JJ fought her restraints. She had to get back to her son. She needed to be with her little boy. Her team would try to help him. She had no doubt about that, but he was just a little boy, and he needed his mommy.
"Agent Jaraue,"the man said,"I'm going to take you back to the holding cell. You're going to behave, because if you don't, my partner will kill your son, and we will do it in front of you, and I have a friend,"he leaned in closely, and whispered in her ear,"he likes little boys."
"You're sick,"she spat back.
"That's the kind of thing that could get a little boy killed,"he whispered,"I'd watch my tongue if I were you."
He unlocked her shackles, and put an arm around her. He opened the door, and led her across the hall. His partner was in front of the door. He unlocked the door, then he stepped aside. The man holding JJ opened the door, and shoved her in the room.
"Agent Hotchner,"he said,"you can either come with me, or I will kill everyone in this room, except for you. Starting with the boy, and ending with his mother."
Hotch stood up silently, and walked out the door. He stayed calm, for his team, and for himself, but in his mind he was terrified. What about Jack? Did they have him? Was his son alone somewhere in this building? He started making a million promises.
I'll never miss his birthday again. I'll never ask him to clean his room after a long day. I will never yell at him if he is no where near here.
"I know what you're thinking agent Hotchner, we don't have your son, but that can be arranged, if you don't behave,"said the man leading him.
The door closed behind them, and JJ found Henry attached to Reid. She thrived to pry him off, but the young child clung to him like his life depended on it.
"Come here, sweetheart,"she said,"It's okay, I've got you."
He slowly raised his head, revealing the tear stains on Reid's shirt. He reached for her, and she picked him up, and held him close.
"Thank you,"she mouthed to Reid.
Hotch kept his neutral gaze, as his captor paced around the room.
"I want to know everything that happened to my sister's case since it landed on your desk,"he said,"you're the leader of that team, so this is all your responsibility."
"You're right,"Hotch agreed,"I should be held accountable for any mistakes that were made."
"What did you do when your communications Liason brought the case to your desk?"
Hotch was ready to go home to his son, when JJ came and stopped him in his tracks.
"Hotch,"she said,"Garcia was contacted today by a man who wanted the files from his sister's suicide,and I think there's more to this than what the police found."
"What makes you say that?"
"She tried to kill herself a few months ago, but she received counseling afterwards, and she was recovering well, according to her therapist. She did go out the night before her body was found, but she wasn't drinking. I think this might be a possible homocide,"JJ revealed.
"Okay,"Hotch said,"but even if you're right, we haven't been formally invited yet."
"I already called the local sheriff's office,"she said,"they're willing to let us send two agents to look into the situation. If they're convinced that there was foul play involved, they will invite us."
"Give me the file,"he said,"I'll look it over tonight. I'll send Morgan, and Prentiss in the morning."
"Thank you sir,"she said, before leaving. She accepted that there was nothing more she could do tonight, followed the lead of the rest of the team, and went home to her family.
Hotch read the file, and he knew there was something unusual involved in this. He checked the clock, and knew that it was to late to ask them to come in now. He decided to ask them tomorrow when they got to work.
"The next day, I sent them to investigate,"Hotch said to his interrogator,"I had no control over the case after that."
"I suppose I'll have to bring both agents in at the same time,"the man replied.
"I suppose you will,"Hotch said, looking him in the eye.
