Aaron Hotchner was awoken by something, or rather someone, jumping on his bed and giggling. He opened his eyes to see, of course, Jack in his Batman pajamas hopping up and down excitedly and couldn't keep a small smile from his face.

"Come on, Daddy!" Jack said. "I'm hungry!"

"Oh, yeah?" the agent asked his son. "Well, what are you hungry for?"

"Waffles" the young boy shouted.

"Ok, Jack," his father replied. "Waffles it is."

While the elder Hotchner mixed the batter and cooked the waffles, Jack watched cartoons. Aaron was happy to hear the shrieks of laugher coming from the other room. It was nice to see Jack beginning to be happy again. After Haley, Jack had understandably been withdrawn and quiet, rather than his usual rambunctious, happy self and Aaron was glad to see that Jack was starting to be happy again.

"Daddy?" Jack asked with a mouth full of syrupy waffles.

"Chew and swallow first, buddy," the father instructed.

"Daddy," the little boy said when he had swallowed, "can we see Henry today? I haven't seen him in foreeeeeeeeeeeever."

"I can call Uncle Spencer later and see," the father responded. "He is watching Henry while Aunt JJ and Uncle Will are on vacation."

The pair finished their waffles and Jack went back to watching cartoons while the other went to take a shower and get dressed.

After leaving the steamy bathroom and pulling on a pair of jeans and a long sleeve t-shirt, Hotch called Reid's cell phone. It rang and rang and finally went to voicemail. Hotch flipped the phone shut and figured he would call back in a few hours. After all, it was only 9 am, Reid might still be asleep.

Two hours later, he tried again. Reid still didn't answer his phone.

'I know Reid isn't a morning person but he can't still be asleep,' the worried agent thought. 'Something is wrong.'

He called his neighbors next and asked if they could watch Jack for a little while. They agreed so as soon as Jack was there, Hotch took off for Reid's apartment.

When he got to the younger agent's door, nothing seemed out of place. He knocked loudly but no one came. He knocked again; still nothing.

SSA Hotchner went back to the lobby of the building where he had seen the super's office. The man was a little reluctant at first but as soon as he mentioned that he worked for the FBI with Spencer, the man took a key off the hook and said to return it when he was done.

Aaron apprehensively opened the door and immediately knew he was right. Something was very wrong here. He immediately drew his gun.

There were toys on the floor of the living room, scattered about like someone had just been playing with them. As he looked into the kitchen, he saw a chair that was overturned and dents in two walls.

Hotch left the kitchen and down the hall. The bedroom door had been kicked in and he saw Spencer's gun on the floor, lock box on the bed. The bedside table was open and he saw Reid's bullets in the drawer and Reid's cell phone on top of the table.

He whipped out his cell phone and speed dialed Morgan at once.

"Please don't tell me we have a case, man," Morgan answered the call.

"We do," Hotch said solemnly. Morgan started to say something but Hotch cut him off.

"I'm at Reid's right now. He and Henry aren't here and there are signs of a struggle," Hotch informed the other agent.

"I'll be there in a few hours," Morgan said before the line went dead.

He then called Prentiss. He figured she would be more leveled headed at the moment than Penelope and he didn't have the patience to deal with her getting upset right now.

"What's up, Hotch?" she asked. "You interrupted the most amazing massage I have ever had."

"Reid and Henry are missing," he said, not beating around the bush. "I'm in his apartment and there are signs of a struggle."

"Oh, my god," she breathed. "I'll tell Garcia and we'll be there ASAP."

As soon as the call ended, he took a deep breath and called JJ.

"Hey, Hotch," JJ answered cheerfully. "We don't have a case do we?"

"JJ," he said hesitantly.

"Oh, my god, what's wrong?" she gasped.

"JJ, I'm at Reid's right now," he took another deep breath and pushed forward. "He and Henry aren't here. There are signs of a struggle and Reid's cell phone is still here."

"Oh-oh god!" she cried. "We'll be on the next flight out of- Oh, god, Hotch!"

"We'll find them, JJ" the agent said, hoping he wasn't lying.