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So Haley and Hotch are still together and Jack is five years old, this is when Jeremy Sayer tries to kill them all.
Jeremy's POV
I sighed and waited at the park bench. Right now it was getting dark and there were no families out right now, but I needed a place to stay, and a person to kill.
Right then two people walked by, a mother holding her small sons hand. He was picking up small pebbles off of the ground and she was smiling at them.
I smiled and took out the phone that I had taken from the last house and smiled. This was going to be too easy. "But mom! I'm in a park I can't stay here all night! It's dark and cold and some guy has been watching me for over an hour! I'm sorry!"
I had caught her attention. I hung up the phone and went back to the park bench and put my head in my hands, pretending to be upset that my mom refused to get me from a park.
"Excuse me? Are you alright?" She asked me and I looked up.
"I got lost on the way home from my friends house and now I'm too far away from home to walk. My mom won't pick me up, if I come home too late then she'll hit me again." I told her. The abusive mother thing would be good for the large bruise I had on my arm.
"Mommy? Can he come with us?" The little boy asked as he tugged on her shirt. I loved when the kids got involved, it just made everything so easy!
"Well is there someone else I can call? A father or uncle...?" She asked and took out her phone.
"No, my dad left when I was little and I don't know my uncles number. Please don't leave me out here." I begged to her.
After some thought the lady nodded. "Alright, come with us and we'll try and get you some help." She said and I smiled.
"Really? Thank you so much!" I said and followed them to her car.
The car ride home is always weird, trying to hold back the urge to stab the mother is hard. I bet she would abandon the little kid at a hospital just as my mom did, poor little guy.
"What's your name?" The little boy asked me.
"I'm Jeremy." I told him and smiled slightly. "What about you?"
"I'm Jack Hotchner." He said happily as he began to drink a juice box.
"Nice to meet you Jack, how old are you?" I asked him, trying to appear friendly.
He thought for a minute and held out five fingers. "Five, my daddy said that I was a big boy on my last birthday."
"Wow, five? That's a big year." I told him, totally not interested in the conversation. If I became close to him, he would want to play "a game" with me.
"How old are you?" He asked me.
"I'm thirteen, I'm turning fourteen in five months though." I smiled at him.
"Oh." He said and then looked out the window. "What does your daddy do as a job?"
I thought for a minute, no one had ever asked me that. "I've never met him, but my mom told me once he was a fire man, what about yours?"
"He works for the FBI!" Jack announced proudly.
"The FBI...?" I repeated.
Oh boy.
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