Derek Morgan opened the front door to the Flack's home, the rest of the team following. Sinclair, Mac, and Adam were sitting in the living room, Adam with two laptops on both sides of him, trying to set up a call tracing for when the kidnapper called. He glanced into the kitchen were Kylie was pacing, her two year old son on her hip. She was trying her best not to break. He could tell by the way she was biting her lip, and nervously stroking her son's hair that she was trying to keep herself distracted until they got a phone call. He knew that she was freaking out on the inside, even is she wasn't showing it. She knew how to control her emotions.

"Hi," Kylie sighed in relief when J.J. approached her, and wrapped her arms around Kieran and Kylie.

"You must be Kieran," J.J. smiled at Kylie's son.

"Yeah," Kieran smiled.

"Has he called yet?" J.J. asked Kylie.

"No," Kylie shook her head. "Adam is setting up a whatever or something to trace the call. Niki is upstairs getting something of Teagan's. We were thinking her dog, Blitz, could sniff a trail out possibly. We probably should have waited for you guys to get here, but I couldn't just sit around."

"It's fine," J.J. assured Kylie. "We were discussing this on the jet over. We think it's better if he doesn't know you've called us. So you're doing the right thing. We'll keep having patrol officers circling around, I am going to go on television posing as your advisor. You and Adam and Kieran should just say your looking for your daughter. We'll prep you when we call the news channels to come out, alright?"

"Okay," Kylie nodded her head, putting Kieran down. He had been trying to squirm from her grip, and was happy he finally succeeded. He wanted to play cars with his Daddy. But Daddy was ignoring him, he realized when he crawled beside Adam on the couch.

"We'll get her back," J.J. promised.

"I know we will," Kylie nodded her head. "It's not that, it's. I'm…there's other things right now that I just…this is really making me freak out, J.J.," Kylie sighed. "I'm such a horrible mother. I can't even protect my daughter from bad things." Kylie pressed her fingers to her eyes, attempting to stop the flood erupting from them.

"Hey," J.J. shook her head, giving Kylie a hug. "This is not your fault. This is some crazy's fault. Do not blame this on yourself. We're going to fix this. And we're going to start by going through every person you've arrested since the day you became a patrol officer at 18, all the way up until yesterday. We're going to figure out who took Teagan before they can hurt her.

"Hurt her?" Kylie asked, pulling away from J.J. "J.J., if I know my daughter she's screaming her head off right now. He's already hurt her. Maybe not physically. But she's hurt. How do I live with myself knowing this is my fault? Huh?"

"Relax. We need you here, not playing what ifs. Who would do this?"

"You think if I knew who did this I'd be sitting here? No, I'd already have put a bullet in him."

"I didn't hear that," J.J. shook her head.

Kylie's head turned as the phone began to ring, her heart pounding as it did so. This was it. She was about to talk to the person who took her baby girl away from her. "Whenever you're ready, babe," Adam said, his eyes glued to the laptop, a Bluetooth head set in his right ear, along with just about everyone else in the room.

Kylie nodded her head, and grabbed the phone from the kitchen table before walking into the living room. She let out a deep breath, before pressing the talk button. "Hello?"

"Well," a man snickered on the other line. "I figured you'd call your boss, but I wasn't expecting the BAU."

"You think I wouldn't call the best people out for my daughter?" Kylie asked. "You think that threat meant something? You and I both know you aren't going to hurt Teagan yet. Not until you get what you want."

"What I want?" The man yelled. "What I want is my life back, Kylie!"

"Alright," Kylie nodded her head. "And I want my daughter back. We both want something. Now let's figure out how we're going to work to get what we want."

"Oh, no," The man laughed. "You're going to figure that out all on your own."

"What's your name?"

"You can call me Zach."

"Okay, Zach," Kylie nodded her head. "Let me, let me figure out what I can do. But I'm going to need your help."

"You want my help?" He laughed. "I offered you my help 15 years ago. And look where it got us, Agent Flack. I can not believe you don't remember me. What about Anne? Do you remember Anne?"

"Why don't you jog my memory, Zach?"

"We'll talk in a few hours. Say good bye, Teagan."

Kylie let out a sigh of relief when she heard Teagan's cries on the other end of the line, before the phone cut off. At least she knew her daughter was still alive.