Alex's POV

I drove Reid home to his apartment. I thought I should. He has gone through a lot after being shot in the neck and then almost killed by a terrorist. "You're all set?" I asked as we both walked in and I put his stuff on his couch in the corner of the room.

"Who's Ethan?" He asked and I stopped dead in my tracks. It has been a long time since I heard that name. Of course, there was my reasons for trying to forget. I looked to him, wondering where that came from.

"What?" I asked him.

"You mentioned someone. Someone named Ethan—I was wondering who that was." Reid explained and I sighed.

"My son." I told him. It been a long time since I talked about my son; he has been gone a long time of course and James and I had both made it a mission to do so. It's been years and no one knew about my son other than my family and James.

"What happened to him?" Reid asked. I sighed again, trying to control my feelings. I hated remembering it. Remembering it was one of the hardest things. It's like going back to the day and reliving those painful moments.

"It was four years ago. James and I took him to the park. I watched him playing alone and then turned to talk to James who then left to get something to eat for all of us. By the time I turned around, he was gone. He wasn't there anymore." I told him. "At first, I figured he went with James, boys do that. But when James came back asking where he was. I knew. I knew that someone had taken him."

"I'm so sorry." Reid said. It wasn't his fault, it was mine, so it was mine. "How old was he?"

"Nine." I told him. "He'd be thirteen now." I had to keep myself from crying.

"Did you find the guy?"

"No. We searched for months, but nobody ever found anything. No UNSUB and no body." I told him. "A part of me wants to believe that he is still alive. But—but you and I both know that it's not likely." Reid's eyes shifted to the floor, but back to him. He agreed with that.

"You never know. Hope Kingston was kidnapped and kept for years. There were no leads found on her abduction—" Reid started to say. I heard about that case. Emily Prentiss worked it, so I wasn't as familiar with it as everyone else. But that would be if Ethan was a specific target. It's most likely a random abduction, which meant he probably was dead.

"Yes, but wasn't she found dead?" I questioned. I remembered that at least from what Rossi and Morgan told me.

"Yes, but she wasn't murdered. She committed suicide." Ethan could have easily done that too. But sure enough he is dead, it is rare that child are kept for years alive.

"It doesn't matter, James and I have gotten—through it." I said. It's taken a while, but we can finally be happy and together without thinking about it. He came home, which tells me that he is over much more than he was a few years ago. It's almost like we've fallen in love again. We can be happy. We are happy, even though it hurts. It will always hurt.

"Goodnight, Alex." Reid said as I headed to the door to leave. I grinned.

"Goodnight." I replied and I left.

I realized there aren't many fics with Alex, so I thought I'd write one and this one came to me when I was rewatching "Demons"

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