Reid blinks at him, momentarily unable to comprehend the question because the answer seems so obvious, but then he lets out a short, humorless laugh. "Well, that's the thing. Derek, there is no getting a warrant, not for this group. Whatever they're doing, they're covering up their tracks, and they're doing it well. Someone has to stop them, and it has to happen before anyone else gets taken." Or worse, he thinks, but he's not going to put a voice to that thought. He can't.

Squaring his shoulders, he nods toward his desk, the one Luke had brought in to make Reid his own little corner of the apartment where he can do his work. "I have a few possible locations. If we work together, we can figure it out."