Desiderium: longing for something that has been lost

chapter 7

I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity. --edgar allen poe.

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Las Vegas Police Department

February 16, 2008

3:28 p.m.

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Morgan felt himself going cross-eyed from all the files he was reading. He needed a break. Stretching, he paced back and forth in front of the evidence board. Stopping in front of the picture of Spencer Reid, he leaned in close to study it. 

Brown hair that curled softly on sharp shoulders and an outfit that Morgan's grandfather would have been proud of, he smiled softly. "Don't you worry pretty boy, we're going to find you."

His inspection was interrupted with a commotion outside. Making his way out, he noticed JJ looking for something. He leaned against the doorpost. "If what you're looking for is a good time, then I'm right here."

JJ looked up at him, a scathing look on her face that made him want to whither up. "Not now Derek."

"Ok, JJ. What's going on?" 

"Where's Garcia? I need her."

"Ok, I'll get her, but you gotta tell me what's goin' on." He grabbed her and pulled her up. 

JJ sighed. Say what you want about Derek Morgan, but the concern for his teammates was one of his defining features. "I just interviewed Frank Dylan."

"And?" 

"And, he's an asshole?" She laughed at the shock in his face. "I'm sorry, but he was the absolute worst home for a traumatized kid. Completely ignored his issues, but yay at least I get a stimulus check." She laughed bitterly. "God, people suck."

"I know, I know." He sat down beside her. 

"That's not even the worst. Because somehow, ignoring a child who relives the worst day of his life over and over again and is just trying to communicate his fears the best he knows how, somehow it gets worst. He was committed. To an institution. An institution Derek." She had tears in her eyes. "I mean is he even ok now?" 

Morgan looked at her. "Do we know where?" 

She sighed, full of misery. "No, I need Garcia to try and track down records again." She pointed at the stacks of paper on the floor. "Get anywhere with the school leads?" 

"Not as far as I want, trust me. I have a few guys that look like our guy, but there's just a few things off every time." 

They sat in quiet for a while, then JJ shook herself back into business. "So, you'll let Garcia know?" 

"Yeah, don't worry JJ, we'll find him." 

She nodded silently and slipped out of the room. 

He found Garcia raiding the nearest vending machine. 

"Hey baby girl." He laughed when she jumped spilling half off her skittles on the floor. "I'm going to need you to work some magic for me." 

"I'm always willing to work magic for you, my love." She gave him a tap on his nose. "What do you require of me?"

"Our boy Spencer Reid. We think he was committed to some sort of rehabilitation home."

She sat down, pulling her mess of computers towards her. "Spencer, Spencer, Spencer. The State would have had guardianship of him." She clicked furiously, her multi-colored nails flying. "Alright, my love, what else do you got?"