Author Note: This is my first fanfiction so I hope it's decent ! I have two different perspectives for the beginning of the story. Morgan's is normal font and Garcia's is underlined and italicized.

Disclaimer: Sadly I do not own Criminal Minds or any of the characters.

Enjoy ! =]

Chapter 1-Pictures

As they all gathered together to begin another case, they noticed it was dark; not physically, but rather their team light was missing from the table. That seemed odd, yet they all assumed she was just running late or something.

Reid mentioned the elephant in the room, "Where's Garcia?"

A murmured "not sure" response came from everyone. Hmm strange.

Just then Maria from reception poked her head in the room, "Here, it's addressed to the BAU," she said while handing them a manila envelope and walking away.

JJ was the one to grab it and open it, expecting some evidence for the case. Suddenly, she screamed and scattered the envelopes' contents all over the table. The team thought no evidence should warrant that response from her and quickly grabbed the photographs. They did not scream but could very easily understand why JJ was now immobile.

Inside the envelope there were pictures of a dark, undistinguishable room. In the middle of the room, their light sat, not shining brightly like usual, but rather dim. She was tied to a chair, head lobbing forward.

Questions filled everyone's mind but nobody seemed to have a voice. JJ's sobs were the only noise they heard.

Finally, Hotch asked, "Okay, what do we know?"

"That someone has my Baby Girl and I'm going to kill them," Morgan said while clenching his teeth with his eyes closed and fists wound tight.

"She's in a room with no noticeable features. She looks injured but alive…" Blake stated with the least amount of attachment but she was still worried.

"Get Kevin Lynch to examine these right away. I want to know everything, even the type of wood along the walls," Hotch explained. "Reid, you and I will go search Penelope's house. Rossi and Blake, you check out her usual spots. Morgan, you and JJ, calm down and try to think about where she could've been yesterday. We will find her." He stated, putting his hand on Morgan's shoulder before leaving the room.

Morgan got up and smacked the wall. Hard. He knew he should comfort JJ, but he just couldn't right now. If he did, it would be accepting that this was actually happening, that he hadn't protected her enough and kept her safe like he always promised he would.

Garcia's apartment looked normal from the outside. Once Reid and Hotch walked inside only one thing seemed to be slightly out of the ordinary and they almost didn't realize it. Her phone and purse were placed directly in front of them on the kitchen table neatly, instead of her usual spot on the table right to the left of her doorway. Although this seemed odd, nothing else was askew. There were no signs of a struggle or forced entry. It seemed as though she was not abducted from inside of her house. They took her purse and phone back to the office to be checked out.

Blake and Rossi found no leads at her usual spots either. Her friends from the theatre did not know anything and had not had practice the day before. Her knitting friends were taking the week off and her support group was planning on meeting tomorrow. As far as they could tell, she did not have regular plans for the day before, if any at all.

A few hours later, JJ had already left the conference room and Morgan was still in the same chair and had only barely calmed down. He had no idea where she could have been yesterday and that was killing him even more. They did not have plans for the day before but he regretted that decision now. He wished they had planned a movie night or a dinner date night. He wished he would have done anything to change this.

He had to get out of this room, had to get far away from the thoughts of that morning. He got into his car and just drove. Before he knew it he arrived at her apartment. Earlier, Hotch had called the team and told them how her purse was the only strange thing in her apartment but Morgan had to make sure for himself. He seemed to know that apartment better than Penelope herself. He took out his key and opened the door. He barely made it inside before he collapsed onto her carpet, and allowed himself to finally weep.

Garcia awoke slightly, but still felt drowsy. She was confused; where was she? She looked around through the darkness, trying to figure it out, but she had never seen such a boring looking place. Just far enough away in the darkness, she glimpsed something terrifying: a pair of black shoes.

And suddenly they were walking towards her, very slowly. What had happened to her? Last thing she remembered was walking down the street and suddenly she felt cold, unfamiliar hands around her waist and mouth. She had hoped it was a nightmare, but it was becoming apparent that it had actually happened.

"Penelope Garcia," he had stretched her name out so it became creepy. She didn't know why she felt so tired; she had actually slept the night before. As she glimpsed his face, she blacked out with a slight gasp.

When she awoke again, she felt stinging all over her body and a dull ache in her head. When she looked down, with droopy eyes, she could see slight blood trails all across her skin. She could see the shackles bounding her to this chair that just so happened to be bolted to the ground; she found that out by trying to buck it over and it hadn't budged. She barely had the strength to lift her head and try to look around at where she was. Again, she could barely see anything. There were no windows and no lights, but she could see a table a few feet out of her reach. She gasped when she glimpsed what was on that table…

All she could make out looked like hell on Earth: a gun and a sharp looking knife. She was sure there were other weapons but anything else on the table was too far away to see in the dark room. But those two things had scared her half to death; and with that fear, she blacked out once more.