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"Any news?" Hotch demanded sharply.

Morgan shook his head slowly. "I've called her eight times, Hotch." His closed his eyes and leaned back against the wall. "I keep waiting to wake up," he said. "I keeping waiting for the nightmare to be over. It's all too unreal…"

"I know," Hotch said. He sighed. "We'll keep waiting," he muttered. "I haven't gotten a call from him. After he…" he trailed off. "Well, he usually calls me."

Morgan just stared at the wall ahead despondently. "If he hurt her," he said suddenly, "If he so much as laid a finger on her, I'm going to kill him with my bare hands."

Hotch shuddered, turning away. Morgan was beginning to scare him.

But do you really feel any different? A tiny voice asked him. He pushed it away, and went into the conference room. Prentiss was sitting on the couch with Henry.

"So, Henry," Hotch said, "Have you been talking with Miss Prentiss here?"

Henry shuffled nervously in his seat, then nodded. "A lil bit."

Hotch smiled, then glanced at Prentiss. She shook her head, indicating that she hadn't been able to learn anything of importance.

"Alright, Henry," Hotch said, "I'm going to ask you a few more questions. Okay?"

Henry nodded.

"Do you remember what time Spencer came to your house last night? It was before Rossi and I picked you up."

Hotch had taken him home the night before; then driven both Henry and Jack to his mother's house, which was an hour away from where he lived; and well outside the roadblocks. Jack was still there; he had brought Henry to the BAU to interview him.

"Henry?" Hotch prompted.

The small boy was staring at the table, fidgeting in the too-big pair of overalls that had originally been Jack's. He had pronounced, dark circles under his eyes.

"I want my mommy," Henry whimpered.

"Henry," Hotch said softly, "Your mommy isn't here right now, but Emily and I are taking care of you. Remember?"

Henry nodded. They had decided against telling Henry about his parents' death until they had someone to take care of him; they had called in his grandparents from out of state.

"So," Hotch began, "Do you remember when Spencer came to your house? Close your eyes, Henry. Just try to think back, and remember."

Henry closed his eyes, his tiny hands fidgeting nervously. "Bedtime," he whispered, "It was past bedtime."

"What time is your bedtime, Henry?"

Henry sucked in his cheeks. "After Barney."

Hotch nodded. "So, seven o'clock?" Prentiss raised her eyebrows at him.

"Jack used to watch it," he muttered defensively.

Henry nodded. "Yeah. Seven clocks."

"Okay, good. So, what did Spencer do when he came in? Did he come in the back door?"

Henry shook his head.

"Where did he come in?"

"Front." Henry bit his lip. "Like my G-I Joe."

Hotch raised his eyebrows. "Huh?"

"Mommy let him in. He came in like G-I Joe." Henry put his hand in a fist and stuck his pointer finger out and his thumb up. A gun.

"I see," Hotch said, "What did he do then, Henry?"

Henry opened his eyes. He pointed his hand at Hotch's head.

"Bang," he said. Then he giggled. "Like…cops and robbers."

Hotch swallowed. "I…I see."

"Daddy was really surprised," Henry said.

"I bet he was, Henry," Hotch said, trying to keep his mind away from the actual scene and on the boy in front of him. "Then what happened?"

"Went to mommy," Henry said, swinging around to point the 'finger gun' at Prentiss. "Bang! Bangbangbangbangbang!" He giggled again.

"Alright, Henry," Hotch said eventually, since Prentiss appeared to have lost the ability to speak. "What happened after that?"

Henry closed his eyes again. "Spencer said it was time for bed," he said, looking pleased that the adults were so interested in his story. "We went into my room."

"Into your room?"

"Uh-huh."

"What happened after that?"

"I told him my mommy and daddy were supposed to tuck me in."

Hotch nodded slowly. "Alright," he said. "What did he say?"

"He said they had already gone to bed."

Hotch nodded. "Of course," he muttered. "What did he say after that?"

Henry bit his lip. "He was giving me…weird looks. And I sawed that he was nervous, too." Henry paused thoughtfully. "When I was bout to go to sleep, he asked me if I was happy."

Hotch raised his eyebrows. "If you were happy?"

Henry nodded. "I thought it was a silly question," he said, a small smile appearing on his .

"So what did you do then?" Hotch demanded.

Henry smiled. "I laughed."

"You laughed?"

Henry nodded. "Laughed," he repeated.

"What happened after that?"

"Well…Spencer said we could play hide n' seek. He said that I needed to stay hidden for as long as possibly. So I says, that I usually would hide in the closet. There's one near the kitchen that I play in lots of times."

"Okay," Hotch said. "So you went to the closet?"

"Yeah, I showed Spencer and said not to tell. He said I needed to stay quiet, and that…that Mr. Hotchner would find me and keep me safe."

"Did he say anything else?" Hotch asked.

Henry's forehead creased, as if he were trying very hard to remember. "He said…he said that you were like an angel. He said that you and him were both angels, just different kinds."

Hotch nodded slowly. "What happened after he said that?"

"He told me it was going to be a really fun game. Then he closed the door. I don't know where he was going." The boy paused thoughtfully. "Probably to wake up my mommy and daddy. He wanted them to play too, I think."

Hotch nodded. "Do you remember hearing anything else after that?"

Henry shook his head slowly. "No, don't remember nothing else, cause…cause… I fell asleep."

Hotch smiled. "Thank you, Henry," he said, "You've been very—"

"Hotch! Prentiss!" Hotch glanced over his shoulder, away from Henry. Rossi was staring at him from the doorway. "I think you need to come out here."

Hotch got to his feet. "Henry," Hotch said, "Can you wait here by yourself, quietly, for a few minutes? We need to have a grown-up talk."

Henry nodded. "Kay." Hotch reached into his pocket and pulled out one of Jack's toy dinosaurs; which he always kept in case of emergencies; and he and Prentiss exited the room.

"What is it?" Hotch asked.

Rossi glanced up at him. "They found her, Hotch," he muttered. "The body wasn't well hidden. Just off the interstate."

Hotch felt as if he were sinking even further into a dark, endless pit which he was already submerged in; the news failed to bring anything more than a sharp, numbing, pang; like someone kicking at a body that was too bruised to feel pain.

Prentiss turned away abruptly to face the wall; he could hear her gasping as she tried to compose herself, before she ultimately decided that it wasn't worth it and turned and walked quickly away from the two of them.

Hotch swallowed, forcing himself to speak. "Where's Morgan?" he asked.

Rossi shook his head slowly. "He took off the moment I told him. I don't know where he's gone." Rossi paused. "I just hope he doesn't do anything stupid," the older man muttered.

Hotch thought of Morgan's words from not ten minutes ago; If he so much as laid a finger on her, I'm going to kill him with my bare hands.

Hotch turned and started towards the staircase exiting the building. "I don't know what, yet," he said darkly, "But he's definitely going to do something stupid."

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