~Interrogation~

For reasons Will didn't fully understand, by the time the sun was peaking over the horizon the next morning, he and JJ had been carted off to the police station in separate vehicles, Michael still clutched protectively in JJ's arms.

He had caught a glimpse of his wife as he was being dragged towards an interrogation room, the sound of her voice carrying clear above the lilting Spanish tones of the police officers.

"Ma'am, please allow us to take your son, he will be well looked after," one of the male officers was saying to her in a thick accent.

"No! One of my children is missing, you're insane if you think I'm going to pass the other one off to a complete stranger. No, he's staying with me!"

Will found himself being pushed into a grey paneled room, the door closing behind him and the detective, sealing him off from the outside.

"Sit," the officer said firmly. Will dropped himself into a chair, fixing the most intense glare he could muster upon the officer who was now sitting before him.

"Please state your name for the record"

"William LaMontagne Junior," Will said darkly.

"Mr LaMontagne, can you tell me, as best as you can remember… exactly what happened last night?"

Will took a deep breath, swallowing hard against the lump in his throat before he spoke. "We came back from dinner around seven. I gave Henry a bath while JJ fed the baby, and I got him into his pyjamas. I put him into his bed and kissed him goodnight while JJ settled the baby, and then I left the room. I got a bottle of wine and some glasses and I took them outside. JJ joined me a few minutes later, and we just sat out there talking"

Exhaling, Will sat forward. "We heard Henry crying around… it must have been 8:30. I went in to check on him and he said he had had a bad dream… that there was a man trying to get him. I reassured him it was alright, everything was fine. He didn't fight it… he lay back down and went back to sleep. I left the room and went back to my wife"

"How long after that did you realize Henry was missing?"

"It was about an hour later… Michael started to cry, so JJ went in to check on him since he probably needed to be fed… I was talking to a Scottish couple staying in the apartment next door. Minutes later, JJ came out screaming that Henry had disappeared"

Martinez studied him closely, stroking his chin with one hand before clasping them on the table.

"What did you do then?"

"I did what any other parent would have done… I ran into the apartment to check for Henry myself-"

"So you didn't believe your wife when she said he was missing?"

"I didn't want to! Would you?" Will exclaimed. "I was scared and of course I wanted her to be wrong!"

"What did you do after that?"

"We went outside and searched! What would you have done?"

Martinez remained silent, lifting a yellow file up to the top of the table. "When we searched your apartment… we found this, in the trash," he said coolly, pulling a photo from the file and placing it in front of Will. Will stated at it for a moment, before looking up at the detective with raised eyebrows.

"A used condom? Is that not supposed to go in the trash? What am I supposed to do with it, hang it from the shower rail to dry out?" he said sarcastically. Martinez's eyes narrowed.

"It was right at the top of the trash, Mr LaMontagne, indicating to us that it had been thrown out very recently. Did you and your wife have sex after you realised your son was missing?"

"Wha-no! Jesus Christ, if you have to know, we had sex yesterday afternoon while the boys were having an afternoon nap," Will spat, throwing himself back in his chair. "It was at the top of the trash because we went out for dinner, so we didn't have a need to throw anything away in the apartment!"

Martinez studied him carefully, before sitting up a little straighter.

"I don't believe you"

"You are not fucking serious," Will groaned. "What proof do you want? A video? Because that's kinda messed up"

"I think someone had sex in that apartment after realising your son was missing. And I think that makes you and your wife complicit"

"You-"

"You wouldn't be this defensive if you didn't have something to hide," Martinez said calmly.

"I don't have anything to hide!" Will exclaimed through clenched teeth. "Fuck!"

"Are you happy with your wife?"

Will gaped at him. "Seriously? Of course I'm happy with her"

"Neither of you are having an affair?"

"You're out of your mind," Will spat.

"You see, Mr LaMontagne, one of you may have had sex yesterday… but it doesn't mean both of you did. Your behaviour has been very odd. I think one of you is having an affair… and the other did something to the little boy to get back at the one cheating"

"You are fucking insane!" Will yelled, slamming his hands on the table. "There is no way I would hurt my son, and there's no way either of us are having an affair! Take the fucking condom out of the trash and run DNA tests on it! You'll find my DNA, and my wife's, but it's from yesterday afternoon!"

"Did you bring her with you? Do you get a thrill out of having your mistress here while on vacation with your wife?"

"What the f-"

"Or is she Spanish? Did you have sex with a random woman? You need to tell us who she is! We have to interview her as well!"

"There is no her!" Will yelled.

"If it wasn't you, it must have been your wife," Martinez said darkly. "How long was she in the apartment before she came running out?"

"I… a couple of minutes! JJ wouldn't do that!" Will protested. "You've got the complete wrong idea!"

"You need to consider-"

"We didn't hurt our little boy!" Will cried, but moments later, he had slumped over on the table, bursting into devastated tears. "Please… I've told you everything I know. My baby boy is missing… please stop treating me and my wife like suspects, and get out there and find him. Please"

"I don't think your son is missing, Mr LaMontagne. I think you and your wife know exactly where he is. And I am going to get it out of you one way or another"

Xxx

When Hotch walked into the round table room that morning, his team was already waiting. Without a word, he held up a hand to Garcia, indicating he wanted her to wait a moment to present the case. Taking a deep breath, he set his file down in front of his seat, before gripping the back of the chair and leaning against it.

"Before we start work on this case, I need to… share some pretty bad news. I don't want this to distract us from our work, as hard as that is going to be, but I wanted you guys to know before you find out from the news, because I'm positive it's going to be on the news by this evening"

He looked up into the confused stares of his team, exhaling heavily.

"I got a phone call from JJ last night," he started slowly. "Henry has gone missing from the resort where they're staying… JJ has reason to believe someone took him from his bed while she and Will were sitting outside the apartment"

The faces around the table turned to that of horror. Garcia's mouth fell open, her eyes filling with tears.

"I've told JJ to ask if the police can forward any information to me, but so far I haven't heard anything else from anyone"

"Honestly… Spanish police are better than the Portuguese Judiciaria," Emily said weakly. "But I've seen them jump to incorrect conclusions off the bat more times than I'd care to count. And then they refuse to change their stance even when the evidence points in a completely different direction"

Hotch nodded. "It's going to be hard, that much I know. And we are going to do everything in our limited power to help find Henry, but right now, all I can do is work off of any information I get from JJ and Will and hope that the police are doing their best for them. For now, we need to focus on today's case. As I said, I don't want this to distract you… I just didn't want it to be sprung on you because I'm fairly certain this will be all over our news by this evening"

The team nodded somberly, looking back towards Garcia as Hotch rounded the table towards her.

"Garcia, I'll present for you if you like. Throughout our next few cases, I want any time where you have nothing to actively work on for us to be spent on Henry. I know there won't be much. But if you can find anything that might point towards why a little boy was abducted in Spain… it could change this dramatically"

"Ok," Garcia said softly, handing the remote to Hotch and stepping aside, wiping a tear from under her eye.

And so even as they fixated their attention on the next case, the attitude in the room had changed dramatically. In the back of all of their minds was one sweet, fair haired little boy.

xxx

JJ was on the verge of tears. It felt like she had been sitting in the cold little room for hours, having her story picked apart by cops who seemed to want nothing more than to throw her and Will behind bars under false accusations. She had been berated by a constant stream of contradictions to her story, and she was just barely keeping it together.

To top it all off, Michael had started crying, his cry that signaled to JJ he was hungry. But she couldn't think of anything she wanted to do less than breastfeed in this room surrounded by shady male cops.

"Is he hungry?" one of the cops asked in a thick Spanish accent.

"Yes," JJ said in a shaky voice. "Can I be left alone to feed him?"

"No," the cop replied, a hint of a smirk playing on his face.

"Then send in a female detective," JJ said as firmly as she could manage. "Please, all I'm going to do is feed my son, but I'm not comfortable right now"

The cops looked at each other, before the lead shrugged and walked over to the door. Pulling it open, he looked out into the main precinct.

"Garcia!" he called, and somehow, just hearing the name that was shared with one of her closest friends sent a wave of comfort washing over her.

"Sit in here while she feeds the baby," he commanded, before abruptly leading the other two men from the room. They were replaced by a woman who looked a little younger than JJ, with long dark hair and kind eyes. She gave JJ a small smile, pulling down the blind on the door, before walking over to the two way glass and pulling a long canvas blind down over that as well.

Tearfully, JJ pulled up her tank top and the bralette she was wearing. Almost immediately, Michael latched on, sucking hungrily at her breast as she got comfortable in the chair.

"How old is he?" Garcia asked gently.

"Six months," JJ replied, her voice thick with tears.

"I'm sorry for what you are going through"

The gentle proclamation made JJ look up in surprise, even as tears continued to fall down her cheeks. Garcia was looking at her with an expression she hadn't yet seen in the precinct – one of sympathy. She looked genuinely sorry for what JJ was feeling.

"I just want my son," JJ replied weakly, her voice catching in her throat. "He's only three… he'll be so scared"

"We are going to do everything we can," Garcia said gently. "You said you are law enforcement… you understand we have to explore every angle. We have to pull your story apart to see if there are any contradictions"

"I would never hurt my son," JJ said tearfully. "My husband and I adore our boys… we would never do anything to hurt them"

Garcia nodded once, sitting back in her chair.

"We're just trying to do our jobs, Mrs Jareau"

XXX

"Henry!"

The waves crashed against the shore as they walked along the beach, Will yelling Henry's name every ten yards or so. They had been released from interrogation after a hellish half day of being berated by the police. They were still suspects, that much was clear, but there was absolutely no evidence to allow the police to detain them any longer. JJ only hoped that that would eventually work in their favour and force the police to start taking their statements seriously.

Will had snagged a torch off one of the Canadians once they got back to the resort and was using it to check the shrubbery towards the top of the beach. The beam shone hopelessly against foot after foot of bare sand and dry shrubs. Neither of them quite knew what they were looking for, but they couldn't sit idly by. They had to do something.

"Henry!" JJ called out thickly. Michael was asleep against her chest, supported in the baby sling. He'd already become accustomed to the yelling, able to sleep peacefully even with the panic that had surrounded his little family. JJ's eyes stung terribly. She'd cried so much she didn't think she could cry anymore. The salt in the air stung her angry red skin, but as much as it hurt, she just couldn't cry.

Will, who had been a few yards in front, suddenly stopped, his shoulders slumping as the torch shone absently at his side. And then, for the very first time that evening, JJ watched as he finally broke down, the sobs coming with vigorous force. Pulling up beside him, she placed an arm on his shoulders, the lump in her throat increasing in size as she watched him cry.

"The front door was unlocked," he sobbed, sinking to his knees in the sand. JJ slowly sank down beside him, wrapping her arm around him and resting her head on his shoulder. "When I went around to the street to search the front, I realised the front door was unlocked. Someone picked the lock and got in"

A fresh wave of horror washed over JJ. They had been right outside. How had someone managed to take their little boy away when they had been sitting 20 feet away?

"Henry saw them"

Her eyes snapped to his, widening in horror.

"What?"

"When he woke up crying… he said there was a man trying to get him," Will choked out through hysterical tears. "I thought he had just had a bad dream so I told him it was ok, to just go back to sleep. He never pushed it… Jayje, I think whoever took Henry was in the room with me. Henry had already seen them. If he had just told me it wasn't a dream, I would've checked. God… I would've checked"

JJ's stomach gave an uncomfortable lurch. Reaching around behind her, she unclipped Michael's carrier, carefully passing him over to Will without a word. Slowly pulling herself to her feet, she walked a little way up the sand towards the shrubs as she tried to process what Will had just said.

The abduction had likely happened nearly an hour before she'd even realised Henry was gone. Which meant her little boy could be anywhere. By the time they had started searching the resort… called the police… Henry and his kidnapper would've been miles away.

Leaning over, she heaved, her stomach rejecting its contents quite violently. She retched again, another wave of vomit coming up all over the dry little shrubs.

Will's hand came to rest on her shoulder as she straightened up, making her turn and look directly into his red, wet eyes.

"What are we going to do?" she asked in a terrified whisper.

"I don't know," Will replied helplessly. "But we're not gonna give up. We'll get him back"