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Chapter 3

They scurried, screamed and bellowed. He had to cup his hands to his ears to force all the ear piercings sounds turn down a notch in volume. Why wouldn't they just stop? Just for a minute. Just so he could breathe. Big, burly men dressed in blue bombarded him with questions. What had he seen? What had he heard? Who or what was taken? He couldn't remember anything. All he could remember was…..

Henry leaped from the chair as the door flew open to the office where mommy, daddy and their friends were working in. JJ had come home with Will to find the littlest LaMontagne curled into a ball in the corner, sobbing into his sleeves. He kept whispering Spencer's name. But that's all he would say. He wouldn't tell JJ or Will what had happened to JJ's closest and youngest friend. While his wife coddled their son, Will checked around the house.

Their front door hadn't been tampered with yet the patio was left open spewing cold, autumn weather into the house. Someone had obviously raced back in or out of the house. The crime techs lifted fingerprints off the glass and Will prayed the guy would be in the system. There were obvious signs of a struggle in the living room and drag marks made on the carpet. A vase that was once on one of the coffee tables had broken leaving a small puddle of soaked carpet and slowing dying flowers. Most of the struggle had apparently taken place in Henry's room which made Will's gut lurch. He didn't want to know what his son had seen in that room while his Uncle tried to protect him, but he knew these profilers and knew that at least one of them would make his son relive the incident. But to save Spencer, not to torment the child even more. Will also realized another task he didn't want to do: to tell his wife that her best friend and godfather of their son was missing.

JJ had screamed and instinctively held on to her son even more. She couldn't believe it, she didn't want to believe it. Why Spence? He was so innocent and so full of life. She knew why UnSubs always went after him; his innocence was like candy for them. They wanted to steal, savor it and break it down until there was nothing. And like Garcia, who thankfully wasn't ever really IN the field, Spencer wore it like a T-shirt, plastered so everyone could see it. It just wasn't fair. Why couldn't they go after someone stronger like her?

JJ was immediately yanked from her thoughts when Will pulled their son away from her.

"We need to find out what happened and call your team," Will said. JJ had nodded and the two parents gave their son a blanket and the stuffed giraffe Garica had gotten him for his 2nd birthday. The two attempted to get their son to tell them exactly what had happened both as parents and as skilled interrogators. But nothing seemed to get through to their son. All Henry did was shove his face deeper into his blanket and huff out "Uncle Spencer".

Finally JJ gave up and called Hotch who agreed to meet her at the Bureau and promised her that someone would get through to her son. He also promised that they would find Reid.

It turned out that going to the Bureau had been a mistake. Any noise scared the toddler and whenever he saw a man he would tighten his death-like vice grip to his mommy's shoulder. The only words he seemed to remember how to speak where Spencer's name.

JJ walked up to her son and gingerly brushed his honey comb colored hair out of his face. She gave him her "I know you don't want to do this but you are going to have to" smile she usually gave him when he was getting ready to take a bath or eat green beans. He moved his hands away from his ears and matched blue eyes to blue eyes.

"Honey," she began, "I know you are very, very scared. But you need to go with Ms. Prentiss and tell her what you saw. Okay, sweetheart? I know it's going to be like seeing a bad nightmare over again but you know Aunt Emily won't let anything happen to you".

"Will….will…you come with me?" Henry asked his voice hoarse from finally speaking more than just two words. JJ turned to Prentiss who gave her a nod that meant she had no qualms with it and the mother and son followed the agent into the big round conference room.

Henry hadn't been in this room very often. His mommy told him it was a room where bad things are shown and he had no business being in there. He was surprised they were doing his interview in here. He plopped into one of the super tall spinny chairs while his mom followed suit. Aunt Emily crouched down to Henry's level and JJ grabbed her frighten son's hand.

"Okay, Henry. I am going to need you to close your eyes," Prentiss asked. The toddler obeyed. "Now I want you to try to remember exactly what you were doing before the bad man came in and took your Uncle away".
"We were having an ice cream food fight," Henry answered, giggling. The two women smiled with an odd picture of the boy genius covered in ice cream. "Then he cleaned it up and I went to put on my jammies". Henry than rattled off the story being read to him all the way up until he saw the intruder at the foot of his small bed.

***Flashback****

Henry startled awake when he felt something rubbery hit his mouth. His eyes locked onto a hand that was attached to a masked thing. It was standing over his bed with its finger to its mouth. Henry squirmed trying to get the thing to remove its hand but its vice-like grip clung to the toddler's mouth.

"Stop, moving you little bastard," the thing in black hissed. Henry instantly obeyed, fearful of the harsh tone.

"Now listen up you little brat. When I let my hand off your mouth, you better scream for that uncle of yours. If you don't, I'll hurt mommy. Got it?" The terrified child let out a whimper but nodded his head. He didn't want the intruder to hurt mommy but he also didn't want his uncle coming into the room. He didn't know what this boogeyman was going to do to him. But he knew that Uncle Spencer fought monsters with mommy. He would protect him and the monster would go away. So when the intruder released his mouth, Henry screamed.

***End flashback***

Henry went on to explain what happened after Uncle Spencer entered the room. At the sound of him being violently shaken, JJ squeezed her son's hand hoping that it would calm him down.

"Okay, Henry you're doing great. What happened next?" Emily asked gently.

"After he hit Uncle Spencer, he ducked taped his arms, and feet and then he bindfolded him. Than he called him…he called him….a pri..prince" he replied, struggling to fight the onslaught of tears that were threatening to be released. He lost his battle when a crunching sound danced into the room followed by a "Sonofabitch!" Emily smiled at the child and told him again that he was very brave and that he had been very helpful. As she stepped out her heart began to break because she swore, even threw his muffled crying, that he was begging Reid to forgive him.

"What's going on?" Emily asked, all but actually yelling at anyone. Rossi, Hotch and Morgan had been standing just outside the conference room to monitor the interrogation and see if anything Henry said would give any clues.

"Consultation," came a soft whisper from Morgan. Emily let her eyes travel to his hand that was still being cradled by the unwilling wall. She blinked, trying to comprehend the idea that she really did see tears in Morgan's eyes.

"What?" she finally asked.

"A damn consultation I was working on. An UnSub was kidnapping young men between the ages of 25-33 in one of the no name towns not far from here. I profiled victimology to be white males between that age, all skinny with hazel colored eyes and brown, shaggy hair. I remembered thinking how close they resembled Reid. It freaked me out but I didn't say anything considering the UnSub was upstate. Damn it!" Morgan replied hitting the unfortunate wall a second time. There was a long, awkward pause before Hotchner finally spoke up.

"Prentiss, tell JJ to take Henry home. Morgan call the liaison of the consultation case and have him send over all the files he has on that case".

"But we didn't get invited into the case".

"If this is the same guy than he has already crossed state lines. This is now a federal case," Hotch replied, "And Morgan. We need your profile."

I know, I know. Not super actiony. I hope you guys liked it though. Love you guys! Tiny Henry's for all of you!