I haven't updated this story in months. Wow, I didn't think I would be updating it again, but I've been trying to continue it. Also, I got nominations for best overall author and best angst! Thank you so much! Please continue to read and review, I love reading them!

3 February, 290 days since disappearance

"Hearing aids are weird," four year old Grace said as she ran her little finger along the smooth lilac surface of her hearing aid. "I can only hear you when I put them on, did you know that?" Hotch nodded and pulled his daughter in closely.

"I am glad you can hear," he said. "Very, very glad."

"Daaaaaaaaaad!" Benjamin yelled from the playroom. "Daaaaaad!"

"What is it?" Hotch called, letting Grace go. He ran into the playroom, expecting to find a broken arm or something. "What's wrong?"

"Tyler's not letting me watch my show," Ben said. "And it's my turn!"

"Well," Hotch said, leading Ben out of the room, "we do happen to have a TV in the living room, don't we?" Ben nodded and ran off, making it easy for Hotch to get back to what he was doing.

"Daddy?" Grace asked. You could tell her voice wasn't like it used to be. Anybody who didn't know her before her hearing loss wouldn't know, but the people around her could tell not hearing a lot of things really impaired speech.

"Yes?"

"How many days has mommy been gone?" She didn't cry about it anymore. Maybe it was because she didn't really understand the impact a kidnapping has on people, or maybe it was because she was used to her mother being gone. Hotch took his daughter to the kitchen and started making hot chocolate for them both.

"She's been gone since April nineteenth, and today's February third, so it's been two hundred and ninety days," he said.

"How do you know that?" Grace asked, clearly perplexed. Was her dad some sort of genius?

"I keep a calendar," he told her. "And I cross off days and count them."

"Oh," Grace said. "Do you remember mommy?" Her father gave her a strange look.

"Of course I do," he said, pouring hot chocolate mix into two red cups.

"I don't," Grace told her father. "What's she look like?" The words were enough to stop Aaron clear in his tracks. He really thought they'd remember their mother, but clearly he was wrong. "What does she sound like and feel like?" She asked afterwards, "I need it because I'm drawing a picture."

"Boys," Hotch said, ignoring his daughter. He mixed the water and powder of the hot chocolate and served it to her.

"Yeah?" Both of the four year olds said simultaneously, coming out of their respective rooms.

"Do you remember what mommy looks like?" He asked. Benjamin and Tyler exchanged looks.

"Sort of," Ben said, "like, I remember what she looks like."

"And what about you?" Hotch said to Tyler. "Do you remember mommy?"

"I know what she sounds like," Tyler answered, shrugging. "But she's sort of blurry...why?" Tyler was always curious like that.

"Nothing, you can go back to watching TV," Hotch said. "This bastard needs to return my wife," he then said under his breath.

"I heard that." Grace said with a giggle. "You said a bad word."

"I know I did," Hotch said, taking his hot chocolate to his office. He'd been spending all of this time there lately.

4 February, 291 days since disappearance

Jennifer hadn't eaten in days. The last time she ate, she threw up right after because her body had gotten used to not being fed. She was horribly weak; her head would spin when she sat up and her entire body ached. That wasn't all. She was cold and some kind of lilac or blue. You could see her ribs and all and she looked hollow. Her face had practically caved in on her bones. You wouldn't be able to recognise her even if you tried. The only reason JJ was actually getting food was because her kidnapper needed to keep her alive for some reason. She was still trying to figure out why.

"Soup," he said, walking into the room where JJ was being held. She sat up the best she could and swallowed thickly. There was no way in hell she was eating that entire bowl of soup, let alone a mouthful. She was about to fall asleep from exhaustion when he kicked her. "Eat."

"I can't keep anything down," she told him. "I'm too weak."

"You're right about that," he replied. "Now, eat."

JJ took a deep breath and, with her shaky hands, she picked up the spoon and dunked it into the soup. It smelled okay, probably because it was all she ate, however, it tasted horrible, as usual.

"I'm going to be sick," JJ said, dropping the spoon onto the tray her captor had brought her food out on. "I don't know how to eat anymore."

"Quit whining and eat the damn thing!" He yelled. "JUST EAT!" Jennifer was so shaken that she picked up the spoon and force fed herself the entire bowl of soup. She was so fucking hungry, but she couldn't keep anything down. Nothing seemed to work. She was shedding years off of her life, along with her body weight. She undoubtedly weighed under one hundred pounds, and she was rather light to begin with. After eating the soup, her stomach began to growl and ache. She wasn't used to eating anymore. What was once an entitlement was now a damn luxury.

"Dave," Hotch said, walking in to the BAU. David Rossi was standing by JJ's desk, waiting for him. "You needed me."

"Where are the kids?" he asked as they started to walk to the briefing room.

"Our babysitter's with them," Hotch answered. "What's going on here?"

They got into the briefing room to see JJ's case pulled up on the computer. Garcia was sitting in the corner of the room on her laptop.

"We've got a lead," Rossi announced. Hotch gave his friend a look and folded his arms.

"What is it?"

"Okay," Penelope said, pulling a map up on the screen. "Last night, we sent CSI out to the graveyard, and what they found this morning was...well..."

"They found DNA belonging to several men," Dave said, "on the ground at one of the back gates. It's usually hidden by bushes, and since the mid nineteen hundreds, it's been blocked off. Nobody thought to check there. With the kidnapping of those teenagers three years ago, we found out that the kidnapper used the back gate to sneak in. When we ran through all of the DNA, one guy stood out. "

"You think that's the bastard who has my wife?" Hotch asked. "Did you get an ID?" Penelope nodded.

"His name is Trent Hayes, he's forty-four, and owns a farming business in Lancaster, Pennsylvania," Garcia said. "However, he has been out of business since last March."

"What's he doing now?" Hotch asked.

"Uhh," Garcia said as she continued to search through his records. "He's nowhere right now. He was admitted to a mental institution in nineteen ninety nine, but was released in two thousand and one...he was in there for clinical depression after his wife miscarried three children in a row—"

"Where's the wife?" David asked.

"Dead," Penelope answered. "He killed her in late nineteen ninety seven and hid her body...police found the body in ninety eight and arrested him. However, in jail, he had multiple depressive episodes and lashed out, so they ended up admitting him to Warren State Hospital."

"His wife is his motive," Aaron suggested. "JJ was mourning her miscarried child, and this guy must've felt that she deserved to die for all of the children she lost. This bastard must be the guy who has JJ." He grabbed the case files from the table and started to walk out.

"What are you doing?" David asked.

"Come with me," Hotch said. "I need backup. I'm going to find this son of a bitch and put an end to him myself."

Thank you loads for reading! If there is a preticular plot line you'd like to see, let me know! If you want to know more about Grace, JJ, the boys, whatever, just let me know. Thank you & please review! I love reading what you've got to say. I also love constructive criticism, too.