EMBREONNA'S POV

Tommy wasn't taken in the night, we we're at his house, in his room trying to learn as much as we could about him. His parents had told the police the routine answers to their questions. We needed to be able to see through the veil of anything they say and dig deeper. I'm sure they wouldn't be very forth coming. Understandably, if some strangers were about to rifle through my life I would try to hide as much as possible too, but if whatever they were hiding could save their son, the sooner we knew the better.

Rossi and I were standing in the center of the room looking over everything before we searched through his things. We spoke up when we would realize something and talk about it before looking around again. Sometimes the first glance of the room by fresh eyes was the most important.

"He's not easily scared." I stated pointing to a dinosaur poster that was on the wall above his bed.

There were dinosaur things all over the room, a true boy he was. The room wasn't much of a mess for being a young boy's room. Almost spotless actually, both of his parents worked during the day and wouldn't have the time to clean the room during the week, "He cleans his own room." I said once I noticed nothing on the top shelves.

"He's boarder line OCD." Rossi pointed out, looking at a collection of small dinosaur toys on a table in the corner.

I walked over to Rossi and stood next to him, getting a closer look. If he wouldn't have pointed it out it would have slipped right by me, mostly because I organize nearly everything I own, for the sake of not losing things. Tommy had lined his dinosaur toys by size and color.

The table had rounded corners and was placed in the corner of the room. Looking down at it I could see something on the floor through the small space between the table and the corner of the wall. I squatted to the floor and looked under the table. In the corner was a small pile of yellow dinosaurs. Not lined up, just shoved in the back where they could barely be seen.

"I wonder what this means to him," I said picking one from the pile before standing back up.

I handed it to Rossi, "Is this the only one?" He asked.

"There are a few others; all yellow." I answered while moving to the other side of the room.

"He hates the color yellow." A voice spoke from the doorway. I jumped-not expecting anyone to be paying any mind to Rossi and me before we were done, and turned to face the door, "He thinks it's a girly color." His mother stood in the doorway.

Rossi smiled softly, in a small way to try and comfort her, "He's not wrong."

We spoke with her for a few minutes, asking questions the cops wouldn't think to ask or ones they didn't think were important in the first place. When it got to be too much for her to talk about I walked with her to the kitchen to get a glass of water for her. I understood the other side of the conversation and knew she needed a break from questioning.

I didn't know what to say as she pointed me in the direction of her cup cabinet. I grabbed a glass from the front and filled it half way with water before handing it to her, "We're going to find him." I said as she took a drink. I couldn't just leave her in the silence of her own thoughts where she was probably already thinking of the worst things that could be happening to her son.

"He's only eight." She said as she set the glass down on the table, "why would anyone just take an eight year old?" She questioned. It was clear she wasn't actually looking for an honest answer, but didn't know what to think about the reality she claimed as her own.

"The person who did this isn't going to get away with it." I said sitting across from her. The gentle shake in her hands had let me know I wasn't doing a very good job a reassuring her of Tommy's recovery. JJ should be the one console the mother, not me, but she was back at the station dealing with reporters.

"How could I let this happen?" His mother began to sob lightly, burying her face in her hands.

I quickly moved to sit next to her, resting an arm around her shoulders and trying to get her to look at me. I swallowed hard and took another shot, "None of this is your fault. Tommy isn't going to blame you. He's going to be counting on you to help find him, so he can come home and know he's safe again. I know it's difficult right now, but you need to find moments of peace where you can think clearly in order for us to bring him home." She had calmed down a bit, breathing a little on the heavy side, but in long soothing breaths.

"You're a mother?" She asked looking for my side of understanding.

I licked my lips, "Uhm, no. I've just...been in his shoes." I answered. She pressed her lips to a line and furrowed her brow as she took hold of my hand. Her eyes locked on mind as we shared a moment of connecting a broken link. From my side; abducted, and her side; an incomplete family. "Is there anything, anything at all; that you haven't told us? Even the smallest thing could play an important part."

Her eyes shifted back and forth across the room searching for an answer she had looked over, "His schedule was different today; he started tutoring at the learning center down the street from the school. He wasn't coming home; he was going there after school."

I nodded, it was small but it was a start, "Excuse me." She nodded as I got up and walked into the hallway.

I pulled out my phone and sent a message to Spencer.

To Spencer:
Tommy wasn't walking home. He was walking to a learning center down the street from the school.

From Spencer:
Alright, I'll mark it on the map and let the others know.

From Spencer:
Are we okay?

I chewed my lip for a moment before answering him.

To Spencer:
When we get home we'll go for coffee. I think it's time we talked.

I was able to finish this chapter. :) I think it's a little earlier than what they have been updated in the past. SO, let me know what you think? Much appreciated. XOXO