I know I shouldn't, but at least I updated an older fic yesterday! And I really do plan on updating all of them! It's just my plot bunnies go wild and I can't stop thinking about a certain idea.

It all happened so quickly. Hotch would have trouble remembering what exactly went down.

All he knew was he was supposed to pick up Jack from school and Jack wasn't there.

That was when he was begining to worry. It wasn't like Jack not to be there. Parental insincts took over.

He swallowed. Should he call his team? Or the police? The police...it was their job. He couldn't be selfish on this one. If it got worse, God forbid, he'll call the team.

"911,what's your emergency?"

"My son is missing."

He had been through these procedures before with the families. Interviewing them. But he had never been the one interviewed. The one on the other side. Haley was pacing back and forth.

"What outfit was he wearing?"

He was staring off into space, almost numbly.

"What?"

"What outfit was he wearing?" The officer pressed.

"Oh um...red baseball uniform. White pants, white shoes, red baseball had...he had little league practice this afternoon."

"Something you had to miss,"Haley snapped. "If you were there, you could have stopped it. But no, you were too busy with work!"

Hotch flinched at the truth of these words.

"Ma'am, it won't do any good blaming each other."

"Let me ask you something Aaron, have you ever once been to one of his games?"

No...but that was not because he didn't want to.

Oh God Jack, if we find you...alive...I'll never miss a single game. I PROMISE.

It was worse for him because he knew what the killers and kidnappers were capable. He was almost paralized with fear of what was happening to his son.

It didn't take very long for the team to show up once he told them what was happening.

"Don't Worry, Hotch,"Rossi told him. "We'll do everything we can to find your son."

Hotch nodded grimly and stared in confusion at the team. Something was missing, or someone.

"Where's Reid?"

They glanced at each other.

"I don't know,"Morgan answered honestly.

This wasn't like the kid.

Reid woke, panic filled him as he felt the ropes against his skin. No, no no...this wasn't happening again.

NOT again. Was this some kind of joke?

No, no one on his team would do this. Especially Morgan. They knew how messed up he was after Tobais. They would never in a million years dream of doing something like this. The high school kids he grew up with might have...but not the BAU...They knew and respected him too well.

He struggled. He was thankful that he wasn't gagged or blindfolded. He heard the crying of a little boy. He glanced to his left and to his horror he saw Jack Hotchner.

"Jack," he whispered, his voice terrified. Hotch's son glanced up, tears trickling down his face.

"I want my daddy," he whimpered. Reid closed his eyes. No... It was okay for him to be taken...well it wasn't but it was better than Hotch's son! Better than a child. He had to protect Jack, no matter what. For Hotch.

"It's going to be okay, Jack," he whispered. "I'll look after you. It's gonna be okay."

He froze as he heard footsteps coming down the stairs...

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