want me on the case right now."

"Hey, we aren't making any headway, and for all we know, you are working on the case. They could've been kidnapped." Rossi assures him.

Morgan slowly exited the main office area through the pair of glass doors and headed to the file room. As he entered the room he went straight to the 'R' section. Once he found the box with the file in it he pulled it out and sifted through the folders until he found the one he was looking for. He skimmed the page until he found the address and pulled out the paper that he had. It matched perfectly.

•••

"What are you?" Garcia asked the person she thought she knew who was currently running around a large circular thing that looked like a console.

"I'm Spencer. I'm your friend." He said, stopping whatever it was he was doing.

"That's not what I asked. What are you? You obviously aren't human if you have a spaceship, so what are you?" She was angry now, and Penelope Garcia was one person who was never angry.

"Garcia, I am me. I love to read. I help solve cases. I am still me, I didn't lie, I just didn't tell you everything. I only told you 27 years worth of it."

"What do you mean; 'only 27 years of it'?" She seethed.

"I'm not 27 years old. I'm older. A lot older. I'm actually around 850 years old." Her jaw dropped. "I know, I look good for my age, don't I?"

"Why should I trust you?" She sounded skeptical of the man, but it was fair that she would be. She had just been told that he was over 800 years old.

"You don't have to. For all you know I could be lying, but I'm not. I am trying to protect you, and your help would be much appreciated, but if you would rather go back to work and forget this ever happened, be my guest. I just want to save you and everyone else on earth from deadly aliens. I just want to save all those people."

"Then you better start explaining."