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Previously:

"That's it, Spencer. It's a shame you couldn't say goodbye." The toddler went still in his arms and the man with dull blue eyes lifted him up into his arms and pretended to be rocking the child to sleep. He walked back to his car and grinned at several passersby as he rubbed Spencer's back and tried his best to look like a protective father.

It seemed to work. He laid the boy in his backseat and hopped in the front, quickly fleeing the scene.

He made a fleeting glance back at the park and saw a young boy holding hands with a blonde haired woman and a stern-looking black haired man, behind them was a darker, muscular man, who was laughing as he pointed to the muscles in his arms which a woman with glasses seemed to be swooning over.

None of them seemed to realise what had just happened.

"Put those away!" Laughed Emily as she watched Morgan flex his muscles.

"Keep them out,' Garcia drooled, missing her straw as she went to take a sip of her drink, her eyes focused on Morgan's flawless muscles.

"You love them really, Prentiss," teased Morgan, tensing his guns before giving them a break.

Hotch fell into his spot on the blanket and let out a sigh.

"Aw, Dad! I wanna play some more," Jack moaned.

"Just give us a minute," Aaron panted, waving his hands up in defeat.

"I could take Spencer to the park," the young boy offered.

"Actually, that's a great idea. I'll come and watch you," JJ agreed. She glanced at the spot where Spencer had been sat and frowned when she didn't see him. She looked back at the trees, remembering how he'd gone to find a bug to scare Morgan.

"Where's Spence?" She asked Emily, Garcia, and Rossi who all frowned in bewilderment.

"Is he hiding somewhere so he can jump out at me?" Morgan asked with a smirk. He glanced behind him quickly, his hands ready to grab the small boy. When he saw no child waiting to spook him his smile fell. "I guess not," he murmured looking back at the anxious team.

"Spence?" JJ called, jumping to her feet and looking at the trees. "Spencer!" She expected to see him toddle from behind the tree with a handful of creatures he'd found, but there was no sign of him.

Hotch was on his feet in a second and he sprinted to join JJ at the trees.

"Spencer!" He bellowed, catching the attention of several other picnickers.

"He said he was going to find a snail here. H-he wouldn't wander off," JJ's voice quivered.

"Spencer!" Rossi put his hands in front of his mouth and shouted. Now they had caught the attention of the other families around them.

"Spence!" Jack called, he too could feel the deeply seeded panic rise up within him when he could not see his little brother.

Hotch darted through the trees looking for the toddler.

"Have you seen my son? He's this big, brown hair, brown eyes. Uh...stripy shorts?" Hotch asked a family who shook their heads and he moved onto the next.

"- this tall. Have you seen him?" Questioned JJ.

"-stripy shorts?" Garcia begged.

"He was by these trees. You have to have seen him!"

"I saw a boy like that, couldn't have been older than 1, talking to a guy," a young man said, overhearing Hotch's conversation. Morgan stumbled over to the guy, who stepped back anxiously.

"Did you see where they went?" Morgan demanded, his eyes angry and wild and a little bit scared.

"I saw him carrying the kid to his car. The kid must have been asleep," the young man answered.

"Shit! Shit, shit, shit!" Morgan hissed, clenching his fists.

Hotch was already on his phone, watching the team's anxious faces as he answered.

"Police please...our son has been taken."

Spencer woke up to feel a chill against his bare skin. The cold metal beneath him sent a shiver down his spine. He squinted up at the dim overhead lamp that had him set in its sights. He whined groggily and tried to turn when he found his arms and legs wouldn't move. He lifted his wrists up but they wouldn't comply with his order and remained glued to the table.

He felt panic enter his body and he yelled out in fear, yanking his arms and legs to try and pry them from the table. He collapsed back down after a minute, panting heavily.

You're weak, a voice growled in his head and he felt hot tears trickling down his cheeks.

"Patient 442 is conscious, showing signs of confusion," Spencer's eyes snapped to the door where the man with dull blue eyes had just entered. The man was wearing a lab coat today and he was donned in a pair of blue latex gloves, similar to the ones Spencer used at crime scenes when he was an adult.

"P'eas let me go," Spencer begged quietly, looking up at the man with big hazel eyes.

"Patient 442 is aware of his surroundings-," Spencer watched the man pace around the table he was strapped to and talk into a dictaphone.

"Who awe you?" Spencer asked, but the doctor still didn't look at him. The man stopped recording and slipped the device into his pocket. He cocked his head and smiled sideways at Spencer.

"I take it Jarvis never spoke of me?" He said airily and Spencer scowled up at him.

"No. Jawvis is in pwison," Spencer informed him and the man laughed aloud.

"I am well aware of my partner's current situation. It's a shame he never told you about me, but I guess we did have differing opinions," the man took a seat and Spencer craned his neck to look at him. "Are you sure he never mentioned a Dr. Eton?" Spencer shook his head and watched the man wearily.

"Oh well. I worked with Jarvis until he left to conduct his own secret experiments," the blue-eyed man explained. "He kept me well informed, although I was surprised when several officers came to my home with an arrest warrant. That's how I found out about you, Spencer." The man stood up and looked at Spencer with admiration.

"I never thought it was possible, but here you are," he gasped with envy, stroking a finger down Spencer's cheek. Spencer flinched away from the unwanted touch. "Like I said, Jarvis and I had differing opinions; he saw you as a failure, but to me, you are an incredible success."

"What do you want?" Spencer asked shakily.

"I want to finish what Jarvis started," Spencer froze, he knew what Jarvis had intended to do with him and he waited for the cold barrel of a gun to press against his temple. Eton noticed the change in the boy and carded a hand through his soft hair. "I don't plan on killing you, kid," he chuckled. Spencer released a breath he hadn't realised he'd been holding and Eton began playing about with something on the metal tray.

He pulled out his voice recorder again as he worked. Spencer tried to peek at what he was doing, but the man's back shielded what he was toying with.

"Prepping vial 5," Eton murmured into the dictaphone. Spencer gulped nervously; he didn't like the sound of that. "4 units." Spencer caught sight of something metal reflecting the light.

"Don't," Spencer whimpered.

"Patient 442 appears agitated," Eton turned and revealed a long needle in his hand and Spencer yelped in shock.

"P'eas, I-I don't w-want it!" He pleaded as Eton approached him. The doctor set down the needle, grabbed Spencer's arm and tied a tube around it.

"Patient 442 prepped, injecting vi-"

"NO!" Spencer cried as Eton picked up the needle. He moved his arm violently so Eton couldn't inject him accurately.

"Sit still," grunted Eton, breaking his impersonal tone that he had used with the dictaphone. Spencer kept shaking his arm around in a desperate attempt to avoid the needle. Each time Eton had a good grip Spencer would yell and managed to jolt at the right moment and avoid the needle.

"You want to play that way, then we will play it that way," Eton snapped as he slammed the needle into the metal tray and grasped Spencer's arm. Spencer kept trying to pull it away but Eton soon got a sturdy grip on it with both of his gloved hands. Spencer realised what he was going to do a second too late. Eton twisted the arm in two different directions at once and a sickening snap bounced off the walls.

"NAHH!" Spencer screamed in agony, a sob breaking past his lips as his arm fell limply to his side. Eton didn't waste a second more. He injected Spencer's limp arm as the toddler screamed in pain.

"H-he's 21 months and two weeks," JJ whispered.

"Is there anyone who has a grudge against your family?" The officer asked. Hotch shook his head, but JJ laughed.

"Of course there is, we work for the F.B.I."

"I understand that, ma'am. I need to know if there are any people in particular. Perhaps someone specifically targeting your son," the officer replied calmly.

"There are a few, but the ones with motive are already in prison," Hotch muttered.

"I'll need names, Sir."

Rossi sat tapping his foot, waiting for the officers to finish questioning JJ and Hotch. Jack was sat beside him, his eyes still red and puffy.

Garcia was on a computer that she had somehow acquired from the sheriff and was going through any security footage she could find.

Jack tugged on Rossi's sleeve and the Italian looked down at the boy's fearful eyes. "What's going on, Uncle Dave?" He asked.

"I'm not sure, buddy. JJ and your dad are trying to help the police so they can find Spencer."

"He's okay, right?" The small boy clung to Rossi hopefully and the Italian smiled.

"Course he is. He's one tough cookie."

Spencer felt the cold liquid squirm through his veins, sending a shiver through his small body. Eton studied him curiously for several minutes and Spencer tried his best not to move despite the agony in his arm and the unpleasant feeling traveling through his body; he refused to give Eton what he wanted. That was until his chest felt tight all of a sudden as if someone had reached inside him and gripped his lungs, or Garcia had given him her usual bear hug.

Eton recorded the sudden hitch in the small boy's breathing. Spencer carefully controlled his breathing but the tightness was getting tighter.

"T-tan't b-bw-bweath," he gasped, looking over at Eton who just continued to write and watch with interest. Spencer tried to take a deep breath but it got caught in his throat. He tried, instead, to breathe through his nose, but he couldn't get a full breath out and that's when he started panicking.

He started rasping as he tried desperately to breath. He pulled against the restraints so he could sit up and breath better, but they held him down cruelly.

"Interesting," Eton muttered, sucking the end of his pen and watching the child struggle for air. He pulled out his dictaphone and started talking into it, but Spencer was temporarily deafened as he gagged for breath.

The panic hit Spencer when he stopped breathing altogether. His throat closed up and refused to let air in. He started bucking against the table, convulsing for oxygen.

Eton sighed and slowly put down his pen and paper. He walked to the counter, listening to the dull thuds of Spencer's body fitting on the table. Eton pulled out an oxygen mask and connected it to a canister. When he returned to the table the boy was lying still.

Eton placed the mask over his face and pressed his fingers against Spencer's neck. When he felt nothing he let out a long sigh.

"We're not done yet, kid," he grunted as he began chest compressions. He couldn't help smiling when he felt a rib snap beneath his hands.

"Go home!? We can't go home. We have to find him first!" JJ Yelled, throwing her arms up wildly.

"We're doing the best we can, ma'am," an older officer said calmly.

"Then why haven't-"

"Jay."

"-you found him! He-"

"JJ," Hotch said firmly, taking JJ's hand in his gently. She paused and glared at him.

"What!?" She snapped.

"You know how this works," he muttered seriously.

"And I also know that most children are killed within 24 hours," she hissed back. Hotch didn't reply, but he didn't release her hand either.

"What if-"

"He's going to be fine, JJ," he tried to ensure her.

"You don't know that," she whimpered. He pulled her into an embrace and kissed her forehead.

"We will find him. I promise."

Sorry for this being such a short chapter. I thought that anymore in this chapter would overload it.

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