Okay, so I was all excited to watch 2x12, The Kenyon Family after the promos of Ressler pinned by a tree limb and then dragged behind a motorcycle. So when we got to that part, I loved it. But (as usual) it wasn't enough...or more to the point, it wasn't complete. What happened to him after they dragged him out of the vehicle? What happened when they got him (and Amy, the little girl) to their compound? What happened after he and Liz got the upper hand and HRT stormed the place? He just disappeared and we didn't see him again for the rest of the episode! SO many missing pieces that I just had to fill in the blanks. So this is what might have happened and starts just as the boys are about to drag Ressler out of the SUV.

The tree limb that had Ressler pinned was wedged half in and half out of the vehicle, digging painfully into his left hip and side. Moving did nothing to alleviate the pressure on his ribs. And no matter how many different angles he tried to get leverage on the limb and push, it remained steadfast in its mission to trap him in the vehicle. The sight of it churned his stomach. An inch or two to the right and it would have been a different story. Crushed ribs would have been the least of his concerns with a shattered tree limb impaling him. So with the wayward limb hell bent on staying put, combined with the tree blocking his door from opening, he was well and truly stuck in his seat. And the more he thought about it, the more ridiculous it felt.

Outside the Sheriff's vehicle, someone was approaching through the trees. With its spider web crackling of broken glass, the shattered windshield obscured his view. Assuming it was the sheriff, he called out to her, as the underbrush snapped as the person approached. It wasn't the Sheriff though. The barrel of an old rifle was thrust in his direction and a teenage boy was on the other end of it. Two other teenagers came up beside him as they stared at Ressler in the vehicle.

They're just kids!

Glass suddenly shattered, spraying over him and raining down into the back seat. The child!

"Sweetie, come here. Get down! Get down!" Ressler yelled to the tousled haired little girl in the back. Blue eyes peered at him from between the seats as his arm shot out behind him to protect her.

As Amy dropped under his arm in the back seat, his attention was drawn to activity outside the windshield. The vehicle swayed as two of the boys clambered onto the hood, their dark forms obscured in the shattered glass. And in a motion that crushed against his ribs again, the tree limb was suddenly moving as the boys pulled it from the vehicle. The shattered limb dragged past him leaving splinters of wood embedded in his FBI jacket.

In one motion the windshield was peeled back to reveal the dirty faces of two boys. No longer pinned, Ressler's attention was split between the boys in front and Amy in the back. But as he turned back to protect her, the back door was flung open and arms grabbed the little girl away from his hand.

"No!" he cried as her startled eyes met his for a moment before she was dragged out of his sight.

And from the front, arms were reaching in to him and hauling him from the passenger seat. The strength of the boys was astounding as they manhandled him from the vehicle and dragged him onto the hood. These weren't ordinary kids. With their dirty faces, long hair and disheveled clothing, these kids were almost feral. As he rolled off the hood of the vehicle and dropped to the ground he reached for his weapon, drawing it before the kid disarmed him.

And as much as his gut wrenched at holding a gun on a young boy, he stood his ground. "Put her down," he told the kid holding Amy. Her features were calm as the older boy held her, but she never took her eyes off Ressler.

"Let her go!" he told the boy, advancing a step toward him.

From behind him, the lever action of the rifle sounded and the gun barrel was pressed into his spine.

"Drop the gun, FBI."

When Ressler refused, the gun barrel dug deeper into his back. "I said drop it!"

Swallowing hard, Ressler looked behind him to the kid. No more than 16, holding the beat up rifle on him.

"Fine. We'll do it this way," said the boy and instead took a step to Amy and pointed the rifle at her little chest.

"Shit," swore Ressler under his breath and lowered his weapon, only to have it taken from him immediately by one of the younger boys. "It's okay, sweetie," he told Amy, looking into her large blue eyes as the rifle was still held on her.

"Tie him!" the older boy instructed and retrieving rope out of their pockets, two boys tied Ressler's hands in front of him.

He didn't struggle, despite the fact the rough rope was cutting into his wrists, but kept his eyes on the older boy with the rifle on Amy. "Don't you dare hurt her," he told the kid, his voice low and threatening.

Even though Ressler was now tied the kid still held the rifle on Amy as he looked back at Ressler. "Then you had better cooperate, and she'll stay safe."

"Move out!" the boy called to his cohorts and shoving Ressler in front of them, they walked off through the underbrush away from the Sheriff's vehicle. Ressler stole a glance over his shoulder, but there was no sign of the sheriff, or Liz.

The boy holding Amy was in front of him and as Ressler looked at the little girl he smiled briefly at her. She was quiet, but tears were visible on her cheeks now as she steadily looked back at him. "It's gonna be okay, sweetheart," he told her, before he was propelled forward by the rifle wielding boy and almost fell to his knees.

"Don't talk to her!"

As they reached the bottom of the incline a trail wound its way through the trees. Two small motor bikes sat parked there, he now saw. And as Ressler slowed and surveyed their surroundings he was pushed down by the boy behind him, landing on his left side. His ribs and hip let him know they didn't approve as he hit the ground, narrowly missing slamming his head into the trunk of a tree. Another rope was being tied to his feet, and instinctively kicking to stop them he was suddenly looking up into the barrel of the rifle.

"You want me to shoot you right here, FBI? Then quit strugglin'!"

Now was not the time to make a stand, he told himself as he gazed up at the kid. His feet were being tied together, and he realized in horror the rope was also being tied to the back of a motor bike.

"No!" He couldn't get to his feet, and as he tried the boys secured the rope and jumped on the bike, taking Amy with them on a second bike.

"Keen!" he yelled, unsure where she was now. But his shout was obscured under the sound of the bike as it started up. The initial jolt startled him as the rope tightened and he was dragged on his back. Making their way down the trail, the ground was leaf strewn and soft with recent rains. That didn't mean it was a soft ride by any stretch of the imagination. Crying out in pain as his back was dragged over a rocky patch, he grimaced as stones and rocks dug into his body as the bike picked up speed.

"Stop!" he yelled at them, but no one turned back to him.

The trail took another turn downward and as they rounded a bend his shoulder and head were slammed into a small tree on the side of the path. As he dragged past it he screamed, positive it was going to rip an ear off. From ahead of him on the bike he made out the sound of laughter. The bare tree tops above him stood starkly as he passed dizzily below them. And closing his eyes against that view as he was tossed and tumbled over the rocks and underbrush beneath him, all he could hope was that this wouldn't last for too long.

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His wish was mercifully granted as they rounded another bend a couple of minutes later and the bikes slowed and came to a stop. Lying panting on the ground, his back a mass of painful bruises and his head spinning, Ressler couldn't move. As the boys stood above him with their dirty heads blocking the sky, more boys arrived, circling around him looking downward.

"Is that him?" an older voice asked, breaking into the circle.

Squinting, Ressler tried to make out if it was an adult. It wasn't, but he appeared to the oldest boy here.

"Yeah, he's the Fed, David," one of the younger boys spoke up.

"Get him up and into the hold," said David then turned and walked away as a boy untied Ressler's feet.

As they dragged Ressler to his feet he fell forward, leaning on them a moment and panting. The boys laughed around him.

"He can't even stand up!" jeered one boy, peering upward into Ressler's face.

With an effort Ressler took in a deep breath and stood upright, glaring silently at the boy. "Where… where did you take the little girl?" he asked, but all he got was a leering grin in his face.

"Wouldn't you like ta know!" laughed another boy, and then he was being dragged by his bound hands toward a building. Taking his first look at it, it blended in almost perfectly with its surroundings. Constructed from rusted corrugated tin sheets, it stood long and low to the ground. As they pushed him along he entered the structure and descended a few steps into it, realizing that the bulk of the compound was underground. His eyes darted everywhere, taking in the sight of the large room. Cluttered and with no organization, mismatched and broken chairs were strewn everywhere, haphazardly surrounding a fire drum. Several boys sat around, eyeing him suspiciously as he was led in. On the opposite wall a few stairs led up to another room. What surprised him the most though was that the place had electricity. Somehow they'd tapped into the power lines. For a moment he was impressed, before he was pushed forward again.

"Move it, Fed."

He was led to a smaller roughly built room off the main central room. The 'hold' as David had referred to it. As they shoved him inside he needed to duck a little due to the low ceiling. Once inside, it was almost a mini-me of the main room with several chairs surrounding a fire toward the middle of the room. Several boys followed him in.

"I want his jacket. I want me an FBI jacket," whined one boy.

"Corey, you ain't gettin' his jacket," the other boy replied.

"I want his bullet proof vest," piped up another boy, and before long, an argument ensued as to which boy wanted what. Ressler stood still, letting the scene play out around him. It was crazy. A bunch of kids apparently living out here in the woods, deciding his fate. Or, at least the fate of his attire. Talk about Lord of the Flies…

From behind him, rough hands suddenly shoved him down. As he hit the ground dangerously close to the fire, all hell broke loose. Boys clambered on him tugging at his jacket but soon realized they couldn't get it off him with his hands tied.

"Untie him!" yelled one boy.

"I want his coat!"

Get those ropes off!" yelled another.

Knowing this might actually work in his favor, Ressler shielded his head under them and showed them his bound hands. A large knife made short work of the rope. Ressler took note of which boy had the knife. With his hands untied the boys wasted no time. On top of him, kneeing him and sitting on him, his back screamed under the onslaught as his jacket was ripped off him to the shouts above him. As his lungs struggled for air he felt panic beginning to take hold. He couldn't get the boys off him as their combined weight pushed him into the dirt floor. Panting for breath he grimaced as he again tried to rise to his knees.

"I got it!" yelled one kid as others then tried to take the blue nylon jacket from him.

And still they manhandled Ressler, crushing him under them and now tearing at his bullet proof vest. It was off him in seconds as another kid yelled in glee. "It's mine!"

And suddenly it was quiet in the room and boys lifted themselves up off him, leaving him lying face down on the ground, his hands still untied. His chest heaving as he took in several lung fulls of air at last, Ressler saw the oldest boy standing in the small room. There was no doubt who the leader was around here.

"David, we-"

"Be quiet. Get him tied again and sit him over there," David told the boys, then bent down to look at Ressler.

Before David could speak, Ressler asked him through clenched teeth, "What did you do with the little girl, Amy. Where is she?"

David looked at him, a glint of something in his eyes that Ressler immediately found distasteful. "You want her for yourself? Well, she's gonna be my bride," David leered at him.

Ressler launched himself at David with a speed that took them by surprise. Aiming low and hard he rammed into the kid's knees, knocking him off his feet and onto his back. As he pulled himself up the kid to wipe that leer off his face, hands were on his arms hauling him off David.

"Get off me!" he hissed at them, glaring at David who was still smirking at him from the ground. Hauling Ressler to his feet the three older boys had his hands tied again and threw him onto a small chair by the wall. Panting, he sat there looking at David who had picked himself up off the floor.

"If I were you, I'd behave. You never know what might happen with a bunch of little girls at our disposal," said David, choosing his words carefully as he twirled a large knife in his hands now.

Ressler glared silently at the young leader. His hands were tied, both figuratively and physically.

"Where is his partner? There were two FBI agents," David asked the boys who had brought Ressler in.

"We didn't see his partner."

"Then get back out there. She is out there and I want her brought in too," he ordered, then looked at Ressler again. "Like I said, it will go much easier on others if you cooperate."

Again Ressler glared at David. "Oh, I know how to cooperate," he told the kid, then stared until David looked away and left the room.

And as Ressler sat there, leaning his head against the wall and trying very hard to suppress the urge to strangle somebody, one of the boys who was guarding him from across the room spoke up.

"All you Feds are gonna burn in hell. The day is coming, you know that?"

Ressler didn't even look at the kid, having heard the same thing from Amy. "Yeah. That's so yesterday's news."

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Some time later Ressler heard a commotion in the larger room to his left. Someone was being brought in, to the whoops and hollers of some of the younger boys. His heart sank. It had to be Liz. And in confirmation he heard her voice through the makeshift door demanding to speak with David. Instinctively, he rose from his seat but his own gun was shoved toward him from one of the boys guarding him.

"I wouldn't do that, if I were you," said the boy quietly.

Ressler glared at the kid, but sat down and focused on Liz's voice. She was asking about Amy and the reply churned his stomach as he heard David's voice talking about her being one of his wives. And gritting his teeth against that sickening comment, he then heard Liz again.

"And the man? Ressler? What have you done with him," her voice came through the door to him.

I'm in here Liz. Guarded by freakin' feral children…

And a few moments later the door to the hold was open and through the gap behind the two dirty, long haired teens, he saw Liz sitting on one of the many benches around the fire. She appeared unhurt to his relief. His attention was drawn back to the two boys as he was now hauled out of the small chair, igniting his back muscles in pain.

"See, he's alive," said David.

Ressler locked eyes with Liz across the fire, as each silently asked the other if they were okay. In the next instant he was forcefully thrown toward her. And for the second time that evening he fell dangerously close to an open fire. Hitting the ground hard beside Liz he looked behind her and saw her fingers moving as she toyed with the rope around her wrists. Grimacing in pain, he leaned toward her, grunting. And in one swift unseen motion, had the ropes off her wrists.

As they rose to their feet taking the boys by surprise, Liz had the rifle in her hands as panic ensued.

"Freeze! Step away from him!" And as David broke for it and ran, Samar and the HRT boys were everywhere, swarming the compound as Ressler lurched forward and stood unsteadily to the side of Liz.

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Having been handed his vest and jacket by one of the HRT men, Ressler felt much more like himself in his uniform. Liz and Samar had run outside in pursuit of David but after donning his vest and jacket quickly, he walked to the gathered boys. His target was different.

Guarded by several HRT, Ressler nodded to the agent who let him through to talk to the boys.

"Where are you keeping the girls? Where did you take Amy?" he asked them, but got no answer. In silent accord, the boys had joined ranks and weren't saying a thing.

"Where did you take Amy when we arrived?" he asked one of the boys who had brought him in. The kid simply looked at him silently, and then looked away as if bored with the conversation.

Grimacing in frustration, Ressler shook his head and left the group of boys. Rounding up 3 HRT agents, he told them to follow him. As they walked into the night air, he didn't see where Liz had gone at first. But when he saw her near a white van talking with David inside it he hesitated, almost going to her. But finding the girls was his priority right now. Finding Amy. Leading the men behind the compound, he had them fan out with instructions to look for something that would indicate an underground cellar or hold.

The night was growing colder as he jogged through the trees, weapon drawn and in radio contact with the other searchers. Nothing was out of the ordinary though, as he shone his flashlight around him under the trees.

"Dammit." He knew they had to be close. David would have kept them close to where the main compound was. Radioing to the men, he had them double back and search more to the east end of the compound this time. And again jogging under the trees, the four of them fanned out searching with their flashlights.

He wasn't so much looking for a structure, but more signs of heavier foot traffic in one area. And approaching the compound again from the rear, he saw exactly what he was looking for. Turning to his left he came upon an open area of woods. Lifting his radio, he had the men join him. As they fanned out in this new clearing, one of the men literally tripped on something and fell. And as Ressler jogged over and they all shone their flashlights down to the ground, he smiled.

It was an air vent, sticking up out of the ground. "Find the trapdoor!" he yelled and scrambling around among the trees, moving the leaves away they found it within a minute. Ressler radioed for more men as they dropped to the ground and slowly opened the trapdoor. Peering into the dark, he shone his flashlight inside and saw steps leading downward.

And at the bottom of the stairs a little dark haired, blue eyed girl looked up at him. "Mr FBI man," she said.

He smiled and climbed down to her, illuminated in the flashlights of the HRT men who were now following him down the steps. Dropping to his knees in front of Amy he faced her and quickly shone his flashlight over her. She appeared to be okay.

"Hey, sweetheart, how about we get out of here?" he asked her, looking briefly around him as the other girls came out of the shadows toward the HRT men.

Ressler picked up his radio again. "Keen!" She didn't answer. Swooping Amy up in his arms, she clung to his neck as he climbed the staircase and stepped out into the trees again. Behind him, one by one, the girls climbed up the stairs to stand in the clearing as FBI, medics and local law enforcement ran up with blankets and first aid to tend to the missing girls. Taking an offered blanket, he wrapped it around the little girl in his arms.

"We have a bus over there, sir, that we can ferry these girls out of here," one of the agents informed him.

He nodded to the agent and walked away, leaving the scene and heading for the compound. "You alright?" he asked Amy and she nodded in reply, her arms still around his neck. As he approached the compound, the trail lit with flashlights as agents made their way to and from the underground cell, he was met by a familiar figure walking toward him.

They stopped on the path, alone for the moment. "Hey," they both said in unison.

Liz patted Amy on the back. "You okay, Amy?" and the little girl nodded in reply. Liz looked at Ressler again. "We have a bus over there to take the girls… and boys… to town where there are apparently a large group of parents and family waiting at the Town Hall.

"Does she have someone waiting…?" asked Ressler, indicating Amy. Liz looked at the little girl and shrugged. They didn't have those details yet. They turned and walked together to the waiting bus. And as they stood by it, the headlights of vehicles lit up the road below the compound. As the vehicles parked, men and women ran up the slope toward the large gathering of law enforcement.

A police officer turned to them. "Those are the families, sir. Once word got to them that we'd found the boy's compound they left and headed up here. We couldn't stop them."

A young woman was charging toward them. "Oh my god! Oh my god!" she was calling and Ressler realized she was looking at Amy. Hurtling to them, she stopped and looked in wonder at the little girl.

"Are you related to her, ma'am'?" asked Liz, her hand protectively on Amy's back.

"I'm her aunt! My sister was one of the ones…" she choked back tears. Her sister was one of the ones massacred in the church. "Amy, it's your aunt, remember?"

The little girl peered out from around Ressler's neck, looking at the woman. "Chocolate chop cookies," she said, and Meg burst into tears. "That's right, we baked chocolate chip cookies last time I saw you," she cried.

"Aunt Meg," said Amy. As Ressler looked at Liz, she nodded imperceptibly and he leaned over and let Meg take the little girl from his arms.

As the woman about crushed Amy in her arms, sobbing for her lost sister and found niece, Ressler watched them. He felt a hand on his arm and looked quickly at Liz who was motioning him away.

He leaned over to Amy, "Bye, sweetie," he told her.

She turned to him, "Bye bye, Mr FBI man."

And still he couldn't walk away, as Meg tearfully smiled and nodded to him. He felt Liz's hand on his arm again and reluctantly followed his partner, leaving Amy in the company of her aunt.

"One day, Ress," Liz said softly, stopping in a quiet spot near the compound.

"Hhmm?" he questioned, watching Meg take Amy down the hill toward the vehicles.

"One day you will make a wonderful daddy to a little girl or boy," Liz told him rubbing his arm as they turned and headed for one of the FBI vehicles to head off the mountain.

And as they walked together, watching the girls being reunited with family members, he realized that what he'd told Amy wasn't exactly true. Not all days felt like he was going to hell.