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So Considering I have an abundance of time I'm going to address your reviews on the last chapter (mainly because I can't message all of you guests)

laileyspenstar- thank you for your review! I'm sorry I couldn't update yesterday, there was just too much to write in one day, but I've started the next chapter so you shouldn't have to wait too long.

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Guest- sorry, I don't know your name! :'( thank you for your kind words. And that would be super cute! At the moment I'm just enjoying Spencer being the youngest. But that's a really good suggestion that I may consider in the future of this fic.

Pokie- I wouldn't be able to tell that English wasn't your first language, it's my first language and some would argue that I can barely speak it ;D and I may have to be a bit mean to her, but I'll try not to kill her, I promise!

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Dez- thank you! I love him as a child and I guess I can't help but write him in that light in this story... oops. I am hoping to write more fluff chapters, but I think Spencer would have a real problem with leaving work despite the team thinking it to be the best option. Anyway, we'll see how the rest of this fic pans out ;)

Gawain- I'm so glad to hear that! I used to be the same with de-aged fics but I ended up falling in love with them. And I guess I kind of followed Mary Shelley's technique, like how she doesn't explain how Frankenstein creates the creature because she never actually knew, it's a good way of making something completely unrealistic seem... real ;) if you get what I mean... I'm not sure, I may just be rambling as normal. Anyway, back to your review, I love that idea! I wish I hadn't already planned the next few chapters because I would have so put that in! Next time the team has a case I will be sure to put that in; I really love your idea, I'm imagining it now. Thank you for taking the time to write such a long review (they're my favourite.)

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Aja85- I know! Annalise got off a little too lightly; she may be back considering Spencer got on with Moses. Thank you for your reviews! And I'm trying to get him to call them it more (you can probably tell) because it's adorable! I hope you don't mind me doing that ;)

Thank you all again for your continued support, I hope you're enjoying reading it as much as I'm enjoying writing it. And I think this may just be one of those fics that has like 100 chapters because I am nowhere near finished with this little gem.

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9 hours earlier

JJ tried to force her wrists apart, but the tape gnawed into her flesh unforgivingly with each pull.

She gave up after several more minutes and instead focused on the room she was in. It was a basement. Completely black apart from the blue light reflecting from a computer screen in the corner. JJ yelled at the man at the computer to help her. He looked up anxiously and shook his head.

"Mmmrph!" JJ screamed.

"Shh. Please. You don't want him to come here," the young man whispered. He ran his left hand through his curly, unkept, mop of black hair. His right hand remained on the arm of the chair and JJ frowned at it.

He reached up to type and winced when his right hand jerked to a stop. JJ could see the handcuff locking him to the cold metal chair. She leaned her head back and sobbed.

Suddenly, the door handle squeaked and the man JJ had met the day before stepped in and grinned toothily at his two captives.

"What's all this noise, Alan? I thought I told you to keep her quiet," the man said with an icy coolness. The younger man; Alan, gulped in terror, his eyes shifting from JJ to the man in the threshold.

"H-Harrison. I-I told her-"

"You were useless with the kids!" The man spat. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "No matter."

"D-did you get what I sent you?" Alan mumbled and Harrison nodded. JJ glanced between the two, her eyes wide and scared.

"Oh that's right, she doesn't know," Harrison laughed.

"We have a similar system to you," he said with a malicious grin.

"Don't we, Al?" He cocked an eyebrow at the young man who was staring at his keyboard, his fingers quaking nervously.

"I-I can find a-anyone and anything," Alan mumbled. JJ looked at him pleadingly and he had to look away.

Garcia would like you, JJ thought. If you weren't working with a child molester and murderer.

"Search Jennifer Jureau in your system," Harrison demanded and Alan started typing. JJ cried out through her tape but no words came through.

"Um... one biological son, Henry Lamontagne..." Alan muttered.

"One son?"

"Yes, Sir."

Harrison marched up to JJ and ripped the tape from her face.

"What about the other two?" He hissed.

"I'm not telling you anything," JJ spat. Harrison grabbed her cheeks and looked as if he were about to bite her.

"I already have people in Virginia. I swear to go if you don't tell me I will send them to your kid's address and have them cut him like a pig, you understand?!"

JJ whimpered but didn't reply.

"Alan; the address," Harrison ordered.

"49-"

"Stop! Okay! I'll tell you, just don't hurt them, please," she begged.

"I can only make promises when you tell me," Harrison grunted.

"The older boy is my boyfriend's son and the younger one is adopted."

"I-it doesn't say that here," Alan whispered. "There's no adoption information."

"W-we haven't completed the process yet," JJ replied quickly.

"Who's your boyfriend?" Harrison asked. JJ kept her mouth tightly shut so he grabbed her hand, pressing her thumb to her phone and unlocking it.

"No!" JJ screeched.

"I don't need you talking anymore," Harrison added, taping her mouth back closed.

JJ screamed as he went through her messages.

"This Aaron guy seems intriguing."

Present time

"We have an identity on the guy JJ was talking to!"

What was left of the team turned to Emily who was waving an enlarged picture from the CCTV above her head.

"His name is Harrison Brand, he hangs around the block a lot, but that's all they know about him so far," she added.

"Call Garcia," Hotch said.

Morgan already had a phone to his ear.

"Hey, Baby Girl, we got someone for you," he said before Garcia could get a word in.

"Morgan?"

Derek pulled his phone away from his ear and frowned. Last he checked Garcia didn't have a voice that deep.

"Whos this?"

"It's...it's Uh Kevin... you know-"

"I know who you are Kevin," Morgan huffed setting his phone to speaker.

"Where's Garcia?"

"I'm not too sure, I'm filling in for her at the moment. Doesn't she have Spencer?" Kevin asked.

"Yea, she does but-"

"Well... don't tell her I ratted, but last time you guys were away and she had Spencer she was pretty late and she kinda made me fill in for her and she had some serious blackmail threats if I didn't or if I told you- oh."

Morgan heard the audibly gulp on the other end of the phone and he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Don't tell her I said that," Kevin pleaded.

"Look, Kevin, can you just do your... Garcia's job."

"Sure, I can do that. What do you need?"

Hotch leaned in to answer.

"We need everything you can find on Harrison Brand. He lives in the Burlington area."

"Yes, Sir. I'm on it. May take a second," Kevin replied with his typical awkward air.

"And when you get a minute call Penelope and tell her that looking after Spencer is no excuse for being late," Hotch added.

"I'll do that, sir. Okay, I have a whole bunch of info for you guys...assuming this is the guy," Kevin said.

"Does he have short blonde hair?" Emily asked, studying the image in her hand.

"Yea. Shall I send it to you? I'll send it to you. Hold on a minute, this is your email right: A. Hotchn-"

"Yes, Kevin. We really need this so can you hurry," Hotch muttered.

"Yes...of course, sir. Okay, so Harrison Brand is currently unemployed, no girlfriend, or boyfriend for that matter; he lives quite the uninteresting life. Oh...oh, but his past sounds pretty exciting."

Hotch tapped his fingers impatiently on the desk as he waited for Kevin's email to come through.

"Kevin, we are on a time limit," Emily added.

"Sorry. Um, Harrison's Dad was a conventional alcoholic; add a bit of domestic and child abuse to the mix and you have quite the family home. His father was arrested for-" Kevin's voice dropped off unexpectedly.

"Uh...you still there?" Rossi asked. The email finally came through and Hotch scanned through his tablet. The image matched the one on the CCTV footage.

"Um... his father was arrested on two accounts of first-degree murder," Kevin said.

"Who were the victims?" Emily questioned looking at the picture of Brand.

"His sons. Harrison's father, Jonathan Brand killed the two younger siblings, leaving Harrison as the only surviving one."

Hotch froze and he stared up at their evidence board.

"How were they killed?" He whispered; everything began to connect in his mind.

"The younger one... jeez, he was only three. It says he died of internal bleeding from severe beatings. The other one; she was 7 and she was strangled."

"That's it!" Hotch cried. He waved a hand towards the board.

"This is about recreating the murders of his siblings! That's why the eldest is always kept alive!"

Morgans eyes grew in size as he gaped at the board and everything seemed to fit together perfectly like a puzzle.

"Thanks, Kevin," Morgan said before hanging up.

"The cases are connected!" Hotch yelled.

"But why take JJ?" Morgan asked, scratching his head as he tried to wrap his mind around it all. Hotch paused and bit his lip firmly.

"Show me the CCTV of JJ and Harrison again," he ordered. Emily held her tablet in front of Hotch and he snatched it up.

"Pause it there," Rossi ordered before he pointed at the screen.

"What's he looking at?"

"Her phone," Hotch replied.

"What's on her phone?"

"She... she was using her personal phone...there's..." Hotch took a sharp breath with sudden realisation.

"Her screen saver is of the boys," he gasped.

Morgan and Emily exchanged a confused look, but Rossi got it straight away.

"He doesn't want JJ," the Italian whispered.

"You mean..." Emily gasped.

"He wants the boys," Morgan finished.

Hotch wasn't listening he was already punching in a number and pressing his phone to his ear and urged Rossi to do the same.

"Call Will," he grunted. "Pick up, pick up.".

"I'll try Garcia's mobile," Morgan panted.

"Haley?!" Hotch gasped when the phone came through.

"Aaron? What is it?"

"Where's Jack?"

"He's at school... why? What's going on Aaron?"

"Call the police-"

"Aaron?"

"Now, Haley. You're both in danger. Get to the school."

"It's Rossi."

Hotch glanced around at the senior agent who was breathing heavily into his own phone.

"Is Henry with you, Will?"

"I'm calling them. Aaron, what's happened?" Haley's voice trembled with fear.

"Tell the police that the FBI said to send someone out there. Tell them it's a kidnapping threat."

"He is? Oh, thank god. Yea, yea, it's JJ. The boys are in danger. Get to the PD and stay there," Rossi commanded before hanging up.

"They're sending someone to the school now. Aaron, please tell me what's wrong. Is Jack o-okay?"

"JJ's been kidnapped and we have reason to believe the Unsub is targeting the boys. Stay safe and call me when you have any news. I have to go now," Hotch hung up and took a shuddery breath.

"Henry's with Will," Rossi said as he pocketed his phone. They turned to Morgan who was redialling Garcia's number.

"She's still not picking up."

5 hours earlier

Spencer woke up to a loud thumping noise. He glanced around and found Garcia sleeping beside him and a small barricade of pillows on his other side.

"Gawcia," he whispered, giving her arm a small nudge.

"Go t' sleep, Spencer," she mumbled, turning away from him. Spencer frowned and sat up in bed, listening for peculiar sounds. His breath hitched when a floorboard creaked and he pulled his knees to his chest. He held his breath and clutched his stuffed bear close to his chest. He wished he hadn't left his stuffed rabbit at home, though he wouldn't admit it, he really needed it, he needed that familiar smell of home.

He cocked his head inquisitively when a small muttering sound drifted through the door. Was that whispering? He thought.

"Gawcia," he whimpered. This time Garcia groaned and put a pillow over her ears.

"I'm tired, Spence. Go back t' sleep," she hissed.

Spencer folded his arms and stared at Garcia who was soon asleep again.

If you want something done, you do it yourself, he thought and so he gently pushed the pillows back to give him some space before he shimmied off the bed. His bare feet hit the floorboards and he took a brave step forward.

Another creek met his ears and he hopped back and pulled his teddy bear off the bed and clung to it tightly.

"You can do this," he whispered to himself and he forced his legs to move forward.

It's just Sergio, he told himself as he carefully tiptoed to the door.

He got to the doorway and glanced back at Garcia who was wrapped comfortably in her purple sheets. He swallowed thickly, adjusted his hold on his teddy bear and took a courageous step into the hallway.

"Sergio?" Spencer whispered as he shuffled into the kitchen. He paused at the litter tray and peeked around the cupboard for the black cat. Instead of his furry friend, Spencer caught sight of a heavy black boot. He looked up slowly and his eyes met a pair of hollow grey ones and a grin that curled over the stranger's lips.

"There you are," the voice purred. Spencer gaped up at the two men and his teddy bear fell from his hands.

"Gawcia!" Spencer cried. He ducked under the stranger's legs and darted for the couch. The skinnier, leaner guy staggered after him.

Garcia woke up suddenly as Spencer's scream filled the apartment. She glanced at the empty space next to her where the pillows had been disturbed and her heart leaped into her throat.

"Spencer!" She yelled. A terrified cry followed and Garcia shot out of bed.

Spencer crashed into the coffee table and squeezed under it.

"No, no, no!" He yelped as a hand grabbed his foot and dragged him back out. He kicked out against it and in frustration, the bigger man grabbed the coffee table and threw it into the air. Spencer still struggled as two sets of hands snatched for him.

"Gawcia!" He screeched, but a hand clamped over his mouth. In his rage, he lashed out with his baby teeth and made a nice imprint of the skinny guy's hand.

"Sonova-," the guy yanked on Spencer's hair forcing his teeth to release go. The bigger guy pressed a foot into the boys back to hold him to the floor while the skinny guy, still holding Spencer's hair to raise his head, pressed a dank cloth to his face.

As soon as the smell hit Spencer's nose he knew what it was and he tried to thrash harder but with a steel capped boot pushing him to the floor and skeletal hands suffocating him with the cloth he could do nothing but breathe in the aromatic scent soaking the cloth.

"Get off him!" A voice yelled and the big guy turned around a little too late and was greeted by a large hockey stick that cracked down on his shoulder. He howled in agony and staggered back. Spencer's eyes were rolling upwards and Garcia let out a battle cry before wielding the hockey stick and landing a swift smack on the back of the other guy's head. He released Spencer's hair and the boy slumped forward.

"Ah!" The lean man moaned. He touched the back of his head to check for blood as Garcia lifted the stick to bash him again. Before she could bring it down she felt a thick-fingered hand twisting her arm backward and eliciting a scream from her. The hockey stick fell to the floor.

"Grab the cloth!" The larger guy yelled and he wrapped an arm around Garcia's neck. She screamed out in horror when the skinny guy rolled Spencer over and grabbed the cloth from under him.

"No! Don't-" Garcia pleaded, but was soon cut off when the cloth was slammed up against her face, forcing her to take a panicked breath.

"Easy, tiger," the big guy mumbled and he twirled a finger through Garcia's hair. Garcia tried to hold her breath and she scratched desperately at his arms. The arms around her neck grew tighter and she gasped, in taking the scent of the polluted cloth and gagging.

The skinny guy wiped the blood from his greasy hair and watched with twisted satisfaction as Garcia fell limp. The big guy dropped her to the floor and gave her a quick kick to be sure she was out.

"I'm quitting after this," the skinny stranger grunted.

"You and me both. Get the kid, will ya."

The skinny guy bent down and heaved the toddler over his shoulder.

"Isn't he precious," the big guy laughed, watching as Spencer's wavy hair fell over his unconscious face.

"Well, take a good look, he ain't long for this world."

JJ flinched at the sound of a door banging open. She squinted at the door where a slither of light peeked out from the cracks.

Harrison stood in the threshold the light behind framing his muscular figure. A devilish grin painting his face, reminding JJ of a horror film she'd watched with Aaron on one of their first dates.

"One down," Harrison laughed; he stepped aside and a tall man stepped in with a limp Spencer in his arms.

"MMMRRRM!" JJ screamed and she writhed against the tape no longer caring that it was rubbing her wrists clean of skin.

The guy holding Spencer dropped him in a heap just an arms stretch from JJ and she struggled violently to get to him.

"Calm down, Jennifer, all we need is his brothers and then we'll let you go," Harrison muttered.

JJ sobbed as she watched Spencer's chest rise and fall.

This isn't happening. This is not happening, she thought helplessly.

"I never had a mom so I won't need you after I have them."

JJ breathed harshly as the cogs in her mind churned.

So this is personal, she thought. This is a recreation.

Present time

"Jack! Go long!"

Jack glanced around at his friend who had his arm outstretched to throw the baseball. He flung it into the air and Jack dropped the bat he'd been messing around with and hurried after the ball as it flew past his head.

"I got it! I got it!" He called back, pushing his legs faster. He caught the ball in both hands and held it up triumphantly. His friend cheered but the gym teacher was showing a small girl how to hold her bat, completely blind to Jack's achievement. Jack sighed and started trudging back to the group.

"Nice catch, Kid."

Jack spun around at the sound of the sly voice.

Stood in front of the school fence was a slimy looking man. His gangly hair hung in front of his face, slick with a greasy texture that reinforced the fact he probably hadn't washed in days.

"Thanks..." Jack muttered and he started back towards the other kids.

"Where ya going?" The man asked.

"My Dad said I shouldn't talk to strangers."

"Did he also tell you it's rude to ignore someone?" the man growled. Jack paused and bit his lip thoughtfully.

As a matter of fact, his dad had told him to be polite when talking to people and that he shouldn't walk away when someone's talking to him. So Jack turned back and gave the man a thin smile.

"Yes."

"You're Dad sounds like a smart man," the stranger hissed. Jack nodded his head enthusiastically.

"He works for the FBI," Jack beamed and he narrowed his eyes at the stranger, warning him off.

"Yea, I heard," the stranger murmured.

"I gotta get back to my game, sir," Jack added.

"Hold up kid."

Jack huffed and spun back around only to come face to face with a thick burlap sack which swiftly blinded him within its musky fabric.

"Let's see what your daddy thinks about this," the stranger steered as he slung Jack over his shoulder, grunting when a foot smacked into his ribs. He stumbled to his car and yanked open the trunk. He dumped the squirming boy inside and slammed the trunk shut, silencing his muffled screams.

The sound of sirens blared somewhere in the distance and some boys were looking around the pitch in bewilderment for their missing player.

The stranger folded his long body into the driver's seat and squealed down the road, passing a police car as it turned into the school.

Garcia lay strewn across the hallway, a bruise in the shape of a boot print had started to form over her rib cage.

The coffee table was leaning against the couch and several of her precious nicknacks were scattered in pieces on the floor.

A soft brown teddy bear sat on the kitchen tiles, its eyes glazed over as it stared out at nothing.

A light buzzing echoed from the bedroom. Morgan's name flashed across the screen but no one was there to answer.

Sorry! Cliffhanger, whoops ;)

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