"Miranda, get those brats!"

Miranda turned to head out of the room at Barker's command. Jack and Henry ran past the woman and out of sight down the dark hallway. Miranda had mixed emotions as she headed out after them secretly hoping that they'd found a way out of the building.

Jack held on tightly to his little friend's hand as he surveyed the open space of the warehouse. He noticed the two other men who'd brought them here and he quickly pulled Henry behind a stack of shipping crates before they could be seen. The two boys watched as Miranda slowly approached in their direction. Jack felt confident having worked at least two cases with his dad so he kept a keen eye on the three as they approached from each side.

"They're coming…" Henry whispered.

Jack clamped his hand over the little boy's mouth. Miranda stopped dead in her tracks she could have sworn she'd heard a small voice. Turning to her right she looked dead into the eyes of Jack Hotchner. She saw his wide-eyed glare…and the fear.

"What's up?"

The heavier man asked as his cohort followed close behind.

"I thought you were supposed to be keeping a lookout, Roscoe?" Miranda asked. "Andy, Chester told you to wait in the van, right?"

"Who put you in charge, Little Mama?" Roscoe asked irritated.

"Nobody, I just know how pissed off Chester would be if he knew you two were inside."

"Don't worry about us you just do what you're told!" Andy added. "So, what's going on? We thought Chester would be finished by now so we can get the hell out of here!"

Miranda glanced out of the corner of her eye in the direction where Jack and Henry were hiding and then back at the men.

"Uh, yeah, that dude tried to put up a fight and those two brats ran out of the room, now I've got to find them."

"You need some help? Three is better than one."

"No, it's okay they've got to be around here somewhere. You two better get back to your posts."

Roscoe and Andy glanced around the warehouse before looking back at Miranda.

"Okay then, but if you need some help we're just outside."

"Thanks guys. This won't take long and we'll be out in a minute."

Miranda watched as the two burly men headed toward the back door. Then slowly she looked back toward where the boys had been hiding. They were gone and she smiled in relief as she proceeded toward the front door.

"FBI! Don't move!"

Miranda stopped quickly holding her hands over her head. Hotch and Rossi guns drawn moved toward the frightened woman. Her plan was to simply walk out the door and walk away from Chester Barker and his mad plans but somehow she knew it wouldn't be that easy; nothing ever was at least not for her. She stood silent as the older of the two men cuffed her and then handed her over to a uniformed officer who escorted her to a patrol car.

Roscoe was surprised to see the couple waiting outside the back door. Their guns were drawn and he was quickly grabbed and slammed to the ground. Will pinned the heavier man on the ground and jammed his knee into his neck.

"Will!" JJ yelled.

"Where's my son!" He growled.

Roscoe struggled against the man but to no avail. He was finding it hard to breathe.

"Will, please!"

Will eased up on the pressure and then cuffed him as another uniformed officer joined them. JJ turned and knelt next to the man pressing her gun to his temple.

"I believe my husband asked you a question." She said calmly.

"I don't know! I don't know! I Swear! They got away…they're still inside somewhere!"

JJ and Will stood as the officer took over pulling the cuffed man to his feet.

"My partner found another one in a van on the other side of the building. He's in custody. He says the boys are inside somewhere."

Nodding thanks to the officer, JJ and Will entered the warehouse.

Chester looked down on Morgan's still body. He'd won, he thought as the blood on his hands began to dry. The man who he held responsible for the death of his wife and three children now lay at his feet, drenched in his own blood, beaten and brutalized for his crimes against him. Still he wasn't satisfied and he knew the only way he would fill complete would be to see the blood of the young boys on his hands as well.

George, the other man in the room watched his boss, his mentor; he didn't understand why he was there but because Barker had hired him and paid well, he didn't ask any questions he simply did as he was told. The fact that he enjoyed kicking and punching the crap out of the stranger was a bonus. Now the unpleasant part of the job was next. He wasn't looking forward to killing children but again, he wasn't paid to ask questions or think for that matter so he awaited Chester's orders.

The noise out in the main part of the warehouse caught the two men's attention.

"FBI! Don't move!"

Barker's eyes looked like flames to the other as they both looked stunned toward the door. Hotch and Rossi with guns drawn moved into the room. Both agents saw Morgan on the floor but they knew they had to remain focused.

"Where are the boys?" Hotch shouted.

Barker and George both raised their hands above their heads. It took all the restraint he could muster not to slam his fist into Barker's face and knock his silly smirk into oblivion.

"Where are the boys?" He repeated.

"I'm not telling you, NOTHING!" He shouted.

In a distance, Rossi and Hotch could hear the others shouting, 'clear' as the search for the boys went on through the warehouse. Three uniformed officers swiftly entered the room and cuffed Barker and George while Rossi leaned down next to Morgan. Before confirming what they both suspected he looked at their team leader with dread in his eyes.

"Go! Go look for your son, I've got this."

Hesitating and feeling a twinge of guilt for not waiting to see if his friend were dead or alive, he bolted from the room calling desperately for his son. Then, the older agent gently placed two fingers against the side of his friend's neck. He closed his eyes and waited.

"Jack!"

Hotch caught up with JJ and Will as they searched for the boys. There were so many nooks and crannies, boxes, corners, storage containers; they could be anywhere.

"Henry!" JJ and Will shouted in unison.

Nothing. No movement, no noise except the paramedics rushing through the door. The parents had already frantically searched most of the room with no luck.

"Wait." Hotch began. "Jack thinks he's working a case."

"Jack, it's Daddy! I need you to stop working the case now! It's time for you and Henry to come home!"

Then a noise from the other side of the room in the furthest darkest corner caught their attention. A metal grate lay on the floor. Only moments ago it had served to cover a small air duct, just large enough for two small bodies to climb into. The three frantic parents ran towards the sound arriving just as two little boys, slightly dirty, tired and hungry climbed out of the square hole in the wall. JJ and Will scooped up their son hugging and kissing him while Hotch grabbed Jack in his arms and held him close while tears of joy ran down his face.

Rossi watched his teammates from the middle of the room. A relieved smile ran across his face. They'd come so close to losing the most important things in their lives because a grieving man had been driven to madness by his own loss. He wanted to join them and he needed to call Garcia to update her but the sight before him kept him still and he dreaded giving them the news about Morgan.

He sighed as the others noticed him standing there. JJ crying uncontrollably as she held her son in her arms, Will was crying too as he beckoned the man over. Hotch's smile; he didn't make a point of smiling often but now his face was beaming with joy, watched as his old friend joined them.

Hotch noticed something in Dave's eyes even though he tried unsuccessfully to hide it. JJ and Will saw it too and waited for Rossi to speak up but he simply smiled a sad smile, one that didn't seem to meet his eyes.

"Dave, what's wrong? How's Morgan?"