/ So here's chapter two. Thanks to everyone whose commented and reviewed so far. I hope you enjoy this chapter, comments and reviews are appreciated :)/

Henry smiled to himself as he looked out the window of the car, clutching at his scruffy cuddly dog. His tongue lapped at the ice cream he had been bought as he watched the scenery pass on by.

"When I back to momma?" The young boy asked, kicking his legs back and forth as he looked to the man opposite him. The man had introduced himself to the youngster as Michael. He was about the same age as Will, with matted, brown hair and grey eyes. Apparently, he was there because his mommy and daddy had called him. That was what he had told Henry, and any friend of his parents must be a friend of his, right?

Michael just shook his head.

"You can't ever go back to your mommy and daddy," Michael said to him, watching tears fill the little boy's eyes. "Your mommy and daddy can't handle you anymore, so you have to go to a new family that will love you, very, very much," he said.

Henry looked at him, confused for a moment, before he burst into tears.

"I want momma," he sobbed, forgetting about the ice cream that now ran down the cone and over his hands. Michael just ignored him, Henry continued to sob as he chucked his ice cream to the floor, kicking his legs as he began his tantrum. He wanted his momma and daddy back; he wanted to play soccer with Jack and watch magic tricks performed by his Uncle Spencer and laugh when Morgan pretended to beat Uncle Spencer up.

"Cry all you want kid, you're not wanted anymore," he said bluntly, only causing Henry to cry harder. He held his dog tightly against his chest, wearing himself out. It wasn't long before his tears had dried to sniffles and he eventually fell asleep, his mouth hanging open and his cheeks still stained by his tears.

Michael watched him out of the corner of his eye as he continued to drive. He had the radio playing quietly, knowing full well there would be an alert out for him, but they would be long gone. They wouldn't think to check two hours outside of Virginia. It was home Michael made his living; taking children. When people asked where he got his money, he just shrugged it off like it was no big deal and said that he worked from home.

He was thankful once they got home. It was nothing special, just a two bedroomed house, but that was all he needed. Michael got out of the car and went to the passenger side. He unbuckled Henry and picked him up carefully, making sure he remained asleep. He kissed the young boy on the side of the head as he whimpered and rubbed his eyes. He shut the door and carried him inside, turning the light on.

Dumping his keys in the bowl next to the door, he kicked his shoes off before he took Henry up to his new room. He wouldn't be staying with him for long, but until he had to leave, Michael would care for him like he was his own. He stopped at the bathroom quickly and wiped away the ice cream from around his mouth. Henry shifted in his arms, mumbling intelligible words as he clutched as his dog tighter than he had done before.

Deep down, Michael felt sorry for the families that he ruined, but then they shouldn't have been so careless as to let their children wander off out of their line of sight. He also remembered the pay check at the end of it and everything felt better again. He rubbed Henry's back as he took him over to the bed, laying him down on it. He removed Henry's shoes and jeans, being careful not to wake him up, before he tucked him in.

Michael pressed a kiss to the young boy's forehead and headed over to the curtains, pulling them to a close. He knew the boy would wake up in a few hours and he needed to make a few calls. He watched him for a few minutes, before leaving the room, making sure the door remained open just a crack.

Henry woke up a few hours later. He rubbed his tired eyes and looked around. He didn't recognise the room at all and obviously being a child, he began to panic. He held his dog against his chest as he began to cry loudly.

"Momma, Daddy!" He yelled through his sobs, afraid to move from the bed. He heard footsteps outside of his door, but he didn't stop crying. He wanted to hug his mom, he wanted her to tell him it was all just a bad dream and he was staying with a friend. He cried even harder, seeing that it was Michael who came through the door.

"Now now, Henry, why all the noise?" He asked as he sat on the edge of the bed. Michael smiled softly and pulled the crying Henry onto his lap. Henry tried to push away from him, continuing to sob.

"Want momma," he said, choking on the sobs as he eventually gave up and huddled in the man's arms, burying his head into his chest.

"Henry, you have to remember; your mommy and daddy don't love you anymore, that's why you're staying with me for a bit," he told him as he used his thumb to wipe away his tears. "You'll soon be going to a new family that will love you so much," he said.

Henry shook his head and cried even heavier as he wrapped his spare hand around Michael's t-shirt. The crying continued for a good hour, before they eventually dried up. Having tired himself out once more, Henry fell asleep in the man's arms.

Michael kissed his forehead and put him back in the bed. He pushed his hair out of his eyes and turned the night light on before leaving the youngster to sleep.