"So tell me, Hotch," Morgan began. It was evening and, after a tour of the farm and surrounding areas, the team was again sitting at one of the long trestle tables in the dining hall talking after they had finished eating dinner. Mistress and Commander, meanwhile, had taken the three owners over to meet some of the workers from the orchards.

"When you came into the room this morning you were yelling and sounding like a lawyer. Are you really ready to defend these people after what they have done to you or are you just suffering from Stockholm Syndrome?" He gave his former boss a puzzled look.

"Different people do things differently," Hotch replied carefully. "And, while I may not agree or condone some of the things that are done here on the island, I do try to understand that they are just continuing traditions that have been in place for over a hundred years. The pattern was established long ago and they have just continued to follow it."

"And if someone were to show them a different way?" Lewis suggested.

"I am sure things would change," Hotch replied thoughtfully. "They have already showed a remarkable ability to adapt to changes as they are introduced."

"So you are condoning this enforced slavery?" Morgan asked incredulously.

"Look around you," Hotch told him, gesturing at the rest of the dining hall. "What do you see? Does anyone here look abused or mistreated? Do they look as if they are here against their will? Besides, some of these people are actually better off living here on the island."

"Better off here?" Morgan demanded, continuing his argument. "Man, are you crazy?"

"Six oh three," Hotch called out to the young man who was walking past on his way to the door.

"Yes, 751," 603 smiled excitedly as he walked over. "I heard we had some guests and I was hoping you would introduce me to them."

"These are some of my friends who are here for a visit," Hotch explained. "And I would like for you to meet them – We have here Dave, JJ, Spencer, Derek, Matt, and Tara." Each person smiled and gave a small wave as their name was mentioned.

"Six oh three is the best helper I have ever had," he told the group. "We have done a lot of carpentry work together."

"Glad to meet all of you," 603 blushed as he gave a small wave back and, as he did so, the many scars on his arm were clearly visible.

"Where were you working today?" Hotch asked.

"In one of the sewing workrooms," 603 replied. "Working on linens for use around the farm."

"See if you can change and spend tomorrow helping 433 with the carpentry," Hotch suggested. "I'm going to be busy here and I know he would appreciate some help."

"Not a problem!" 603 grinned happily. "To be honest, sewing is not what I do best. Nice to meet everyone." He gave another wave before walking away.

"Hotch, were those cigarette burn scars on his arm?" JJ asked quietly.

"Yes, and they are all over his body," Hotch told her. "He had them when he was brought to the island as an infant. I understand it took quite some time for them all to heal."

"We did originally profile that whoever was kidnapping these people might be under the impression that they were rescuing them," Rossi remembered. "In some cases maybe we were right."

"I assume there are more?" Lewis asked.

"Oh yes," Hotch told her. "A toddler, a little girl, arrived a few weeks ago. She had been so badly sexually abused that not only were her genitals were all bloody red and swollen but she couldn't walk due to the pain. Now that she is pretty much healed up, she is having to learn to walk all over again."

"Oh My Gosh!" Ron Hartnell had walked over to speak with them. "You hear about things like that but you are telling me that it actually happened?"

"It happens more than you know," Cruz spoke up. "Unfortunately."

"What will happen to her now?" was the next question. "Once we identify her, will she go back to whoever did that to her?"

"Most likely," JJ told him. "And, if not to those people, probably to a close family member."

"Or into foster care," Lewis added sadly. "That is, of course, if she was reported missing in the first place."

"Not reported missing?" Ron Hartnell repeated in amazement. "I know if one of my kids disappeared – "

"Would you report your child missing after you had mistreated her like that?" Hotch asked. "You would be opening yourself up for a charge of child abuse. My guess would be that many of these people who arrived here as children were never reported missing."

"So we may never be able to identify them," Ron Hartnell shook his head sadly. "That means we'll need to add mental health care to the list of services we will be providing these people."

He shook his head sadly. "Where to start – Where to start?"