Garcia is sitting in the judge's chambers. "You can't honestly expect me to grant a search warrant based on a dying man's wish to see his son again, right?" She asks. Garcia bites her lip. "Listen, this is the only lead we really have right now. It's very likely that Spencer and Jack are in his house right now, and we don't even know if they're still alive or not. And if they aren't, then no harm done."
The judge sets her glare on Garcia. "He's a citizen with rights. your "no harm done" is a giant lawsuit that could put us both out of a job. I absolutely refuse. Get some some DNA, get a confession, get fingerprints, get anything that directly ties William Reid to the disappearance and you have it. Until then I can't help you."
Garcia stands. "Your honor, I'm not trying to black mail you, but you owe me one." The judge stands also. "I do owe you one Garcia. If you decide to move, you call me and I'll be right beside you packing boxes and hauling. If you need some money, call me and I will help you out. But I will not go against my rights and my honor as a judge and do this."
Garcia walks out of her office with tears in her eyes. She sends Derek a text, not trusting herself to call. "No warrant. Need more evidence."
Derek punches the side of his car. "There's not enough evidence to get a warrant," he tells them. "We can stake out," Hotch says. "We can stay across the street or something and wait for him to take the garbage out. We can dust for fingerprints and see if we can find Jack's or Reid's, or make a connection to the one at the house."
The girls and Rossi go back to the station and Derek and Hotch remain near the house. It's last at night when they spot William Reid taking a single back of garbage out to the curb. He looks around and heads back in the house. Hotch gets out of the car and grabs the bag and quickly sits bakc down and they drive away.
He opens the bag and finds only a note. "You're not that sneaky, agents," it reads. Hotch growls and throws the bag down.
Spencer is sore and hungry. His stomach had gone from being extremely painful to being a constant dull ache. What hurts the most is that his son is going through the same thing.
"Jack, buddy. Are you alright?" He asks his son. "I'm hungry papa. Is daddy going to find us?" He asks. Spencer wants to cry. "He is, baby. He's going to find us and he's going to save us because he loves us." Jack lays his head on Spencer's legs and sniffles. It hurts Spencer to hear this.
"I'm really sorry Jack. I'm so sorry for all of this," Spencer says. "I love you so much. I would do anything to get you out of here." Jack snuggles close. "I know papa. I love you too."
Spencer lets himself cry quietly when he knows his child is sleeping. It had been days since they'd eaten. They would die soon, and it would be terrible and painful. He hardly had the water to spare for tears. He hears foot steps and he calls for help. The footsteps stop but Spencer can't say anything else. He's just sobbing. The door opens and he prays for the first time in his life.
"What do you want, Spencer?" His father asks. "Please, please just let him go. Just, put him anywhere. He doesn't know who you are and he doesn't know where this is. Please father," he begs.
William Reid sighs. Spencer was right in the fact that his son hadn't done anything to him. It wasn't his grandson's fault that Spencer had ruined everything. "Also," he says. "This is the one thing I will do for you, Spencer. This is the one thing I will do to make up for all the things I didn't when you were a kid. And you'll stay here and you'll starve to death and that will be how you repent for ruining your me and your mother."
Spencer hurriedly agrees. He feels his father lift his son up. "I love you Jack," he cries. "Bye papa," the boy says sadly.
William Reid puts the boy in the car and drives him out and into the next city. "Son, do you know what my name is?" Jack shakes his head. "Do you know where we just were?" Jack rubs his tummy. "Your house?" Jack asks. William feels confident that those aren't enough details. "Do you want me to kill you, Jack?" Jack begins to cry and shakes his head.
"Please let my papa out. I love him," Jack asks. William shakes his head. "I'm going to let you go and you can stay alive. But if anyone asks, you don't tell them anything about me, okay?" He stops outside of a bar and tells the boy to get out before speeding away.
Jack wanders into the bar and is stopped by a bouncer. "Hey buddy, it's really late at night for you to be walking around. And you're not old enough to be in here. Do you know where your parents are?"
Jack takes a deep breath. "My papa and I were kidnapped and I need to find my daddy to tell him that my papa is with his dad," jack explains. His stomach growls and the bouncer is frightened. He lifts the child and takes him to the back.
The bartender brings the boy some soup and looks him over for injuries with the bouncer phones the police. "Do you know your daddy's name?" The man asks Jack. "His name is SSA Aaron Hotchner with the FBI," the boy answers before taking a long drink of water.
Within ten minutes the bar was filled with FBI and police. A large man with a no-nonsense face runs in and scoops the boy up. "Daddy!" The boy squeals. "Oh God, Jack. Are you okay?" Jack nods a little wearily. "He wouldn't feed us, daddy. He said we would have to eat each other, but papa got him to let me go. He even let his hurt him so that he wouldn't hurt me," he explains.
Aaron is about to cry. How could he have ever hurt the man that would sacrifice himself for their son. "Do you know who has daddy?' Morgan asks. "He said to tell you that it's his father. He made papa guess who it was and he finally got it."
Morgan runs out with a phone to call Garcia for the search warrant.