Chapter 3

*Hotch*

I board the plane and there's a man with pitch black hair and piercing green eyes waiting for me. I'm guessing this is Justin.

"You must be agent Hotchner; I'm Justin I will be taking you to Emily today." He seemed nice but something about him told me he didn't buy this jet with money he earned legally. I wasn't going to complain though. Not when he was flying me to get my son.

The rest of the team filed on and just stood there waiting for Justin to talk.
"Emily told me about all of you. Penelope Garcia, computer extraordinaire. Jennifer Jareau, the face of the BAU. Dr. Spencer Reid, Dr. not agent. Derek Morgan, the team muscle, and David Rossi, one of the best. Everyone please sit down, we are in for a long flight and i want to get off the ground as soon as possible."

Everyone found a seat. Garcia sat as close to Morgan as she could manage, and laid her head down on his shoulder. JJ sat next to Reid, his arm around her shoulder holding her close. I'm going to have to talk to the four of them when this is over, and Rossi sat across from me. Justin walked to the back of the jet and came back with a large metal case.

"Now we are all going to need weapons." He opened the case pulling out 7 pistols.

"Oh no, I don't carry a gun" Garcia looked a little panicked.

"Yes but you know how to use one Pen. Derek taught you after the Battle case." JJ told her.

"You really should carry one." Justin told her. She just nodded her head and took one.

"Guys, we are headed into the heart of Ireland, Ian Doyle's territory. Ian's old ammo bunker, a place that only one person knows as well as he does. Emily."

*Emily*

I got out of the car 'and ran inside. As I entered the bunker I heard a familiar voice. "Hello Lauren"

"Ian, where's Jack?" I was in no mood for games. I wanted to get Jack and get out before the team had to get involved.

"He's safe." He smirked.

"Dammit Ian! You know how it feels to lose your son, why would you take someone else's?" I knew that was a low blow. I took Declan years ago after faking his death, and Ian still thinks he's dead.

"He's in the back room." He murmured.

"Really Ian? You tortured men in that back room!" I was far passed pissed. The pain meds they gave me at the hospital had worn off so I was in a considerable amount of pain and he put my Jack-Jack in his torture chamber.

"I haven't hurt him. Your time isn't up. He's scared but not hurt."

I just shook my head and ran off towards the room. I started thinking about the men that Ian tortured in there. 99% of them never made it out of that room alive. The few who did where killed before they left the bunker. When I got there I flung the door open and what I saw just made me hate Doyle more. Yes he was right, Jack was not physically hurt but he was emotionally. Jack sat curled into a tiny little ball holding on to that little teddy bear I gave him. He must have heard the door open because he clutched the bear closer and the bear spoke. "I love you Jack-Jack" I heard my own voice and jacks little body relaxed a small bit. I walked towards him slowly.

"Jack-Jack" I whispered. His head shot up. "Emmy!" he yelled and he all but climbed me. I wrapped my arms around him ignoring the protest coming from my stitches.

I gently bounced him and swayed back and forth "It's alright Jack-Jack. I promise it's okay." I whispered. He pulled back just enough to look at me but still keeping a tight grip too.

"Emmy, daddy said you were an angel, but I was right he was lying." He looked confused.

"Yea that's what I told him to tell you, I had to keep you and your daddy safe."

"So you lied?" he asked a little hurt. I hated that I hurt him in my misguided attempt to keep him safe.

"Yes I had to. I had to try to keep you safe, but look at me Jack-Jack, I promise to never lie to you like that ever again." He just looked at me, reading the truthfulness in my expression.

"I missed you Emmy." I held him tighter.

Jack has a very high metabolism. He normally eats five or six times a day to keep him gaining weight like he's supposed to. So I could tell when I ran my hand down his back that he hasn't been eating.
"I missed you too buddy. When was the last time you ate?" he just shrugged his shoulders "I haven't been hungry."

"Jack-Jack, it's not good to not eat." I gently chided. He just looked at me a few tears running down his face, "I wanted your special grilled cheese, but daddy doesn't make it like you do." He whispered.

I kissed his forehead and we talked for hours. He filled me in on everything that has happened in the last ten days.

*Hotch*

"Fils de salope! How much longer is this drive?" I felt like I'd been in that car forever. Everyone looked at me.

"What language was that?" Morgan asked.

"French" Reid answered

"For what?" Morgan asked confused.

This time JJ answered before Reid. "Son of a bitch"

Justin cut Morgan off before he could say anything.

"We're almost there agent Hotchner. The bunker is just around the bend." I was anxious and agitated. I think he could tell because he looked at me through the rearview mirror as we pulled in. "That's my car, that means Emily is in there with Jack. She won't let Doyle hurt him." He spoke to just me. We opened the door and we all pulled our guns out.

We looked up at the door when we heard it open. Jack was crying and running. "Jack!" I called. I grabbed him up trying to hold him tight but he wiggled free. "Daddy, you have to go save Emmy!" he said through the tears. "Don't worry buddy they'll save her." I told him but he just evaded my grasp again. "NO Daddy! YOU have to save her! Go daddy!" he shouted and gave me a push towards the bunker.

"I'll stay with him Hotch." Garcia told me. I just looked at her and nodded. Garcia picked him up an walked back to the car as I ran into the building.

TBC