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The squad gathered in the temporary command center, the big white tent next to the FBI van, in front of the house.

"How's the canvas going?" Chief Johnson requested.

"We got nothing, no one saw Harrison with any men, or any sort of abduction," Agent Peters reported.

"Chief, if this boy was picked up by someone he would have fought and screamed. He would have made a scene," Tao said.

"And where's the kid's bike?" Flynn put in his two sense, "It'd be hard to haul a hysterical kid and a bike into a van."

As the squad continued to discuss the case Brenda looked at the mobile white board. Thoughts ran through her head as the squads comments passed through her ears. And then it came to her.

"He knew him," Chief Johnson spoke softly.

Agent Howard turned to Chief Johnson and raised his brow.

"If Harrison knew his captor he wouldn't fight. He could have even arranged to meet him some where," Chief Johnson turned to her squad.

"I see where you're going with this," Gabriel started to write on the board, "He's just lost his father and is looking for another man to fill that void."

"I want their route to and from school retraced, somebody had to have seen Harrison with this guy. Get officers on that now," Chief Johnson ordered.

Sanchez poked his head out of the tent and relayed the orders. Brenda looked around the room and saw Fritz talking to Agent Peters. Fritz left the tent and Brenda followed him.

"Agent Osmond is still inside," Fritz opened the front door for Brenda.

"Why?" Chief Johnson asked as she headed down the hall to Harrison's room.

"She's building a physiological profile on the kid," Fritz tried to keep up with Chief Johnson in the narrow hallway.

Chief Johnson entered the kid's room. There was Agent Osmond sitting on the floor in the middle of the room with a black sketch book on her lap. She was examining every inch of Harrison's half of the room. She didn't even realize that Chief Johnson and Agent Howard had entered the room until Agent Howard cleared his throat. Agent Osmond jumped up and closed her book.

"Are you finished in here?" Chief Johnson tried to sound sweet but she couldn't hide her frustration.

Agent Osmond looked around the room quickly, "Yes."

Chief Johnson turned and walked back out to the makeshift command center. Fritz and Agent Osmond walked behind her and she could hear them whispering. When they entered the tent Agent Osmond saw her sketch of Harrison posted on the board. She looked over the entire board quickly and then turned to Agent Howard, he in looked at Chief Johnson.

"Would you like to say something to me?" Brenda asked.

"I've got an alternative theory," Agent Osmond was nervous but tried to keep it out of her voice.

As the other members of the PHD entered the tent they didn't get to close to where the Chief and FBI agents stood. No one was sure how Chief Johnson was going to react. They all knew that she hated being wrong, and didn't take it well when she was in fact wrong. But her being wrong had never come up in an investigation of a missing child before. The silence lasted just long enough for everyone in the tent to get very nervous.

"What are you waiting for, tell us," Chief Johnson went and sat down in the chair closest to the white board.

Agent Osmond turned to the board and smiled. She took a deep breath and then turned back to face the criticism and cynicism of the LAPD.

"While the thought of Harrison getting kidnapped by a stranger is still a possibility, I don't think that he's befriended a pedophile and gone to meet him," Agent Osmond took out one of her black sketch books, "His father was, and is, his hero. Harrison sees him as this untouchable god like figure. If he were to replace his father with someone else they would have to be just like his father, perfection. Not to mention he is not anywhere close to getting over his father's death, he's not ready to replace him."

"Where are you getting all this from?" Flynn asked, reminding Chief Johnson that the squad was there.

"His room. He keeps a picture of his father next to his bed and the flag from his funeral close to him. He keeps them there to remind him of his father and comfort him," She paused for a moment to see the reactions of her audience, "Which brings me to his drawings. They don't indicate abuse of any kind, just sadness. If he'd met someone then he still wouldn't be sad? And after talking with his mother I've been able to sort his drawings into three subjects."

At this point she opened her sketch book and pulled out several sketches that she had taken from Harrison's wall. She put up three on the board together and then three more a bit farther down and then one more an inch or so from the last grouping.

"These drawings," Agent Osmond pointed to the first group, "are of a tree house that Harrison and his dad built together."

"And these," She pointed to the next grouping, "are of the house he lived in on the military base."

"And she didn't know what this was," Agent Osmond pointed to the last drawing, "But the thing that all of these have in common, besides an artist, is that they are all buildings. Not a single drawing in his room had people in it. Kids usually draw people, friends, family, the people that they see everyday. Harrison is always drawing buildings, and kids that age don't have an appreciation for architecture, and all of these structures are very basic, no spires or intricate parts. So the reason that he drew these, the reason that he has them hanging on his wall is that comfort him in some way."

Agent Osmond took in a breath after saying all that. She watched and waited for reactions. Chief Johnson stood up and the room fell silent. She walked over to Agent Osmond. They were similar in stature so neither one was too physically threatening to the other.

"I do think you've got something here with your art psychology," That lit up Agent Osmond's face, but it was premature, "I will take what you've said into consideration, but this does not give me a lead to go on. I will adjust the investigation as I see fit but I have to continue it in this direction."

Agent Osmond nodded.

"If you can give me a name or a location or something we can go on then we will turn this investigation around and go wherever your information leads," Chief Johnson turned to face her squad, "what have you found out?"


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