Every time someone entered the cafe after that, Henry couldn't stop himself from looking up. It probably made him look suspicious (especially as the cashier started to give him weird looks), but he was nervous and the sooner he arrived, the better things would be.

Thirty minutes passed before he turned up. And Henry was glad when he did because he had half expected his mom or dad to turn up. They didn't seem too bothered; they hadn't even tried to phone him, not that he would have answered it even if they had done. His boss had phoned him, but he just explained that some things had come up and he wouldn't be able to work there anymore. It was too close to home for his liking.

When Aaron came over, coffee in hand, he sat down without saying a word. And the silence between them remained for another ten minutes. Occasionally one of them would drink a bit of their coffee, but nothing was said. Not until Henry broke that silence.

"I-I was cleaning out the garage when I found a box of things from when I was a kid," he explained, his fingers tapping nervously against the table as he began to explain to his step-father how he had found them. "I was looking through it and I found that dog I left at yours last night. I remembered how much I had loved it, but then the flashbacks came." Henry paused as he tried to think things through.

"She said your name. JJ, I mean. She said Hotch, but I didn't know who you were. Let's face it, Hotch isn't exactly a normal name," he said, causing the older man to smile. Henry smiled, too. "So I searched for you on the internet and once I found your name, I had her name and then I got your address and... I just wanted to know," he explained, shrugging. "I didn't want any of this. I didn't want to hurt anyone."

"We know, Henry. And so long as you were happy as a child, that's all we could ask for," said Aaron, trying to phrase it carefully. "Obviously we would have loved to have gotten you back. But you're alive and you're well. Do you want to know about your mom and dad?" He asked swallowing some of his coffee as waited for Henry's answer. He received it in the form of a nod.

"First things first, you have to know that your mom and dad loved you more than anything in the world," he said as he cupped his hands around the mug, staring into it.

"At the time, your dad, Will LaMontagne Junior, was working part time for the police department and your mom was the communications liaison for the behavioural analysis unit. You were their only child."

Hotch paused as he thought through the events in his head. He remembered them like they were yesterday. The pain of losing Henry and Will had nearly pushed JJ over the edge, but then she had the team: her family and she had had him.

"Will moved back to New Orleans a year after you went missing and he occasionally phones back to see if any progress has been made on your case. He's a detective now though. He's married to Elena and he has an eleven year old son called Jacob," he explained, finishing off the rest of his coffee.

"As for your mom, she's still with the FBI. She trained to be a profiler after you were taken, so she could stop it happening to other families," he said. "You met Jack, Abby and Tom. Abby and Tom are your half-siblings; Jack's just your step-brother. He used to ask for you all the time when you were taken. He still has some of your toys from when you were children."

"You and JJ... do you love her?"

"Yes, with all of my heart and more. I have done for a very long time."

"How long?"

"About twenty years," Hotch admitted, rubbing the back of his head. "We've been married for about twelve."

Henry just nodded his head and stared at his barely touched food and his half drunk coffee that was stone cold. He was trying to understand everything that he had just been told, but he couldn't. Some parts of it registered, but most of it was still swimming around his brain.

"I have nowhere to go," he said, much quieter than he had been throughout the rest of their conversation. Hotch nodded and offered a gentle smile.

"You're welcome to stay with us for as long as you please."

And without another word, the pair of them left the cafe and headed to the Hotchner house. The house where Henry's world had been turned upside down less than twenty-four hours ago.

Henry bit his lip as they pulled up outside the house. Moving in with part of his biological was a daunting process and he didn't really know how to handle it. So he got out of the car without a word and went to grab his bags.

"You alright with those, or do you need a hand?" Aaron asked as Henry rubbed his eyes. He hadn't gotten home until late and his sleep had been interrupted by almost continuous nightmares. It took awhile for the question to sink in, but when it did, he nodded his head.

"Please." He hoisted the backpack on his back as Hotch grabbed his duffle bag and shut the car door once he had done. Henry knew the way to the front door and the kitchen, but it wasn't likely that he would be sleeping in there. So he let his step-father lead the way, and the journey felt a lot longer than it actually was.

"The guest room is directly at the top of these stairs. You're welcome to make it your own, though. If you want to stay, then the room's yours," he said as he placed the duffle bag on the floor. "I'll bring it up for you when you're settled in," he added before he disappeared into what Henry assumed was the front room.

"Thanks," Henry said quickly, before he made the climb to the guest room. The house was much bigger than his old one, and he felt a little lost. Henry didn't head straight to his bedroom. He decided a little exploration was in need before he was going to feel safe enough to sleep.

Assuming that the biggest room was going to be at the end of the hall, which was where he headed first. As he pushed the door open, it creaked a bit and caused him to wince. It didn't seem to alert anyone in the house. The room was larger than he was used to, but it seemed like a happy room. The colours were light and the sun's rays streamed in through the large windows.

It was the pictures that he was interested in, though; pictures of the family that he should have been a part of, but he hadn't been. He had missed out on so much: his siblings, seeing his mom get married and his father get married, too. He didn't even know what his father looked like.

Henry found himself by the bedside table, picture frame clutched in hand. JJ and Aaron on their wedding day; they looked so happy and so did Jack. He wanted to take this one with him, but he didn't. He placed it back where it had been and he left the room quicker than he had found it. And he would have gone in the room next to them, except he could see Jack through the crack in the door, huddled over his desk.

Whatever he was doing, he seemed engrossed in it and Henry wasn't going to disturb him. Instead, he ended up in his bedroom. Henry kicked off his shoes and before he lay down and stared at the ceiling. Before he knew it, he was asleep in the house he should have grown up in.