AN/ So, I think I'm in a mood for weird stories, but I couldn't get this one out of my head.

"Make the lie big, make it simple, keep saying it, and eventually they will believe it."

-Adolf Hitler

"So, we have an entrance point in the back of the house, the front door and a small door that leads out the basement." Morgan began, pointing at the map at the indicated areas.

"If she's being kept against her will, he'll probably keep her hidden in somewhere that visitors wouldn't suspect." Emily insisted, ready to bring her friend home after a year and a half. "We also need to be ready for any traps."

"She will also likely be held in a different place than her son." Reid spoke up, strapping on his bullet-proof vest.

"If the boy's still alive." Rossi reminded them. "If this guy's a sadist like we think he is, it's likely that he could have killed her son and made her watch."

"Let's not worry about the horrific details until we know all the facts." Hotch quickly scolded his own mentor. "We treat every victim like they're still alive until we know otherwise. We don't stop searching--ever."

"Let's do this." Morgan said to the group who all smiled in agreement.

"JJ, just hold on, we're coming." Emily promised quietly, hoping her friend would hear their presence.

"Perfect, just perfect." Sarah smiled to herself as she got the apple pie out of the oven, just in time too. Her husband was expected home any minute and supper was just about done.

"Henry, Darling, go wash up." She commanded softly to her young son, patting his shoulder affectionately as he played with his Hot-Wheels car on the kitchen floor. "Your Daddy is going to be home soon and then we're going to be eating."

He nodded emphatically before jumping to his feet and running to the bathroom. She felt her heart strings tug as she heard the soft pattering of his feet on the upstairs hard wood. Surely she had the perfect life. And in three months, it would be even more perfect with the birth of their daughter, she rubbed her growing belly carefully, loving the light kicking that her future child gave in response. This was pure bliss.

"On the count of three." Rossi bellowed outside the front door as they were about to kick it in. The front door was bound to be less fortified than the others, so the chances of any traps were lessened.

Emily, Morgan and a SWAT agent who he didn't know the name nodded as they silently counted down, ready to break down the door at any moment.

The door came down quickly, a symbol of the effort the team had poured into finding their missing comrade and the rushing into the small house became the lone hope for recovering their lost comrade.

They broke into the kitchen, expecting it to be a way down to the basement where surely JJ was being kept. But what they found on the other side of the door was much more disturbing than any UnSub lairs they had seen before.

"Can I help you?" Sarah asked nervously, wondering what all of these nice men were doing in her freshly cleaned kitchen, she would have to clean it before Peter came home.

Her question was met with silence.

"JJ?" Emily cried disbelievingly. There was no way her fellow feminist was now captive in some 1950s time warp.

The barefoot woman before the seasoned FBI agents simply looked at them in confusion. "My husband is due home any minute, but you're welcome to wait in the parlor. I'll just have to add a little to supper for everyone."

"If you tell a lie big enough and keep repeating it, people will eventually come to believe it. The truth is the mortal enemy of the lie."

-Joseph Goebbels