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เรื่องราว MidReal
Vanishing Minds: The Search for Spencer Reid
สถานการณ์:Somehow Spencer Reid disappear and no one remembers who he is and only the BAU unit does remember who he is and they're need to find a way to bring him back.
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Emily Prentiss
BAU Unit Chief, friends with other team members, short dark hair, analytical and compassionate
David Rossi
Senior Supervisory Special Agent of the BAU, mentor to the team, greying hair, wise and authoritative
Jennifer Jareau
BAU Communications Liaison, close to Emily and Spencer, blonde, resourceful and empathetic
I remember the first time I met Spencer Reid.
He was so young, so brilliant, and so very alone.
I remember the first time I saw him after he’d been shot in the knee.
He was so pale, so thin, and so very brave.
I remember the first time I realized that I loved him.
He was so beautiful, so kind, and so very mine.
I remember the first time he kissed me.
He was so nervous, so sweet, and so very perfect.
I remember the first time we made love.
He was so gentle, so passionate, and so very strong.
I remember the first time he asked me to marry him.
He was so nervous, so happy, and so very sure.
I remember the first time I met Spencer Reid.
He was so young, so brilliant, and so very alone.
I remember the first time I saw him after he’d been shot in the knee.
He was so pale, so thin, and so very brave.
I remember the first time I realized that I loved him.
He was so beautiful, so kind, and so very mine.
I remember the first time he kissed me.
He was so nervous, so sweet, and so very perfect.
I remember the first time we made love.
He was so gentle, so passionate, and so very strong.
I remember the first time he asked me to marry him.
He was so nervous, so happy, and so very sure.
I stared at the photograph of Spencer Reid on my desk.
His smile was infectious, his eyes full of life.
My heart ached with a longing that felt like it would never end.
The door to my office burst open.
Jennifer Jareau rushed in, her face pale and eyes wide with panic.
"Emily, something's wrong," she said breathlessly.
I stood up immediately.
"What is it?" I asked, my voice trembling slightly.
"Come with me," she urged.
We hurried down the hallway to the conference room.
David Rossi was already there, looking grim.
"Rossi, what's going on?" I demanded as soon as we entered.
"It's like he never existed," Rossi said quietly.
He held up a blank personnel file where Spencer's information should have been.
My heart pounded in my chest.
"What do you mean?" I asked, grabbing the file from his hands.
Every page was empty.
No name, no records, nothing.
"It's not just this file," JJ said.
"All of his records are gone. It's like someone erased him from existence."
"But that's impossible," I said, shaking my head in disbelief.
"We all remember him. How could this happen?"
Rossi sighed heavily.
"I don't know, but we need to find out."
"Have you checked with Garcia?" I asked.
JJ nodded.
"She's working on it now, but even her systems are coming up blank."
"This doesn't make any sense," I muttered.
"We need to figure out who did this and why."
"And fast," Rossi added.
"The longer he's missing from the system, the harder it will be to find him."
I took a deep breath to steady myself.
"Alright. Let's start by retracing his steps. Where was he last seen?"
JJ pulled out her phone and scrolled through her messages.
"He was supposed to meet us for dinner last night," she said.
"But he never showed up."
"And no one has heard from him since?" Rossi asked.
JJ shook her head.
"No calls, no texts. Nothing."
"We need to check his apartment," I said firmly.
"There might be clues there."
Rossi nodded in agreement.
"I'll get a team together."
As we left the conference room, my mind raced with possibilities.
Who could have done this? And why?
We arrived at Spencer's apartment building within minutes.
The door was locked when we got there.
JJ picked the lock quickly and efficiently.
We stepped inside cautiously.
Everything seemed normal at first glance.
But then I noticed something strange on his desk.
A single piece of paper with a cryptic message written on it:
"Time is running out."
My blood ran cold as I read those words aloud.
"What does it mean?" JJ asked anxiously.
"I don't know," I replied honestly.
"But we need to find out before it's too late."
Just then, my phone buzzed with an incoming call from Garcia.
"Emily! You need to see this!" she exclaimed urgently over the line.
"What is it?" I asked anxiously.
"I found something in the surveillance footage from last night," she said quickly.
"Meet me at headquarters now!"
Without wasting another second, we rushed back to our cars and sped towards headquarters.
"Garcia, what did you find?" I asked, my voice barely concealing my anxiety.
She looked up, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and determination. "You need to see this."
Garcia hit a few keys and the screen flickered to life. The footage showed Spencer walking down a dimly lit street. He glanced around nervously before approaching a black van that had pulled up beside him. The driver remained obscured by shadows.
"Pause it," Rossi instructed, leaning in closer.
Garcia froze the frame just as Spencer reached for the van's door handle. My fists clenched involuntarily at my sides.
"Who is that?" JJ whispered, her eyes wide with shock.
"I don't know," Garcia replied, her voice trembling slightly. "But it gets worse."
She resumed the video. Spencer climbed into the van and it sped off into the night. The license plate was visible for a brief moment before disappearing from view.
"Can we trace the van's route using traffic cameras?" Rossi asked, his tone calm but tense.
Garcia nodded. "I'm on it."
I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. "I'll contact local authorities for assistance."
As I dialed the number, JJ started making calls to potential witnesses who might have seen something. Rossi stood silently, his mind clearly racing through possible enemies with the resources to erase someone's existence so thoroughly.
The room buzzed with activity as we worked against the clock. Garcia's fingers flew over the keyboard, pulling up traffic camera feeds from various intersections.
"Got it!" she exclaimed suddenly. "The van turned onto Elm Street and then disappeared from this camera's range."
"Keep following it," I urged, my heart pounding in my chest.
Just then, my phone buzzed with an incoming call from Detective Harris of the local police department.
"Detective Harris," I said quickly, "we need your help tracking a black van that may be involved in an abduction."
"We're on it," he replied without hesitation. "Send me the details and we'll get our units on the lookout."
I relayed the information and hung up, feeling a small glimmer of hope amidst the chaos.
JJ finished her calls and turned to us, her expression grim. "No one saw anything unusual last night."
Rossi rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Whoever did this knew exactly what they were doing."
Garcia's face suddenly paled as she stared at her screen. "The plates... they're fake."
A cold chill ran down my spine. "That means they planned this meticulously."
"We need to move faster," Rossi said urgently. "Every second counts."
I nodded in agreement, my resolve hardening. "We'll find him and bring him back, no matter the cost."
Garcia continued tracing the van's route while JJ and Rossi brainstormed possible suspects who could pull off such an elaborate scheme.
"Emily," Garcia called out, her voice filled with urgency. "The van was last seen heading towards an industrial area on the outskirts of town."
"Let's go," I said firmly.
We grabbed our gear and rushed out of headquarters, determination fueling every step we took.
As we sped towards the industrial area, my mind raced with thoughts of Spencer—his smile, his kindness, his brilliance—and I vowed silently that I would not rest until he was safe again.
We arrived at the industrial area and fanned out cautiously, searching for any sign of the black van or Spencer.
Suddenly, JJ's voice crackled over the radio. "I've got something!"
We sprinted towards her location and found her standing beside an abandoned warehouse with its doors slightly ajar.
Inside, faint sounds echoed through the darkness—a muffled cry for help.
My heart pounded as we moved in swiftly, weapons drawn.
"Spencer!" I called out desperately.
