Parents

They were working out of the FBI headquarters on a new case in the local area. Someone was killing off six year old boys. They'd only just discovered the latest victim at a new dumping site. It affected Hotch and Emily as each one of them looked like their own six year old son.

They were just glad to be firm in the belief he was safe with his older brother. While they were at work Jack and Jessica would look after him. Jack had been devoted to him ever since he was born when he was nine and Toby looked up at him. He worshipped the ground his parents and older brother walked on.

The boy's parents had just arrived and Hotch decided that he and his wife would inform them in the conference room. They ushered them in there and sat them both down.

"You've found him? You've found Martin?" Mrs Cleveland asked hopeful.

They both looked down then back up solemnly. "We have. We found Martin's body an hour ago."

"No," they answered numbly. "No, it can't be our son. How did you know it was our son?"

"I'm sorry, there was a positive identification. It was Martin we found."

"You didn't even stop him! Are you any closer to finding him? What are you even doing to put him behind bars? You're just standing around here! You're not even out there catching him!" Mr Cleveland shouted.

"We are closer to finding him and we're working on a profile which will help us catch him."

Mrs Cleveland took her husband's hand and asked, "May we see him?"

"I would advise against it," Emily answered gently.

"Oh my god no no no! What did he do to him?" she asked trying to bite back tears with a sinking feeling in her stomach.

"This man's collecting hearts..." Her eyes widened in horror and Emily took her hands. "We'll catch him, we promise you that, and bring him to justice. We have a six year old son ourselves and if he was in Martin's shoes it would kill us too but please focus on the happy memories you have with Martin. That's what he'd want. Do it for his sake."

"You can stay here for a while," Hotch said.

"Thank you, Agent Hotchner."

They left and headed back to the team. They hoped to God they were closing in on him. They had to stop him as soon as possible. They couldn't let any more parents lose their sons.

"Please, tell me we have something on this man," he said pinching the top of his nose.

"We've got a full profile."

"Then let's give it."