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When Aaron and Emily got home a horrible feeling came over them that something was dreadfully wrong. Jack came over looking frightened, guilty and worried. They looked to find Toby come running behind like he always did but he never came. Their chests tightened in fear knowing he was just the right age for the UnSub's preference. Oh god, he didn't have him, did he?
"Where's your brother?" Aaron asked panicked. If the UnSub had him he'd kill him.
"I'm sorry, dad, he wandered off. I suddenly heard him shouting then a muffled sound. When I looked he wasn't there and a car was speeding off," he answered kicking his feet.
"Aaron, he's got him! He's got our little boy!" Emily yelped breaking down. She was sure of it. The UnSub had taken the son they'd tried so hard to get.
"We don't know for sure, Emily."
"Oh Aaron, wake up and smell the roses he's got him. Our little boy."
"What did the van look like?" he tried to ask calmly.
"It was blue," he answered looking down.
"Could you see a number plate?" Jack gave him the part of the number plate he could remember and Aaron froze. It was the UnSub's. He shouted, "How could this happen, Jack? You were meant to be looking after him! He was your responsibility! You were smoking again, weren't you?!"
Jack looked down at the floor then looked back up knowing he had to come clean and nodded. He'd never meant to cause them this distress and for his little brother to be kidnapped. All he'd wanted was a cigarette. He didn't want to touch one anymore not now this had happened. He was well aware it was all his fault.
"I'll deal with you later," he shouted at him. "I'll just gather the team," he whispered to Emily. "We will find him and he'll be alive. We will find him."
She nodded looking up at the husband she trusted with every inch of her being. He was her hero.