(A/N): Well, here it is! I hope you guys are enjoying the story so far! Not much to say except that I was pretty busy the last couple of weeks but I had some free time this week to write this chapter. Hope you guys enjoy!

Oh wait, just to let you know, the last two chapters had a mistake. They said Oliver Harper's 'parents', but in my outline, it said that he had a single father. It's not a big deal, but I had a little scene that I want in the story, and I don't want to have to change it in order to fit in a mother (sorry). I've changed it by now, but I hope this clears up any confusion.

Disclaimer: I own Crimi- IT WAS A JOKE! It was a joke. Please… please don't hurt me.

The Barn: Two Years Ago…

It was only a few minutes of silence when the new boy started to speak.

"Hey," the boy said tentatively. "I'm Tyler." He looked expectantly at me, his blue eyes staring at me.

I just gazed out the bars, leaning against the wall, only sparing a glance at the boy. "Will." He stared at me harder from his little corner, his legs crossed and arms limp in his lap.

"Where… where are we?" he asked once again.

We heard Julia sigh again. Tyler turned his head sharply toward her direction. "I'm telling you, it's your home for the next year."

"I know but… 'where' where are we?" Tyler repeated as he looked around, scanning for a new hint that we didn't see.

"A farm," I said. "In-"

"Hell," Julia interrupted intelligently.

"With disgusting food."

"And whips."

"And knives."

"Oh, and guns. Can't forget the guns."

Tyler's face paled, his gaze turning to the ground. I almost immediately regretted saying those things when I saw the look on his face. But was better than him finding out the hard way.

"How do we get out?" he said, breaking the silence. My eyebrow quirked, and I heard Julia laugh delusionally. Tyler looked between the two of us, his brows furrowed in confusion. "What?"

Through the dim lighting I saw Julia wipe a tear from her eye. "There's no getting out kid," she said, only to laugh delusionally once more.

"Have any of you tried?"

I would have rolled my eyes if I had the energy to. "I doubt we'd survive the first step outside."

"He's got a gun to you all the time," Julia said, "and when he doesn't, you're either in the cell or tied up."

"And even if we could get out, we're probably miles away from society," I mumbled. And with that, Tyler stopped asking.

Present day- Markham Police Department...

Hotch walked toward the conference room. Detective Barrow informed him that Josh Wilder's parents arrived, shortly after Harper's. He told Callahan to meet and interview them, but Oliver Harper's father was still waiting in his room.

When he arrived at the room, Hotch opened the door slightly. His eyebrows furrowed when he heard a quiet sob coming from inside. Widening the door, he saw Penelope and JJ embraced in a hug. Garcia shook her head slightly, and he knew what happened. Hotch nodded grimly, and left them in the dark room, trying to shut the door as quietly as he could.

Walking down the hallway, he felt a slight tug in his heart. Hearing JJ's cries and seeing Garcia's lost eyes tore a hole in his soul. Hotch hated whenever a teammate was left vulnerable; their case always came first, but it seemed like someone always had to get hurt in the process. People's lives were at stake, and every hesitation, every pause made them closer to death. But their rush to solve the case left no time to mend broken wounds. Right now, Hotch had to focus on finding Oliver Harper in time. But he couldn't help but think back to JJ's cries in the meeting room. Her sorrow filled the air, and it had tried to reach him. But Hotch couldn't answer. He had a job to do. And other's lives always came first.

Hotch reached another meeting room filled with officers of a search unit, along with the rest of the team. They were crowded around a table where Reid was outlining the possible search grid they would be looking into. "... and the trail is narrow," Reid said. "Vehicles are prohibited in this area, and there was no disturbance along the trail, which means that the UNSUB walked all the way to the dump site, so he is most likely physically able to carry a body, or he used a vehicle for a non restricted area, and then walked to the site. Both of these options means that he can't be too far away." Hotch cleared his throat, and the whole room shifted their attention to him. He motioned to Rossi to follow him, and left the room.

Shutting the door behind him, Rossi followed Hotch out of the hallway and toward the room that Harper's parents were waiting in. "Oliver Harper's parents just arrived," he informed Rossi. "They're waiting in there," Hotch said, pointing to the room.

Rossi hesitated for a moment. "You know I'm never good at this stuff, right?"

"Well," Hotch said with a frown, "I don't think anyone really is, either. Not as good as JJ at least."

Looking around, Rossi asked, "Where is JJ? You usually get her to do these things."

"She…" Hotch paused, searching for the right words to say. "She's not up for it right now."

"What do you mean?"

"I didn't ask but… I think it has to do with her husband's case."

Rossi's eyebrows furrowed. "Is she alright?"

Sighing, Hotch said, "We'll see." Nodding solemnly, Rossi turned to the door and opened it.

Steven Harper's Room…

The room was silent, the only thing heard being Mr. Harper's shoes clicking along the floor as he walked aimlessly around the room. He rubbed his eyes tiredly. He felt like he hadn't slept in days, which wasn't far from the truth. Ever since Oliver was reported missing Mr. Harper became agitated, unsure of how he could rest while his son was out there. His usually formal attire was a mess; his coat was carelessly draped on the chair, his button down wrinkled, ties loose and sleeves messily rolled up. But he could care less.

Mr. Harper was waiting for what seemed like life times before the door opened. He looked up to see a man come in, a small smile on his face. The man held out his hand, and Harper shook it. "Mr. Harper," the stranger started, "I'm Agent Rossi." When Harper didn't reply, Rossi simply continued. "Please, sit," he said, motioning to the table. Harper silently sat down, combing his already messy hair back with his hands. "If you don't mind," Rossi said, "I'd like to ask you some questions." Harper simply nodded.

"Mr. Harper, did you notice anything odd about your son's behavior before he went missing?" Rossi started.

Harper shook his head. "No, not that I know of." He paused. "We… Oliver and I don't really talk too much."

Rossi's eyebrows furrowed. "Why is that?"

"Well…" Harper sighed. "Ever since his mother left, he became more distant. He locked himself in his room and didn't speak to me. I've tried to reach out to him, but… Oliver never listened. At first I thought he was going through his teenage phase, but he never got out of it."

Nodding solemnly, Rossi said, "Losing a mother figure is always hard for children."

Harper rubbed his forehead, lost in his memories. "After he moved to Virginia, he never called back, and he hardly responded to my texts." He sighed, massaging his temples. "He stopped answering, and I…" Harper covered his eyes as tears started to fall. "I should have known," he said quietly.

"Mr. Harper," Rossi said reassuringly, "there's no way you could've known."

He shook his head. "Oliver's my son. He's my son, and… and I couldn't even tell if he'd gone missing or not." His shoulders started to shake, his sobs racking the room. And Rossi was at a lose of what to do; no one could mend a wound that deep.

(A/N): Not a lot of progression here, sorry. I was thinking about adding in something to move the story along, but I was pretty satisfied with this ending, and didn't want to 'ruin' it. I hope you guys liked it! Reviews and criticism is always welcome.