A/n hey all, here's the next chapter. I'm so grateful for all your support, whether through reviews or pms or adding this to your alerts.

Disclaimer: As always I don't own CM. Maybe someone will give me Reid for Christmas?

I want my mama!

JJ did as she was told and put her shoes on. The Sheriff pulled out his handcuffs and told her to put them on. She didn't complain. It wouldn't do her any good. He wasn't listening to her anyway. His eyes were watching her every move, but she was sure that he wasn't seeing her at all.

She snapped the cuffs into place and the metallic sound was like a gunshot in her ears. He was going to take her to wherever he'd taken her mother. She was going to die, she was sure of it, as sure as she was of her love for Spencer.

Spencer… she had to find a way out of this for him and for Hope. She would not be a victim again, not this time.

"Hurry up…" He strode forward and yanked her to her feet. There had to be something she could do, some kind of trail she could leave. Think JJ… think…

He kept the gun on her and made her walk out of the cabin and get into his car. They drove back to the state highway and down about another three miles. She kept her eyes on the trip meter as he drove. If she could keep track of where they were going…

He pulled the car off the road, and got out to move several large pine tree branches that were blocking what was little more than a trail. He pulled the car in about one hundred yards from the road and got out to put the branches back. She wondered if anyone could see the car through that camouflage.

She couldn't get out of the car and run, but as soon as he left the vehicle she began to look around for anything to use as a weapon. She'd show him that cuffing her hands in front of her had been a mistake. She opened the glove compartment, but no gun was there.

Ok… this isn't a movie of the week, it won't be that easy.

She heard branches and grass crunching outside the car. He was coming back. There had to be something. Her heart was pounding so hard she was getting dizzy. Her hands were sweating and… There was a pen on the floor half hidden by the floor mat.

You're not MacGyver, what do you think your going to do with that, build a bomb with the ink and chewing gum?

She picked up the pen and shoved it into her front pocket. Maybe she wasn't like that guy on television, but she'd find away.

"Get out of the car Jennifer. It's time for you to see your new home." He opened the passenger side door and pulled her out.

She looked around and couldn't see the road. The sky was barely visible through all the trees, and she could smell and feel the woods all around her. He pushed her forward and her mother's voice began to scream in her head again.

Dizziness and nausea threatened to overtake her, but he pushed her on telling her that it was ok. He said he would take care of her. He said that Reid didn't really love her, and sooner or later he would leave her and Hope.

"Why should he care about your little girl? He's not her true father, is he?" He said as though he knew.

But how could he know. He had to have been watching her for a long time. New shivers ran up her spine and sweat beaded up on her forehead. How could she win against someone that knew her so well? He even knew about the rape.

Mama… Help me!

It was the voice of a child in her head. It was her voice, but her mother couldn't help her now. Her mother was dead. Yes… her mother was dead and it was time to take action. She began to work the pen out of her pants pocket.

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Reid opened the door to JJ's office and pushed the stroller into the room. He cut off the sound of Hope's wails that pushed into the hallway, by shutting the door with a snap. His hands were shaking with rage and grief.

"Mama… me want mama!" Hope gasped out; her little face was bright red.

Reid picked her up and collapsed into his wife's chair. "Pwease dada go bye-bye… me want see mama now," Hope demanded.

"No!" He said much louder than he'd intended and Hope began to wail again. She squirmed in his arms and his conscience began lecturing him.

"I'm sorry princess," He whispered into her hair. The smell of her that had been so soothing to him earlier in the day was making him sick now.

Hope was a part of JJ, the only part he'd have left if JJ didn't come back to him. In spite of the sick feeling in the pit of his stomach, he cuddled her girl closer to his heart and rocked in the chair, while Hope cried for her mother.

"Mama will be home soon baby. I promise." He stood, and paced up and down the small room with her in his arms.

The office seemed a lot smaller than usual, but the only way to calm Hope was to get his own emotions under control, and the only way to do that was for him to work over the problem and figure out the answer. There were several books he'd read that said children were sensitive to the moods of the parents and siblings.

So he let the case continue to race around and around in his head. He shifted Hope a bit. She was calming down. Her thumb had gone back into her mouth, and she was watching his face intently as he muttered to himself.

Wonderful now the poor girl was traumatized.

He sat down again and rubbed her back in little circles. She hiccupped and raised her head to look at him. Her eyes, that were exactly like her mother's, nearly broke his heart. How could he get through this with JJ's eyes looking into his with such a questioning light?

She pulled her thumb out of her mouth and regarded him for a long moment, "Dada, me scared."

"I know princess. Daddy's scared too, but everyone will be okay." He went back to stroking her silky soft hair.

"Want Mo," Hope said, sniffing a bit.

He found a tissue in the diaper bag and wiped her face and nose. He took her Elmo doll out of her stroller and handed it to her. She didn't complain when he put her in the stroller. She began to babble quietly to her doll. She seemed to be ok, but Reid wondered. How many traumas could a child take before they suffered irreparable damage?

Reid knew the damage that could be done from the loss of a parent or two. His father had left and his mother had just gone away into her own mind.

Damn it. He had to find the answer. Hope wasn't going to lose her mother; he'd make sure of that no matter what it took.

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Emily and Morgan were in the small room off the living room in the cabin. CSI had been called in and they were working the scene as fast as they could.

"They were here," Emily said, looking around the room desperately hoping to find something, anything to find her friend.

"Yeah… I think they were." Morgan replied. He too was searching the room and trying not to stumble over the CSIs and Emily.

"So he's been active in the area for twenty five years. He takes females that resemble JJ. There were victims before JJ's mother and precedence tells us that these offenders choose their victims based on something that happened to them in the past. He had an abusive mother, or sister, a girlfriend that rejected him." Morgan thought out loud.

"Right… we need to know what happened to him to understand his ritual. He raped his victims and he's married so he isn't impotent. Their hands were cut off. Why the hands," Emily asked?

"I'd say he was abused by a mother or sister." Morgan speculated. "Cutting off their hands is a symbol of success. What's that saying? A self-made man or woman! That implies the use of your hands."

Morgan's phone rang and he moved out of the cabin and into the late afternoon sunshine of the forest. The smell of pine was fresh and crisp and he wondered if JJ could smell it too. There was a slight breeze that should have been cool on his skin, instead it made goose bumps pop up on his arms.

The name on his call display made him smile and the goose bumps got worse. Little bursts of pleasure began to erupt in his belly. "Hey gorgeous…" He rumbled happily into the phone. "How's my personal love goddess?"

"Hey Derek…"

"She's going to be ok Pen. We'll find her." Morgan said to her unspoken question.

"I know JJ can take care of herself, but what if she can't?"

"Mama… we're doing everything we can. You know I can't let my man down. He needs JJ and Hope needs her mother."

"That's why I'm so worried. She's like my sister. I love her like we're the same blood. Reid loves her with his whole soul. What if she…"

"Penelope don't go there, when we get her back, you and I will take them out to dinner… ok?"

"Ok… I just can't stand to see the look on his face. I know he wants to come to Pennsylvania."

"So you told him," Morgan asked already know the answer.

"Yeah baby… You should have seen the look on his face. It was like someone had killed him. He got all dead in the eyes. I haven't seen him look like that since he got back from Georgia and he was doing drugs."

"He'll keep it together, you know he will." Morgan said, hoping that he wasn't lying to her. "Hotch wants him to stay at Quantico. Hope needs him."

"I know, but I don't know if he'll stay."

"I have faith in your ability to keep him there."

"I hope you're right. Now I have some information for you. I pulled up all the information I could find on Adam Stern. His mother died in 1985, just about six months before the first victim was found. She was beaten within an inch of her life. She was killed at home. It looked like someone broke in and robbed her. Stern was checked out, but he had an alibi. He was in training with the police academy at the time. His girlfriend claimed he was with her the entire night. It was a shaky alibi at best. They couldn't find any evidence to tie him to the murder, so it's remained unsolved to this day.

I found hospital records that indicate he was in and out of care as a child. He had a broken fingers, ribs, an ankle, Etc. It's a classic pattern of abuse, but at the time, there were no computers to tie things together and the doctors weren't looking for patterns.

He's lived in Marienville for the last twenty- seven years since graduating the academy. He's been decorated several times for heroism. If he's a psycho, how come no one saw it before now?"

"He's that good baby girl." Morgan told her a suspicion beginning to form in his head. "You got anything else for me?"

"Nope… I'm still working on it. I'll call you back."

"Thanks mama," He said.

"Just bring your beautiful self back to me." She demanded before hanging up on him.

He smiled at the phone and thanked God she was safe in the BAU. No one could get to her there and he could leave her there knowing she'd be ok. How did JJ and Reid do the whole sharing the field job?

He went back into the cabin to let the others know what he'd found out.

He was just entering the cabin when Hotch called out for them. He and Emily went back into the bedroom with Rossi. The CSI were taking up a loose rock in the stone floor. Apparently one of them had almost tripped over it.

Hotch shone his flashlight into the floor and the light fell on something in the hole. He reached in, ignoring the protestations of his teammates and pulled out a thick book. It had a maroon cover. It was leather and had no name on the spine.

Hotch opened the book to the first page that was brown and lined with age. The others had gathered around him like a group of ten year old kids ready to take a blood oath. Morgan looked up at Hotch and said. "Well… it looks like we found some answers!"