'So what do we know about kidnappers?' Gideon was stood in front of the team. They had made base in the CCTV room of the mall; it was closest to where the abduction happened and they had just as good resources here as they had in Quantico. It was a grey coloured room with several computer screens hanging on the walls.

Morgan and Prentiss were stood looking at the CCTV which Garcia had pulled up for them. Hotch had taken Hayley home and was on his way back. JJ was still distraught and went for a drive with Will to clear her head.

Reid cleared his throat. 'There are two types; those motivated by sex, i.e. paedophiles and those motivated by revenge. Typically paedophiles only take one child at a time, that way they are easier to control and keep quiet, so it looks like we're looking at the latter. This is a personal attack on Hotch and JJ.'

'By why take their kids? If it was revenge, why not pull them off the street and take what they want? Why risk themselves by taking their children right in front of them?'

Gideon sighed, 'They took the things that is closest to their hearts. To punish them emotionally instead of physically. It does a lot more damage to parents.'

They all turned as Hotch walked into the room. He had changed into his suit, maybe to regain some control. 'what have we got?'

Reid relayed again his theory of revenge kidnappers and Aaron nodded his head. 'We've done enough to get punished for.'

Gideon looked confused. 'What do you mean, 'punished for'?'

'Come on Gideon, in our line of work we get a lot of enemies. Its amazing something like this hasn't happened before.

'What else do we know about revenge kidnappers?' asked Garcia, getting back to the case.

Morgan looked at her. 'Normally they take the kids for something in return; a swap, money, a way out. Most of the time they will contact the parents.'

'What do you mean, contact?'

'I mean they will send the parents something; some hair, fingernails. Maybe even a picture or video.'

'And these sickos get off knowing they are hurting the parents?'

Morgan nodded.

'We cant just sit here and do nothing. We have to get the police involved; start a grid search or something! It feels wrong just sitting here!' Hotch was wringing his hands in desperation.

'I don't think that would be a good idea' Garcia whispered, her eyes glued to her screen.

The team sidled behind her.

'I have a filter looking for web pegs with children in it, you know in case it's relevant to a case, and i just pulled this one up-'

She clicked on a link and everyone heard Hotch sigh as an image filled the screen.

It was Jack. His eyes and mouth were covered with a material. He looked ok, apart from a thin cut on his cheek. There was no sign of Henry.

A shadow cast over Jack. 'Say hello to daddy' spat a man nastily. He removed Jack's gag off and the little boy sucked air in gratefully.

'Mr. Hotchner, i regret you cannot speak to me, but i need you to just listen; it is not us. We are working for a higher power, someone who hates your guts. The little baby wouldn't stop crying so my partners taken him outside. Now i don't want to hurt children. I really don't, but i don't know what to do, what food to give them and things like that. I don't want them anymore but i don't want to kill them. I don't know what to do. The man looked about twenty, small, unwashed and unshaven. He looked scared and desperate.

'Garcia, cant you get an audio link?' asked Morgan.

'No, honey, this is a camcorder not a webcam. Its not two way.'

Prentiss was looking at Hotch; his eyes had not left his little boys. He was shaking, savouring seeing his boy alive. Thank god JJ wasn't here; there was no sign of her boy.

There was a crash on the screen. The man looked around.

'Get out of the way, i heard your snivelling' a huge man's face filled the screen. It looked like the definition of evil. He had black, beady eyes, an unkempt moustache and several small scars dividing up his chin.

'Hotchner you had this coming!' he snarled. 'If you hadn't killed my son none of this would have happened. Now i'm gonna take yours from you!' he pulled Jack around in front of him. the little boy let out a terrified squeal. The man took out a knife and held it tantilisingly close to the boys throat. The boy screamed and Hotch yelled 'no!' the man on the screen laughed and removed the knife. 'But not yet. There is things yet to do.' His eyes narrowed and his laughed darkly, pushing Jack away from him and walking from the room. Hotch let out a small groan of 'No!' as his little boy hit the ground with a thud.

The young man helped him up. 'I cant tell you where we are, he'll kill me. All of us. You have to find us. I cant try to keep the boys safe as best i can. I don't like him hurting children. Please come before he does something worse. Whatever you do, don't call the police. He'll kill me. All of us. Just don't.'

The man reached over and turned the camera off. The last thing the team heard before they lost total contact was a little voice calling for his daddy.

The team turned and looked at Hotch who was shaking with anger and emotion. 'Who the hell is that?!' he exploded. 'I need my son back and that big guy is gonna kill him I'm not gonna let him.' His eyes welled up with tears, but they didn't break. ' when i find that son of a bitch i'm gonna kill him!'

With that he turned on his heel and marched from the room.