Disclaimed!

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The team strapped on their Kevlar and adjusted the earpieces before they got in position behind SWAT as they prepared to raid Max Craney's apartment, that was just a few blocks from the house JJ and Henry were taken too. Giving the signal to proceed through the door, Hotch nodded to the lead SWAT agent and cautiously followed the line of SWAT agents through the door.

"Max Craney? FBI" Hotch yelled, while taking in the ransacked appearance of the living room.

"Clear!" Voices floated down the corridors as room were checked, "Clear!"

"He's not here Hotch" Morgan came to the unit chief's side, who was tentatively moving some papers to see what was underneath. "Turn the place upside down" Hotch instructed and watched his team begin to rifle through the police supervisor's belongings.

A few moments later, Prentiss walked into the main room from the bedroom in the back. "I've got something"

The brunette passed an abundance of photos to her colleagues. Reid scrunched his face in confusion, "That's Will"

"Why would, Craney have photos of Will?" Rossi asked as confusion formed on all of the agents faces.

Morgan took some copies of the photos on his cell before dialling the technical analyst's cell number. "Hello" Garcia whisper was barely audible down the line.

"Baby Girl... Why are you whispering?" Morgan asked in curiosity

Garcia 'shh-ed' him and some shuffling could be heard as she started to explain quietly. "JJ's asleep, what do you need"

Morgan clicked the phone onto speaker and placed the cell in the middle of the gathering of profilers. "I've sent you some photo's I need you to try and figure out the location"

Garcia moaned as she began to make her way to her laptop that was in the briefing room. "Nasty, icky photos?"

Prentiss replied sympathetically. "Surveillance photos PG"

The team listened to her hum and type. "Give me a minute... erm... I'm going to need more guys"

"Garcia, it looks like a motel or an apartment complex, he's beaten so it wasn't taken long after the fight in his apartment three days ago, the building is most likely in the local area" Rossi tried to help as he examined the picture in his hand.

Garcia sighed loudly, "I'm going to need more"

"He's on the phone in the second photo, the shadows in the photo is what... midday?" Prentiss passed the photo to Reid. "Yeah, I'm guessing it was after he cleared out his apartment because of that box in his hand, is there any phone activity on either Will's or Craney's phone records in the few hours after nine thirty?"

"Craney made two calls to the same number at eleven forty. There's the same activity on Will's work cell" Garcia informed them quickly, frantic typing could still be heard in the background.

Hotch turned to Rossi as he spoke, "So if Craney was tracking Will, himself, and he took these photo's..."

The elder man interrupted him, when he figured out what the unit chief was talking about. "Garcia, does Craney have a vehicle?"

Garcia tapped her pen on the desk as she read the computer screen, "Other than his patrol car which is parked at the station, he hired a white transit van a week ago, Virginia plate, registration VFO 907"

Hotch looked towards the two agents to follow up with the vehicle, "He's probably switched cars by now... Morgan, Prentiss..."

"On it" Morgan nodded, passing Hotch his cell and allowed Prentiss to go through the door first.

Hotch cleared his throat. "Garcia if they find the vehicle in one piece, they're going to send you the GPS coordinates, keep trying his cell GPS..."

"I'll see what I can do with the parameters you gave me earlier, sir" The technical analyst answered professionally, hearing the concern in the profiler's voice.

"Thanks Garcia" Hotch took the phone of speaker and turning his back on the room. "Penelope, how's JJ and the boys?"

Garcia smirked as she answered, mentally seeing the concerned frown on the unit chief's face. "The boy's are awake. They've had some breakfast and are playing with Anderson in the bullpen"

Hotch nodded and cleared his throat. "And JJ?"

"She's asleep Hotch, don't worry, I'm taking good care of our girl" Garcia said affectionately, before he replied. "Thank you Garcia"

The analyst continued to type away as she signed off. "No problem boss man, I'll call back in a mo"

Hotch hung up the phone and turned to see Rossi staring at him with a frown creating deep wrinkles on his forehead. "What do you think, Dave?"

"Aaron this is off, I mean Craney must have known if JJ got away she could identify him" Rossi shrugged looking around the messy apartment.

Hotch nodded and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Maybe he thought we would find him sooner, leaving these photo's here could be a mistake"

Rossi picked up a fortnight old newspaper and tossed it on to the dirty couch. "We don't know what his endgame is yet..."

"I found some tapes" Reid rushed into the living area, tripping slightly over the edge of the couch.

Hotch looked towards the younger man, inhaling sharply. "What of?"

"Familiar names are labelled" He explained slowly, looking at Rossi for encouragement to continue.

Reid sighed. "Kellie Marsh, Vicki Larson, erm... Jennifer Jareau"

"He came back to his apartment" Hotch rolled his eyes, watching the various crime scene techs walk in and out. "He wanted us to find those tapes"

"There was no sexual assault on the previous victims" Taking Hotch to the side of the room, Rossi lowered his voice, "Aaron, did JJ get a Sexual Assaults Examination done at the hospital?"

Hotch closed his eyes and nodded. "It was negative"

"Thank God, that's...I'm sorry but I had to ask... So what's on the tapes?" Rossi turned back to Reid after patting Hotch on the arm.

The young doctor bit his lower lip, his nerves rising under Hotch's scrutinising glare. "I'll get them sent back to Garcia quickly"

Morgan interrupted as he rushed back into the building, panting slightly after the run. "We found the transit van abandoned down the street, he left it open. We're getting the GPS data to Garcia now"

Hotch stared across to Rossi, who nodded in knowledge that it was becoming all too easy. Craney was leaving them clues but both experienced profilers knew somehow they were getting close, but didn't know, how close and to exactly what. "Good, let's get going"

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