Hey guys, thanks again for all the reviews and views, they mean so much. I have finally broken up for summer! So this means I will be writing a lot more and hopefully updating more. The only thing is, I'm going in holiday on the 29th for two weeks. So I will hopefully end it where there is not to much of a cliffhanger. I don't really plan on ending this story any time soon, so please stay with me. I hope you enjoy:)

Chapter 35: blame

Henry's POV.

I sat back in the car. My throat was burning, by stomach felt like acid was inside it and my head was spinning. I barely registered Derek telling Stella to get me some water. I hadn't felt this bad in ages. The last time I was this sick was when I was eight. I had gotten food poisoning and was off school for two weeks.

"I'm going to call your mum. You're not alright." Morgan said concerned.

"Can't we just get to the BAU." I pleaded.

"Fine, but as soon as we get there, I'm calling your mum." Derek sighed.

"Okay. Thanks for picking me up." I said, trying to smile.

"It's fine. It's just as well I did." Morgan tried to joke.

"Why did you bring Stella? I swear she's only ever seen me when I'm a mess." I moaned.

"I knew she wanted to come. Besides, she doesn't care you're a mess. She does really like you Henry." Derek smiled reassuringly.

"Well, I like her a lot too." I said. "But I wish she'd get me that water."

"I'll go see where she's got to." Derek said. He got up from the car and looked across the road to the gas station. I followed his gaze. Stella was walking out the doors, with a bottle of water in her hand. She was about to cross the road when something distracted her. Slightly confused, she started walking towards some bushes. The events which followed, happened so quickly, Derek and I stood there helplessly. A black van came out of nowhere and a large man quickly came out. He stabbed something in Stella's neck, causing her to go limp. He then shoved her in the van and drove off. I stood there, my blood cold and my body frozen. I couldn't stop shaking. Stella had just been taken. I glance over to Derek and realize that he's not there. Next thing I know, he's half way down the road, chasing the van. He ran pretty fast, but the van drove off. He just stood there, in complete despair. I suddenly had the urge to throw up again. Next thing I knew, I was heavily retching. Derek ran over to me.

"Henry, I know you're not well, but we need to go to the BAU." Derek said urgently. I tried to stop gagging but it was hard. Morgan saw that I could take a while, so he rang ahead.

"Hotch, it's Stella, she's gone. They took her. They didn't have a plate. I'm so so sorry, tell Reid I'm sorry." Morgan cried.

"Get over here as soon as you can. All we can do is wait." Hotch replied, before he hung up.

"Henry we've got to go." Morgan said, his voice was full of panic. I sat up and slid back in the car. My head was spinning.

The whole journey was mainly in silence. I was so worried about Stella, I couldn't think straight. I kept imagining the look on Spencer's face when he found out. Sweat ran down my face. I couldn't live with myself if anything happened to Stella. She meant everything to me. I loved her.

Derek swiftly pulled up to the BAU and we ran inside. We raced through security and got in the elevator.

"Spencer's going to kill me. Morgan, I'm not going to be able to live with myself if anything happens to her." I said quietly. It was killing me that I couldn't do anything to help her. The elevator came to our floor and I felt sick again. As the doors opened, I was greeted to chaos. Hotch and Emily were trying to calm Spencer down. Mum and Rossi were desperately trying to find out what happened, from Garcia. However when Derek and I walked through the glass doors, everyone went silent. Well for about a second.

"YOU PROMISED TO KEEP HER SAFE. DON'T YOU DARE THINK YOU CAN EVER SEE HER AGAIN. THAT INCLUDES YOU HENRY! I HATE YOU." Spencer screamed at the both of us.

"Reid you need to calm down." Hotch ordered. "It's not going to get Stella back."

"Don't tell me what to do!" Spencer shouted. Never before had I seen him this angry.

"Reid, you know that all we can do is wait. At previous abduction sites, there was no evidence. So far there has been no fatalities. Stella is a clever girl. She'll be okay." Emily said calmly.

"You don't know that. Morgan, just tell me right now, what happened." Spencer hissed.

"We uh, we went to pick up Henry from school. He's really sick. Anyway, we were on the way back to the BAU, we had to pull over because Henry was sick. I asked Stella to get some water from the gas station, I swear Reid, it was just across the road. We saw her leave. Then, out of nowhere, this um van came. This man came out, he drugged her and pulled her into the van. I chased after it, but they were going to fast. They had no plate, I'm so sorry Reid, I tried." Morgan told everyone. I couldn't help but shake when he re-told it.

"Why did you let here go! You knew someone was after me! How could you? I didn't even want her to go!" Spencer shouted.

"We're sorry." I stammered.

"Don't even speak to me." Spencer shouted, storming off. I felt like bursting into tears. I looked up to Spencer and I couldn't bare thinking he hated me. I was also so worried about Stella. If I hadn't of asked to pull over, she wouldn't be missing. She was in the hands of an unsub because of me. What if she got injured again, or worse.

"Henry, Henry." Someone said, bringing me out of my thoughts. It was mum.

"This isn't your fault. Do you hear me? I think you need to lie down, you're looking pale." She said softly. The truth was, I was feeling sick again. Knowing what was coming, I ran to the men's room.

I quickly ran into a toilet and threw up heavily again. After a while I had nothing left in my stomach, but that didn't stop the retching. I felt a comforting hand smoothing circles in my back, just like Stella did. Eventually, the retching stopped. I felt exhausted. I got up, flushed the chain and turned around. I was more than surprised to see Spencer.

"Henry you're sick. Just go rest." He said, a little bit bitter.

"I'm not resting till Stella's back." I replied. I walked past him and washed myself up. I studied Spencer's face in the mirror. He looked broken. His eyes were full of anger and sadness.

"You're not going near her, when she comes back, i-if she comes back." Spencer spat. I took that as my cue to leave.

"I'm sorry Spence, but that's not going to happen. I love her." I said, before I walked out the bathroom completely.

I walked back into the bullpen. I was met by worried looks.

"You okay?" Rossi asked. I just shook my head. There was no point in lying.

"He didn't mean it Henry, he's upset." Mum tried to say.

"He's in the bathroom if you want him." I said quietly.

"I'll go get him." Hotch said. But there was no need. Spencer appeared from the hallway. Hotch was about say something, when the dreaded phone rang. Spencer darted across the room, and answered it.

"Stella." He shouted.

"This ones a tough case, I'm giving you two hours. The murder of Darren Harrow. Please help me." Stella said, she pleaded the last bit. It broke mine and Spencer's heart, to hear her pleading voice. Spencer lost his composure for about a minute, before he got to work finding his daughter. I, on the other hand, didn't quite do the same.

"I'm uh, going to get some rest." I murmured.

"Come on Henry, I'll take you to my office." Mum said softly. I followed her into her office. She had a sofa in her office, which I crashed out on a lot, when she was working late. I sat down on the sofa, feeling physically and emotionally drained.

"Henry, she'll be alright." Mum said gently.

"You don't know that." I croaked. I was really loosing it.

"Spencer won't rest until she is, trust me." Mum said, a lot more firmly.

"Its my fault." I replied, I could feel a golf ball forming in my throat.

"You can't help it, you're sick Henry." She said soothingly.

"But he hates me." That's when I lost it, my eyes started to sting.

"He doesn't."

"I love her mum. I love her." I said. I completely broke down. I was feeling ill, I was worrying about Stella, I felt guilty about Stella and I felt like Spencer hated my guts. I tried to turn away as tears streamed down my face.

"Henry look at me. It's going to be okay." Mum said softly. Pulling me into a hug.

"I love her, I love her." Was all I kept saying. Mum rocked me back and forth like a child. I just wished that Stella was alright.

Stella's POV.

I woke up, my head was fuzzy. All my injuries were throbbing, and the pain seemed to of intensified. I instantly looked around me to see where I was. My surroundings were familiar and I realized that I was on a bench, on the parade of shops near dads apartment. I looked down, and was confused to see I was wearing a puffer jacket. I peaked down it. My whole body froze, a bomb had been attached to me. It instantly clicked. I'd been taken by the unsub. The last thing I could remember was walking out the gas station. The unsub had obviously drugged me, just like previous cases. I also knew that the unsub would also make me call dad. I couldn't help but panic, I knew how much he'd be worrying. Suddenly a phone began to beep. It was coming from the jacket pocket. I opened it and looked at the text.

Hello Stella, I've been waiting for you. As you know, a bomb is strapped to you. It will blow up if you tell anyone, any information. Know that I'm watching you. You will ring your dearest father and tell him he has two hours, it's an easy case. It involves the murder of Darren Harrow. If your father gets it wrong, then I'm afraid it's the end for you.

Good luck, Moriarty.

My blood went cold. It sickened me to know, he was watching. Without thinking I picked up the phone and rang the BAU. The number was already saved on there. It rang once.

"Stella." Dad practically shouted. I wanted to just cry out my location, but I knew that I had to be strong.

"This ones a tough case, I'm giving you two hours. The murder of Darren Harrow. Please help me." I said trying to keep composed. I kept it short and to the point. It took nearly all my will power for me to hang up. I knew that if I lost it, then dad would too. My thoughts couldn't help but go to Henry. He seemed so ill when we picked him up. I had so many things to tell him. Like how, it wasn't his fault I hurt myself, or how much I really did love him. As I sat there on the bench, I felt more helpless than I've ever felt before. I watched people walk past, living their lives. I couldn't even call out for help without getting blown up.