Going Home
They went home feeling like their world had been ripped apart. They knew exactly now what it felt like for the victim's families they dealt with on a regular basis. They just couldn't believe their little boy was dead and they'd be burying him soon.
Rossi decided he'd be the one to drive them home. He was worried about the two of then seeing how they were reacting. It was obvious they were both understandably devastated but he could see them starting to fall apart in front of his eyes.
Emily looked out of the window trying to hold back the tears though her heart was breaking into a million pieces. All she could think of were all the things she would never be able to do with her son. Every now and again she'd look over at her husband of seven years but he wouldn't react.
Aaron glared out of the window while inside of him he was boiling with anger. He'd failed them; he'd failed them all. He would never fail another parent ever again. He would hunt down every psycho in the States. He wouldn't let anyone else lose their son.
When they got home Dave escorted them both in as Jack ran down the stairs to see if his baby brother was alright. He wasn't prepared to see his parents arrive devastated without their youngest son. Where was Toby? He couldn't be, could he? No, no, no it was all his fault.
Dave sat them both in the couch but Aaron immediately got up and headed to the study slamming the door. He wouldn't cry; he wouldn't. He'd track down every psycho out there and put them behind bars. He'd make them all pay for their crimes. He was more driven than ever now his son was dead.
Dave put his hands on Jack's shoulders and said, "I'm so sorry."
Jack immediately hugged him trying not to break down while he heard his stepmother's tears. He couldn't believe it. His little brother was dead. It was all his fault.