Alex's POV
Ethan.
I never thought I would see him again. He looks different from when I last saw him, but it was Ethan. It was him. It had to be him.
He was nine years old when he was taken and thirteen when he is returned to me. God, James needed to be here. Why wasn't he here? Of course, if he knew about Ethan, he would be here in a heartbeat; I know he would.
"Ethan." I said softly, so he and Reid wouldn't hear me. I looked at him, I tried to remain looking professional, like I would with any kid we found in a case like this, but how could I? How could anyone if you just found your son who was taken away from you? For four years, I tried to forget him because I thought—I knew he had to be dead. 24 hours is a long time to keep a child, but four years? It seemed impossible.
But I guess in this case it's not.
"I'm going to talk to the girl JJ is with now." Reid said, leaving me alone with Tate and Ethan; all I could think about was my son. The boy in front of me. He was back and a part of me just wanted to take him in my arms and never let go.
"Blake." I felt someone touch my shoulder and I knew it was Hotch. I stood up and took a few steps away from the two boys. "Are you okay with this?" He asked me. I honestly don't know how to describe what I am feeling; I am feeling multiple things that it could create a new emotion.
"Would you be okay if it was you?" I asked him. "If you Jack was taken from you and then you see him again four years later with other children, finding out that he has been alive, captive for this long. Probably waiting for you to come and save him, but you never did, while we went through—whatever it is that man did to him?" I asked Hotch and he glanced down and back to me; I knew his answer even before I asked.
"Are you positive that he is your son?"
"100%." I replied.
"I'll leave you alone with him." He said and I gave a nod as he then took Tate with him over to another area, leaving me with Ethan; my son. I still couldn't believe it.
"Ethan." I said, trying to remain professional; at least for the moment being. "Can you tell me what happened?" He stood there, looking uncomfortable, he looked at me with wide eyes. "It's okay, you don't have to if you aren't ready." Then I noticed his hands were holding something in his hands.
"What's that you got there?" I asked, softly.
"My mom." He said.
"You've had it this whole time he's had you?" I asked and he nodded.
"Whenever he was done with me or I was feeling scared or alone, I would look at this picture of my mom. I'd hold it close and I just thought about her and it helped." He said and at this point, I wanted to cry and hold him so tight that he would say Stop squeezing me! I can't breathe.
"What was your mom's name?" I asked, this would confirm it for sure. He looked up to me and then handed me the picture.
"Alexandra Blake." He said, my name. "My dad called her Alex. My mom has your name." I smiled and unfolded the picture and saw an older picture of me; my hair was shorter and when I used to wear it curly.
"I am your mom."
So now Alex is 105% sure it's her son and now he knows it too. So what do you think will happen next? And what do you want to happen next?
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