Guess what time it is? It's time again for the next segment of 'Shadpup's Suspenseful Shenaniganisms!' So sit back (remember my earlier disclaimer), say the title three times fast (I am also not liable for tongues getting tied up into knots) and enjoy. Let's get cracking.

"YOUR SON FOR MY SON."

JJ stared at the note in shock. "Doyle?"

"Doyle." Hotch agreed, grim faced.

She let out a small moan. "Emily was right."

"She was. We need to get everyone back here now."

Without saying a word, JJ whipped out her phone and sent out a short text to the rest of the team.

Within minutes Morgan, Rossi and Reid came running up with puzzled looks on each of their faces.

"What's up?' Morgan asked once they were gathered in a circle.

Wordlessly, Hotch handed him the note. Rossi and Reid leaned in closer and together the three men read it.

Reid was the first one to look up, his eyes wide and full of worry. "Doyle?" he asked tentatively.

"Yes," JJ answered him.

"Damn it!" Morgan swore and looked around for something to punch. Finding nothing he settled for slamming his fist into the palm of his other hand.

Rossi took it all in before asking calmly, "Why now? Why not five months ago?"

Hotch frowned as he pondered the question. "Apparently he hasn't had any luck in finding Declan and now in desperation he is going to try to get us to do the dirty work for him."

Shaking his head Reid said, "But we don't know where he is. Emily never told us before she…" he faltered.

"Died," Hotch finished for the young agent. "Doyle is under the false impression that we do."

"Can't we just tell him that?" Reid asked hopefully.

Rossi gave him a rueful smile while Morgan looked on, silently fuming. "I don't think he will believe us. He'll want proof."

"So what do we do?" Morgan asked.

"We need to regroup back at the BAU," Hotch said decisively. "We need to starting building another profile on Doyle as a kidnapper and shift through everything Morgan has found on him so far."

Morgan shook his head. "It's not much. What little I did find led absolutely no where."

"Maybe a fresh set of eyes will catch something you missed," JJ suggested.

"Possible," Morgan said with a shrug.

Rossi held up a finger. "What are we going to do about this? We can't walk up to the zoo director and say 'Oops. Sorry, wrong kid. Got to run now'."

The team stood there watching the zoo employees swarm all over the property.

"Rossi is right," JJ agreed. "We can't let all these people continue to waste their time searching for Jack when we know he isn't here. We have to tell them something."

Reid stared off into space, nibbling on the knuckle of his thumb. "We could," he started to say then paused when four sets of eyes turned to him. He swallowed and started again.

"We could say that we have just been informed that Jack's aunt had picked him up and hadn't realized that he hadn't told his teacher."

JJ looked at him skeptically. "Spence, there's a little hole in your idea. How would Jessica know to come and get him?"

"He could have called her." Reid gave her a 'well' look.

Playing the devil's advocate, she said, "He is too young to have a cell phone."

"Doesn't need one," he said brightly. "I noticed the zoo still has some pay phones. One is right there." Reid pointed to phone by the gift shop.

Morgan looked thoughtfully. "Jack wasn't feeling good so he calls his aunt to come and get him. He doesn't call you because he doesn't want to bother you at work. Jessica picks him up and takes him to the doctor not knowing that Jack forgot to tell his teacher. When they get home, she see that Amber Alert and immediately calls you." He looked at Hotch. "It could work."

Rossi gave the young genius a slap on the back. "Way to go, Dr. Reid."

Reid couldn't help but give him a sheepish smile.

"We have one problem solved," Rossi observed. "What about our other little problem?" he raised a curious eyebrow at the team.

"Doyle?" Morgan asked.

"Strauss."

JJ couldn't help but roll her eyes. "I forgot all about her. I don't have a clue if she knows that Jack is missing."

Hotch looked at each team member carefully. "We have to keep it that way. If she knows, we tell her the same story that we told the zoo director. If not, then she must remain in the dark."

"Are you sure that is wise, Hotch?" Rossi asked.

"Positive. Jack's kidnapping must remain solely with us. If Strauss get involved she would form another task force and take us off the case."

"And look how well the last one worked," Rossi said sarcastically.

"Doyle got away," Morgan growled.

"Emily died," Reid said in a small voice. The rest of the team nodded in agreement.

"We can't let Strauss take over," JJ vowed.

"Does everyone agree? Once we start, there is no going back," Hotch pointed out.

JJ, Rossi, Morgan and Reid looked among themselves before answering, silently communicating with each other. One final glance, they all turned to Hotch and said "Agreed."

Emily paced. After talking with JJ she felt somewhat mollified but not enough to prevent her from circling her apartment over and over. Absently chewing on a thumbnail, Emily mulled over their conversation in her mind, searching for any hidden meanings. She attempted to look at Jack's disappearance from different angles, hoping for a glimmer of insight to why he had wandered off but nothing came to light except disappointment.

The more she thought about it, the more agitated she grew and her pace quicken. Something was not right. Something was off that she couldn't put her finger on. Emily felt that she had all the pieces of the puzzle but she couldn't figure out how to put them together. Yet.

"What is wrong with this picture?" she said to herself, thinking that answer might come quicker if she talked it out loud. It was her own version of the BAU's conference room but instead of seven minds hashing it out, it was just hers and it was woefully out of practice.

"What am I not seeing?" She paused to gaze at the small collection of crayon drawings taped to one wall that JJ had given her while she was in the hospital. They had given her great comfort during the long hours and days when she was alone. When it had come time to relocate to Paris, Emily had left them behind since they would be painful reminders of her old life only to find them folded carefully in the envelope JJ had given her that night.

Henry's were a wild splash of colors scribbled over the entire sheets of paper. One, she could have sworn, had every possible color from a large crayon box. Emily had spent hours trying to picture what Henry was seeing when he drew them.

Jack's, on the other hand, were carefully drawn. You could tell he had spent a lot of time on getting the details and colors correct. She had one of a pitch black Sergio with brilliant blue eyes playing with a bright ball of yellow yarn and another of what looked like a sunburned raccoon sunning itself on a slate gray stone with patches of snow on the ground.

"That's it," she said, reaching out to touch the Sergio drawing. "Jack's carefulness."

Emily recalled several times when Jack was around that when something had caught his interest, he would watch it intently but he never went over to investigate.

"That means," she said aloud, "he never would have wandered from the group. If he isn't lost then he had to have been taken."

With that admission, Emily resumed her frantic pacing.

"If he was taken, was it a random grab? If it was, the predator was rather gutsy to grab a child in broad daylight and in the middle of a crowded zoo. He would have had to lure Jack away from the group but Jack wouldn't have gone along." Emily sighed. "So that leaves out random kidnapping. What's left?"

"A deliberate one," she concluded. "Someone with a grudge against Hotch or…" Emily paused as the pieces of the puzzle fell into place.

"Me," she uttered, stumbling to a halt. Emily closed her eyes. "Doyle." She shook her head in frustration. "But why Jack?"

Declan, her mind shouted at her. Doyle wants to trade Jack for his son. "But Hotch doesn't know where I hid him."

Thinking furiously, Emily continued to pace. What if Hotch knew, would he trade one boy for the other? The F.B.I. agent wouldn't but what about the father? How far would a father go to protect his son?

"JJ, ride with me," Hotch asked as they were leaving the zoo after talking to the director.

The zoo director had been very understanding when Hotch told him the 'story' and apologized for wasting their time.

"Don't think anything about it, Agent Hotchner," the man had said with a causal shrug. "We'll use today as this month's training exercise. No harm done. I'm just happy your son is safe and sound. That is the most important thing."

"It is," Hotch had agreed.

The two men had then shook hands and the director gave Hotch two complimentary passes for when Jack was feeling better. Mrs. Moore took the news by crying, only this time they were tears of joy. Hotch apologized again for his earlier behavior which she also shrugged off, stating that she was simply relieved and was looking forward to seeing Jack when he came back to camp.

"Uh…sure," JJ said and climbed into the SUV.

They drove for several minutes in complete silence both with their eyes glued to the road ahead. Finally Hotch spoke, "I need you to call Emily back and tell her we found Jack."

JJ turned to look at him in surprise. "You want me to lie to Emily?"

Hotch quickly glanced at her. "We have no choice. We have to get her mind off of Jack and back onto her own safety."

"By lying? Hotch, I told you I'm tired of lying to my family and that includes Emily."

"I know you did," Hotch said with sympathy. "But we both know Emily. The longer she doesn't hear from you, the more obsess she will become. She will be like a dog with a bone. She's going to continue to gnaw at it until she finally puts two and two together."

"And comes up with Doyle," JJ said with a sigh and pinched the bridge of her nose with two fingers. "She'll blame herself and then try to fix it."

"Exactly. We can't afford to have Emily mixed up in this. I can't worry about her and Jack's safety at the same time."

"I don't like it but I'll do it on one condition," JJ said.

Hotch arched an eyebrow. "What?"

JJ gave him a weak smile. "You do all the worrying about Jack and leave the worrying about Emily to me."

"Agreed," he said nodding.

JJ sat back in the passenger seat and pulled out her phone. She quickly scrolled through her received calls until she found Emily's number. She hit the call button and put the phone to her ear.

After several seconds had passed, she pulled down the phone to frown at the screen. This time she punched in the numbers slowly and redialed Emily's phone. This continued for several minutes while Hotch tossed questioning glances her way.

"Hotch, I'm getting nothing," JJ confessed.

"What do you mean 'nothing'?"

"Nothing," JJ said. "No ring tone, no voice mail, no messages. Nothing." JJ took a deep breath. "I think Emily dumped her phone."

"Damn," Hotch swore, glaring through the windshield while his hands gripped the steering wheel tighter until his knuckles turned white.

"She's in the wind."

And do you know what that means? Do ya? You do? Good cause I haven't a clue. Stay tuned for next weeks exciting segment: Strauss, the danish and a trip to the potty.