And another one down. It'll be nice to finish all this so I can get back to writing! Quote is from an actual episode but it seemed to fit.

"Fairy tales do not tell children that dragons exist. Children already know that dragons exist. Fairy tales tell children that the dragons can be beat."

Friday:

Prots sighed as he put the pot of coffee back onto its stand, taking a long drink from the cup he held in his hands. Normally the liquid would calm his nerves but today he was on edge, and for a good reason. He cast another glance towards the living room, chuckling as he head defiant screams. The child would calm down in time, once he accepted things. The boy was young enough to forget all about his past life, in due time. After pouring the remainder of the coffee down the drain Prots made his way into the living room, where the boy sat in the middle of the floor, frowning.

Prots walked around the child, examining him like a priceless award. His eyes took in every strand of blond hair, every freckle and bump. Blue eyes bore into his and he could feel the annoyance seeping from the child. He wasn't sure what had triggered the emotional connection he felt with the boy, but after the meeting he had found himself constantly thinking about the child. It was like a child connecting with a dog- he knew he must have the boy. So he had plotted, and waited, then struck whenever the time was right. Now he had the child all to himself.

"Now then," Prots crouched down with a smile. "It is time for nap big guy. Let daddy carry you upstairs."

"You're not my dad," he said defiantly, crossing his arms.

"But I am now," Prots said gently, trying to touch his face. The boy yanked away, swinging at the man's arm.

"Nah ah, none of that now," He scolded the child. "Or I'll have to punish you."

"I don't like you," he pouted. "My mommy's gonna kick your butt. Then I'm gonna get to go home."

"Your mommy is already here dear," He cast a glance at the sleeping woman on the couch. "We are a happy family."

The boy stuck his tongue out at Prots as he started to cry, tears leaking down his face. "I hate you."

"That is enough," Prots snapped, yanking him up by the arm. "We are going upstairs, NOW!"

"I wanna go home!" The boy cried harder, fighting Prot's hold.

"This is your home now. You are home, Henry."

One Day earlier:

JJ sighed, tapping her pen against her desk restlessly. The rest of the team had been given the day off, but she was having to help a new media liaison with her training. It was odd, doing that kind of work again after being in the field. Something she had once enjoyed now seemed boring and it was killing her to be sitting at a desk all day, trying to explain things to another person.

The trainees name was Kaylee and she had been eager to learn. She turned out to be pretty quick and witty and seemed to handle the basics pretty well. Her mock press conference had done fantastic and her only flaw was that she liked to gossip. The last half hour JJ had been listening to her story about her friend and the cleaning man for her boyfriends house. JJ had tuned her out for the most part, her thoughts on leaving so she could pick up Spencer from the day care at Jack's School. Spencer had a doctors appointment so Henry had had to spend the day at Day Care, although JJ hated the idea.

Her phone went off and she sighed, picking it up. "Hello?" JJ asked, spinning around in the office chair.

"Hey, how are you holding up?" Emily asked, sounding bored.

"I'm about to pull my hair out, other than that, fine," She chuckled.

"Same here. Hotch took Jack to the gym. We are in the middle of switching cables companies; the only channels I get are Spanish soap operas."

"Ooo, ouch," JJ laughed. "Sucks."

"Yeah. But hey, that's not why I called."

"What's up?" She absently scribbled on a piece of paper, doodling.

"PG wants to go out tonight. You game?"

"Sure. Spencer was taking Henry to the movies tonight anyway. They are showing a special edition of Cars."

"Perfect," she grinned. "We'll meet at her house around eight?"

"Sounds good to me," She yawned. "Save me?"

"Save me?" She retorted. "Apparently Alfonzo just broke Cecilla's heart," she groaned.

"Right. Well, good luck with your Spanish soap operas," She laughed before hanging up, leaning back in her chair. "I am going to go insane."
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"Come on," JJ sighed as she waited in the huge line outside of the school. She was running a little late, due to a run in with Strauss, who had nearly talked her ear off, asking question after question about Kaylee. By time she had got out the door it she has ten minutes late, then traffic had been horrible. Yet there were still people lined up outside, waiting to pick up kids.

Someone honked at her and flashed her the finger when she didn't move up quick enough for them. She took a deep breath, ignoring the man, not in the mood for conflict. The line continued to creep forward and after another ten minutes she finally reached the group of day care children that stood on the sidewalk. Her eyes scanned the little boys and girls, but she wasn't able to find Henry in the crowd. Worry began to gnaw at her stomach as the teacher approached.

"Last name?"

"Jareau."

"Henry Jareau?"

"Yes ma'am."

"He has already been picked up," The woman frowned.

"What?" JJ demanded.

"About ten minutes ago," She shrugged. JJ frowned as she pulled the car over into the parking lot, pulling her cell phone out and punching in Spencer's number, panic seeping over her brain. Something didn't feel right.

"Spence?" She asked as soon as he answered.

"Yeah? What's wrong?" Spencer asked, hearing the panic in her voice.

"Did you pick Henry up?"

"No… was I supposed to?"

"No, but he isn't here! His teacher said someone else picked him up!" Her voice took on a higher pitch, her heart race increasing.

"Who?" Spencer demanded.

"I don't know Spence! But Henry is gone!"

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"Who did he leave with and why would you let him leave?" JJ demanded as she crossed her arms, standing in front of the teacher, who looked mortified. The rest of the team was on their way to the school and JJ was doing her best to keep calm and fight the panic that coursed through her veins. Losing control of her emotions and the situation wouldn't help Henry.

"Ma'am, the man had an FBI badge and an SUV that looked exactly like yours. He told me you were running late and that he was a collegue of yours. He even had a note with your signature on it," The teacher swallowed. "I gave Henry his bag and he followed the man. Are you telling me no one else is authorized to pick him up?"

"No, they aren't. I didn't ask anyone to pick him up," JJ raked a hand through her hair.

"JJ," Emily called, running over. Hotch was on her heels, Jack on his back.

"What the hell is going on?" Hotch demanded.

"Henry isn't here! She said he got in a SUV with a man who had an FBI badge. Said he was picking Henry up for me."

"Did he give you a name?" Morgan demanded, coming up behind them.

"No, but Henry seemed to know him. He mentioned something that really caught your sons attention, then they left together."

"And you let him go? Just like that?!" JJ frowned.

"He had a note...I didn't know."

"Ok, JJ, calm down," Emily laid a hand on her shoulder. JJ was looking sick, pacing in circles.

"We'll find him," Spencer frowned, wrapping her in a hug. She just laid her head against his chest, wondering where her baby boy could be.

"Garcia, run the security footage on those cameras. We are going to treat this like any other case. JJ, I need you to talk to Emily. Try to think of anyone Henry has come in contact with the last few months. Whoever took him knew who he was and Henry knew him. Somehow our unsub knew where to pick him up at and where he was. Reid, I need you with Garcia. If we can get a visual, I need you to see if you recognize him. See if you can pull any audio off the tapes. Henry has been missing half an hour. The clock is ticking."

. . . . . .

"JJ, come on. Focus." Emily gave her friends hand a squeeze.

"I know," She sighed. "Um, we went to the store together yesterday… our cashier was named Lainey. Tall, blond, skinny. She usually checks us out. We went to the library on Tuesday to check him out a book. The Librarian helped us, like always. His name is Coty Jones. Then we took Hank to the vet on Monday. The vets name was Trots, or something like that. Other than that we haven't been anywhere specific."

"Anywhere else public?"

"No. Between work and everything there hasn't been time. We haven't been to the park or movies, no one has come by."

"I'll have Garcia run a background on these names and see if anything comes up."

"Emily…What if we don't find him?" JJ bit her lip.

"JJ, We are going to find him," Emily pulled her into a hug. "We are going to find him," She repeated, trying to assure herself.

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"No plates," Garcia frowned as she checked a different angle of the cameras. "But that looks a lot like the SUV's we use. How would he know that?" She frowned.

"I don't know. Maybe we know him. Ok, switch to the side view, see if we can get a face."

"I've got a partial," She paused the clip, freezing the image before dragging it onto a separate software. "Now let's see what we get from the other camera… here is a better view, but his cap is pulled low. Recognize him?"

"No, JJ might though. Hey Em, got anything?" Spencer looked up as Emily entered the room, a piece of paper in hand.

"Three names. JJ is pretty shaken up."

"Right," He got up. "Can you spare me for a few minutes?"

"Yeah," Garcia frowned. "Names?" She asked once Spencer had left to comfort JJ.

"Um, a librarian, Coty Jones. A cashier at Walmart, Lainey. And Hanks vet. But she wasn't sure on the name, she thought it might be trots."

"Ok…Let me see." She typed in silence a few minutes before sighing. "The two women have a criminal record with sealed files. It'll take me a minute to get into those. There is a vet in the area named Daniel Prots," Garcia offered.

"Sounds right."

"So far no red flags on him, we'll see what we find."

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JJ paced the room depsite Spencer's please, her mind reeling. Who would take Henry? Why would anyone want to hurt him? Maybe a former unsub had returned to seek revenge. Her thoughts continued to run wild as Hotch entered the room, Morgan and Emily on his heels. Rossi was still trying to get a partial on the plate with Garcia.

"Do you have anything?" JJ sounded desperate.

"Maybe. Lainey had an alibi- she was at work all day. She had been charged with assault before, but it was more of a domestic dispute. Your librarian on the other hand is a bit creepy. He was charged with sexual harassment of his neighbor, attempted kidnapping of the same neighbor and domestic violence. The charges were dropped when he witnessed a murder- they cut him a deal since he testified. Then there is your vet. He is squeaky clean and kind of pathetic," Hotch frowned.

"His wife died five years ago after childbirth. The baby was underdeveloped and died after two days on life support. After that Prots kind of shut down. Other than going to work and the store he has lived a reclusive life since there. People at the clinic do not know him that well and he keeps to himself. His patients say he isn't very friendly."

"He was friendly when we went," JJ frowned. "He seemed normal. He talked to Henry and everything."

"Maybe he is our guy. I'll have Garcia run an address," Morgan jogged towards the door.

. . . . .

"Daniel Prots, FBI! Open up!" Emily shouted, standing next to the door. Hotch nodded to Morgan and he kicked the door in, the team filing into the house. They split up, taking different rooms, guns drawn.

"Clear," Hotch finally called, putting his gun back in the holster after everyone had completed their search.

"Well, he was definatly here," Morgan held up a bag of garbage. "This was left by the door. He left in a hurry."

"Phones were ripped from the jacks," Spencer frowned.

"Laptops here, shoved behind the desk," Emily grunted as she pulled on it. JJ went to help her, trying to keep worry and fear from eating at her. She had to stay strong for Henry.

"Got it," JJ leaned over, snatching it and passing it to Emily.

"Hand it here," Garcia entered the room, looking as panicked as JJ. "No one messes with my God Son and gets away with it," she frowned, opening the laptop.

JJ sighed, sitting down on the couch, watching her work. Spencer stood behind her, lying a hand on her shoulder. She looked up, putting her hand on top of his with a small smile.

"Anything?" Morgan asked.

"Scum bag deleted his history. But fret no. Handsome, hand me my laptop."

"Which handsome?" Morgan chuckled.

"Boy wonder handsome."

"Ah," Spencer grabbed it, handing it to her. She connected it to the other laptop and began typing and soon she pulled up several web pages about JJ, where she worked, and her person life.

"Woah," Emily frowned.

"Not cool," Garcia grumbled.

"Anything saying where he might be?"

"No."

"Rossi, get some search dogs out here," Hotch commented, thumbing through various journals and notes. "Garcia, keep working on the computer. There has to be something there. Hack into his emails, his social networks, anything. We have to find Henry. Morgan, Emily, help me finish searching. There might be something here. We are looking for something that might tell us where he is or where he is going."

"I'll get his picture out to the media," JJ said quietly.

"Are you sure? I can have someone else do it."

"Sitting around doing nothing is not going to help me find my baby , Hotch." She frowned, walking from the room. Hotch sighed, raking a hand through his hair. They had five hours left, then what would be left of Henry?

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One hour left:

"You can glare at me all day, but you aren't going anywhere," Prots commented, looking up from his magazine. Henry was sitting on the racecar bed in the corner, glaring at Prots. Instead of taking a nap or staying in bed he had been staring down the man for hours. He was a bad guy, Henry knew that much, and he wasn't going to let him win. Prots got up, walking to where the boy sat.

"Leave me alone," Henry's frown deepened.

"Poor little Henry. Mommy will be upstairs soon with your soup."

"No one else is here!"

"Yes they are. Mommy is just asleep," Prots reached out to stroke the boys face. "Everything will be ok, Jason."

"I'm not Jason," Henry whimpered.

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JJ sat slumped over the arm of the couch, her hair falling over her face. She had finally fell asleep out of pure exhaustion; she hadn't slept good the night before Henry went missing and she had refused to sleep at all since then. Spencer sighed, lying a blanket over her before turning back to Garcia.

So far, they had bitter sweet feelings about the things they find on the computer. There was no child pornography on it or pictures of children. So they were pretty sure Henry was safe in that matter. But there was also nothing telling where Prots might have gone or where he might be heading.

"What's bugging me is the lack of a sexual component or purpose for him taking Henry. Why would he just decided to abduct a child one day?" Hotch crossed his arms, keeping his voice down.

"That's what I was thinking," Morgan frowned.

"I might have something," Emily entered the room. "I've been thinking...maybe Prots is experiencing a psychotic break? What if he is trying to replace the family he lose? Even though he was only alive for two days, his son had blond hair and blue eyes. What if he is trying to rebuild his world?"

"Garcia, do you have a death certificate on the son?"

"Yes...a Jason Prots. He was buried at the mother's family farm about an hour away. The place has long since been abandoned since it burned down. The only think left standing was a small ranch house. I can't pull any satelite pictures because it is a private property."

"It is worth a shot. Send the address over," Hotch grabbed his keys as they woke JJ up and headed for the SUV's. This was one of their last chances- either they were going to find Henry or Prots would be a whole twenty four hours ahead of them and Hotch had seen too many cases like that go cold. JJ grabbed her jacket before following Spencer, a new found hope in her chest. She wasn't giving up on her son.

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"Emily and I have the backdoor," Morgan whispered as they split off from the group, heading around back. They pulled their guns, flipping on the light beams as they made their way through the overgrown yard. At the back of the house they find a run down porch, the boards mostly rotted. Morgan took the steps as quietly as possible before trying the back door. "It's unlock," He whispered to Emily.

"We're in," She mumbled into her mic before following Morgan into the dark out. A pot of coffee was on the stand in the corner, two plastic plates in the trash can, one still full. A cellphone was on the counter, the battery beside it, as well as Henry's backpack. "He is here," She confirmed, training her gun on a door to the right. She pushed it open, clearing the room.

Soon the team met in the living room as silently as possible before taking the stairs. They cleared the other rooms then finally came to another shut door. Morgan pushed it open and JJ's blood ran cold. Prots stood behind Henry, his arm wrapped around the boys neck, a gun to his head. Henry's eyes widened and he tried to struggle, but he couldn't get loose.

"Drop the gun!" Hotch barked as seven other guns trained on Prots.

"Leave or I'll shoot him!" Prots screamed. "I won't let you take Jason! Not again!"

"Jason is dead, Prots! That isn't your son."

"Yes it is," He screamed. "You can't take him!"

"Prots, put the gun down," Morgan took a step towards him.

"NO! I'll kill us both before I let you take him!"

"Mommy," Henry caught her gaze. JJ blinked away the tears that formed in her eyes, trying not to lose it. Her son stood within a couple of feet of her, a gun pressed to her head. How had she managed to let this happen? How could she fail him like that. The tears started to leak and Henry frowned. "Don't cry mommy."

"I love you Henry."

"I love you too." Henry suddenly frowned again, a look of sheer determination appearing on his face. In one quick moved he drove his elbow into Prot's crotch before scrambling out of the mans arm, running for his mother. Prots staggered back in pain before training the gun on the boy and his mother.

"YOU CAN'T HAVE JASON!" He screamed, pulling the trigger.

Spencer dove at the two, knocking them aside as several shots filled the air. Prots dropped to the floor, dead, as the other agents raced to Spencer's side. He laid on his bed, two holes in his shirt, right below his ribcage. He had saved JJ and Henry, but he had given his life in the process. JJ started to cry, burying her face in Henry's hair. Henry was crying as well, closing his eyes and pressing his face into JJ's stomach. How could things end this way?

Next chapter is in the works. Review please. Things are not as they seem…