Author's Note: I can't quite put my finger on why, but I'm not hugely fond of this chapter. I guess because I'm so excited about the next chapter lol. But, it was annoyingly necessary so that you guys know what's going on. ;)

Chapter Four; The Results Are In

A forensics team had arrived at the house within 15 minutes, and within a further hour, the whole team were back at the BAU anxiously awaiting the results. Considering that they'd found nothing from their first sweep of the house – even the ribbon from the window latch was print free - all of their hopes were placed solely on this sudden revelation.

So far they had found that the tyre swing was covered with fingerprints; mostly JJ's and Henry's, some belonged to other members of the team, and then one other partial fingerprint that was currently being run through the system. It was a long shot given the abundance of people that had likely come into contact with that tyre long before it was used for other means, and JJ knew it, but she had to hold onto the hope that it would lead them directly to her son.

"Here ya go, gumdrop." Garcia placed an FBI coffee mug on the table for JJ, hoping that the blonde woman would stop pacing for a second to take a drink. She looked like she hadn't slept in weeks, and whilst coffee wasn't going to fix that, she still needed something in her system - Garcia was fully aware before she even asked that the young agent wouldn't eat anything. Perching herself on a chair, the redhead spoke again as she waited for JJ to slow her nervous pace. "Sweetie, I know you've not seen him properly in years.. but did they rule out Will?"

Finally stopping and taking a seat opposite Garcia, the blonde spoke. "He's not been in the country for the past three weeks. Visiting someone in England. I didn't ask for details.."

"Good. I mean, good that it isn't him." The redhead never enjoyed any conversation with JJ where Will was involved - partly because she couldn't forgive him for abandoning the mother of his child and his child, but mostly because she knew what it did to the blonde to even hear his name.

A thick tension fell upon the room, and Garcia was surprised to hear JJ speak again. "I think a part of me would feel better if there was a possibility that it was him, ya know.." Some form of guilt washed through JJ as she contemplated her rationale for such a backward statement. "If it was him.. I think I'd feel a little better about Henry's safety. And.."

"I know sweetie. There's a possibility that it would also mean he had changed his mind about wanting to be a part of Henry's life." Garcia spoke understandingly. It really was a little backwards, but she got it.

JJ simply nodded in response as she cradled her coffee mug in her hands, her eyes widening suddenly as she realised fully what she'd said. "Does that make me a horrible person?"

"No sugarplum, not at all. It's natural for you to want to find some semblance of comfort in this situation, and it's also natural for you to want Henry to have his dad in his life." As much as Garcia disliked Will, she had to admit that every child deserved the chance to grow up with two parents. As she thought this though, the fire that she'd seen in Emily's eyes the night previous came to mind. "Perhaps now isn't the time but-"

"Um.. The results are back." Emily announced her presence when she felt that she was beginning to hear too much. She understood that JJ would want Henry to have his father in his life - a big part of her wanted that for him too - but she wasn't sure if JJ wanted Will to be around for Henry, or for both of them. It was forever at the back of her mind that their break-up hadn't been JJ's choosing, and more often than not she did find herself wondering what would happen if Will came back tomorrow. But true to form, the brunette put things immediately into perspective of what was of importance right now, compartmentalised the rest, and she pretended that she hadn't heard a thing as she walked over to a now standing JJ and handed her the file. "I thought you should see it before anyone else."

If it had crossed her mind that Emily may have overheard something, it wasn't showing. There was only one thing on JJ's mind right now, and her heart sat in her throat as she opened the folder containing the results. "Our unsub is a woman?"

The shock was clearly evident on the blonde's face. It wasn't that she didn't think a woman could do such a thing – her line of work had showed her that anyone, male or female, was capable of anything – but at the same time it was exactly that. There's a certain maternal instinct that comes naturally to most women and she just couldn't imagine another woman putting her through this, let alone wanting to damage a child, whether mentally or physically.

Her eyes scanned over the photograph as the news sunk in, and she was surprised to find that a part of her – a very small part, but a part none the less – felt some kind of reassurance in this new nugget of information. It also became abundantly clear to her how her son's innocent eyes had thought that it was a man in the yard last night. The woman on the page in front of her looked nothing like a woman; the almost painfully aged features that were simply foreign against the middle aged woman's face left her looking somewhat rugged, and the short choppy hair that she donned and clearly hadn't had the wherewithal to brush in years didn't help either. And another part of JJ – much smaller than the one that took comfort from the picture – now felt a slight pang of guilt. She felt genuinely bad for the woman, though she had no definitive reason as to why that was.

"Yeah, kinda makes sense now why the footprints we found in the snow seemed a little small for a guy. There's more though JJ. Look at the name." Emily pointed to the details just below the picture.

"Janette Watson." JJ's almost monotone voice suddenly shifted an octave as she realised.. "Watson?"

By now the rest of the team had filtered into the room, having heard that the results were back. Any other case just seemed to pale in comparison right now as all of their wildly intelligent brains focused themselves on one blonde little boy. They'd each spent the morning on some kind of autopilot and this, this new piece of information, this possible lead, left them more alert than they'd felt all day.

Emily nodded and spoke to bring JJ and the rest of the team up to date with her findings. "Turns out Percy Watson has a maternal sister. I'm not certain if he even knows about her but he must. I'm willing to bet that he's the very reason her fingerprint turned up. She doesn't have many priors, mostly speeding charges and one DUI but she never showed up to her court date."

"Do we have an address for her?" Hotch asked Emily.

"We have one address, but it's twenty years old. Chances are that she doesn't live there anymore." Emily replied, shaking her head. "Besides, if she did, chances are she would've already been picked up for the DUI and missed court date and she never was."

"Morgan and Reid, go check it out. Emily I want you to go back to the prison. See if the information we have on his sister is enough to make him talk. Garcia, try to find a more recent address for Janette in case the one we have is a dead end, and call the prison warden. I want phone records and CCTV footage of any visitors Percy may have had. Rossi and I will stay here with JJ and see if we can find anything that we might have missed."

"I'm going with them." JJ spoke sternly.

"JJ, you know I can't let you do that." Hotch replied, an untypical softness to his voice.

"I have to do something, Hotch. I am not staying here while my son is out there. I'm so sick of sitting around doing nothing."

"Jayje, if he's there, we will find him. I promise." Morgan threw JJ his best big brother look as he and Reid left the room.

JJ ran her fingers through her long hair; her last lifeline disappearing as Emily too left the room, en route to the prison. "Hotch please. Please. I need to do something."

"My hands are tied, JJ. You're too attached to the case. I can't trust your judgement out in the field, you know that. I'm sorry." It hurt Hotch to have to say no to JJ, knowing himself how he'd feel if someone had taken Jack, and he left the room purposely before she had too much time protest, Rossi in tow. He wasn't sure he could continue to tell her no when he wanted nothing more than to allow her to go out there and get her boy back. But it wouldn't end well, for either of them.

"Sweetie, we're gona find him. I know everyone keeps saying that but only because it's true." Garcia pulled out a laptop and set to work next to JJ. It wasn't the conditions that she was used to working under and she would much rather have been in her office with multiple screens and the fastest computers possibly known to man, but JJ wasn't there. JJ was here, and so this is where she would stay.

Tears glazed over the blonde's eyes as she folded her arms across her chest in defeat. She wondered briefly what she ever did so bad to deserve living this nightmare for a second time, but she knew more than most that bad things happen to good people for no real reason.

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"Yes I understand that sir but-" Garcia spoke into the phone, growing increasingly frustrated with the warden at the end of the line who was clearly too worried about his own job to allow her access to the tapes and phone records. It was beyond her nature to speak out of turn, especially to someone of authority, but as he told her no once again, she lost her natural Garcia cool. "No, you listen to me! There is a child involved. If you do not allow me access to those records, I am going to hack into your system and get them myself. And just because you've chosen to be such an a-hole about it, I may have to leave behind a hard drive wiping virus too. Am I understood?" The redhead's face flushed a shade of pink that rivalled her lipstick as realisation of what she had just said dawned on her, but she breathed a sigh of relief as she got the response that she had been hoping for. "Thank you sir, thank you so much. Yes.. I promise not to leave you a virus. Thank you."

Turning to JJ and noticing the defeated and distant look on her face, Garcia spoke again. "Honey, he's granted us access. We should have the files shortly and believe me, we are going to find our boy. We're all doing our best." The technical analyst paused for a second, contemplating whether her next sentence was a good idea. "Especially Emily.."

JJ's eyes shot open. "What is that supposed to mean?"

"Oh sweetie, nothing bad. She's just very protective of you that's all. She clearly cares a lot about you." She paused purposely, JJ's silence confirming everything that she'd thought the previous night and she decided to poke the bear a little more. "You could do a hell of a lot worse."

"I know.." JJ nodded her head slowly as she thought about all Emily had done since Henry's abduction – and done easily without a second thought – her eyes closing regretfully as she suddenly remembered the conversation that they had both shared a couple of hours previous. "I blamed her for this, ya know.. I told her that it was her fault, that if she had been thinking with her head instead of her pants then Henry would still be here." JJ watched confusion wash over Garcia's face and shook her own head as she elaborated. "She came over. We were, um.. yeah, when Henry was taken."

Garcia's mind was throwing a silent party - she couldn't think of another person better suited to JJ than Emily, and if she was honest, her gaydar had always panged for the blonde, even if the blonde herself hadn't openly admitted it - but the regret gracing her friend's face pulled her back to reality. "Oh honey. Emily is a pretty together woman. She knows that you're hurting right now and you know as well as I do that she isn't going to hold anything against you." The redhead spoke truthfully – if the passion that she'd seen in Emily's eyes was anything to go by, she knew for certain that JJ had nothing at all to worry about in that regard.

With a sigh, JJ responded. "I know. That's why I feel so damn guilty."

"Look, put it to the back of your mind for now, gumdrop. She's still gona be here when Henry is home and you can make amends then. And.. you can fill me in on all of the details then too! Don't think I'm gona forget that you neglected to share with me." Garcia winked, pulling a small and very welcome glimmer of a smile that she had hoped for from the blonde's lips, before a beep from her laptop indicated that they'd received the files that she'd requested. "Moment of truth, my lovely.."

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"There's no one here. The place looks lived in but there's definitely no one home." Morgan spoke with a sigh over the speaker of Hotch's phone. The Unit Chief had brought the phone through to the conference room as soon as he had gotten the call, and now both of them were wishing that he hadn't.

"And I got nothing either. It seems she lived there the majority of her adult life.. To be honest, aside from that, it's almost like this woman lived in a cave. There's basically nothing on her." Garcia spoke regretfully, though wholly curious how someone could be so damn elusive against even her skills.

"Come back here, Morgan. Emily is with Watson right now, maybe she can coax some more information out of him." Hotch ordered.

Sighing, a both mentally and physically exhausted JJ flopped back on the seat in front of her. She had never felt more helpless than in this moment. She wanted to be out there, searching, kicking down every damn door that she came across until she found her boy, and she would be if she thought for a second that any one of the people in the room would let her. The truth, and one that she was struggling to face, was that there was nothing that she could be doing. She'd given the team every little piece of information that she could remember about Percy Watson and that was her part done. For the first time since Henry was taken, she wasn't Jennifer Jaraeu, Press Liaison for the BAU - she was Jennifer Jareau, mother; victim. She'd tried desperately to pretend that she wasn't, that this was any other case. But it wasn't any other case, and she couldn't look at this with the clarity and logic that she typically possessed. She'd never thought that life on the other side of the mirror was peachy by any means, but every reason that she had ever had for choosing to fight crime as a career was redefined for her in that one single moment.

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Emily stormed into the prison with a ruthless determination. She was done playing mind games with this guy. "Your sister," slamming the photograph down on the table much like she had that morning with the newspaper, She continued, "where is she?"

Shrugging his shoulders mockingly, nonchalance and a smug grin still playing across his features, the man replied. "I don't 'ave a sister."

Emily shook her head and locked her jaw – she could tell that this man was slowly getting the better of her, but she hadn't been blind to the concern that had flickered briefly across Percy's face at the mention of his sister. "Oh but you do." Taking a seat, Emily tossed the rest of the file onto the table in front of Percy and watched as a glimmer of anger accompanied his concern. "We found her fingerprint."

The old man glanced over the file and tossed it back to the table nonchalantly before speaking again, a taunting smirk playing on his lips. "Maybe yer right. Maybe yer not. I seem to be comin' over with a little memory loss. Maybe the Alzheimer's is settin' in." Noticing the frustration in Emily's eyes, he couldn't resist the urge to push a little more. "But I might feel more like remembering somethin' if blondie herself pays me a visit."

His eyebrows wiggled as he thought about the prospect of seeing JJ again, and Emily's reply was instant. "You're not getting within five feet of her."

"Oh-ooo.. It seems she's got 'erself a little body guard in you." His eyes narrowed and he leaned forward as he continued in a whisper. "Tell me, is she as sweet as I remember?"

Somehow she managed to keep her cool as this guy blatantly pushed her buttons, but she couldn't shake the reality that was niggling at the back of her mind. As much as she hated to even think it, or to give this man the satisfaction of getting exactly what he wanted, the obvious means to get anything out of Percy Watson was staring her in the face. She couldn't even comprehend putting JJ in that situation, but would the end justify the means if it meant that the blonde didn't have to be in the situation as a whole anymore? That made sense.. right?

Every other option ran through Emily's mind in quick succession – she had played whatever character necessary throughout her career, and she could do the same now too – but she knew that no matter what part she played, it was a waste of precious time. She wasn't the person that Percy wanted to see, and no amount of acting was going to change that.

Rising from her seat, Emily reluctantly made a call.

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Back in the conference room, Hotch answered his phone, purposely not putting it on speaker this time. "Hotch." He answered in his habitual manner, and as soon as Emily ran the idea past him, his response was as instant as hers had been. "She isn't doing it."

"Hey, got anything new?" Reid spoke up as he and Morgan entered the room, earning a loud 'shhh' as JJ tried in vain to listen to the call.

"No, it's not happening. We'll have to find another way." Hotch continued. "Garcia got permission from the prison to check his phone records. She has them right now. If he does know he has a sister and she is the one who abducted Henry, he must have made regular calls to her, she must have visited regularly. He isn't going to miss an opportunity to hear the details. Uh.. Just a second Prentiss."

Hotch looked across to Garcia as she shook her head, indicating that they'd met another dead end before she elaborated. "He calls the same number every single day at the same time, but I can't get a location for it because it isn't in use. And we have footage of Janette entering and leaving the prison, but that doesn't really help us since we already know what she looks like."

"That's not altogether true, baby girl." Morgan spoke up. "We know for certain now that Watson is aware of his sister. Which must mean that he either knows where she lives or where she's keeping the little guy. Coincidences like that don't just happen."

"And now he knows we know about her he's bound to call her the first chance he gets. He won't be able to resist." Reid chipped in, Morgan nodding as boy wonder finished his sentence for him.

"You hear that Emily? Leave now the room now and don't say anything to him. The abruptness of your departure will hopefully startle him enough to make a call."

"What did she need?" JJ questioned immediately as Hotch ended the call, already knowing the answer. If she were to be logical, she'd know that his instant declination was a result of how much he cared about her, but a part of her was still angry that she wasn't even asked. He wasn't her father, and he should have realised that she would do anything to get her son back, even if that meant literally revisiting a memory that she would rather forget.

"Nothing. Garcia we need to tap the prison phone line right now. I wana hear that call. If Morgan and Reid are right, he will call Janette as soon as Emily leaves and hopefully they'll talk for long enough for you to get a location on her."

"Yes sir." Garcia agreed, immediately getting to work.

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The team held their breath collectively as fifteen minutes later, their theory rang true through a small speaker in the centre of the table.

"How could yer be so stupid woman?" Percy spat into the phone. "Yer dumb bitch, yer left a fingerprint!"

Garcia tapped away at her laptop, trying desperately to find the coordinates for the location of the phone. It was indeterminable how long the call would last and every second counted. The knew that, realistically, they were clutching at straws, and if Percy hung up before she got the location they basically had nothing. Even though he had as good as admitted to knowing about Henry's abduction, it didn't matter. He was already facing the rest of his life in jail – he had absolutely no reason to lead them to the boy.

"I'm sorry, Percy. Are you angry? Please don't be angry. I did as you asked." Janette responded.

Reid stood with his thumb nail between his teeth, staring intently at the small speaker as if every word of the conversation was being written directly onto his brain. If there was some way out of this mess, something they could use against Watson, his ever logical brain would find it. The young agent had never considered having children – passing his mother's genes on was not something that he wanted to risk – but ever since Will had ditched JJ, he had seen Henry as a son rather than simply a godson. They all had.

"Yeah n thanks to you the feds know who yer are. That boy is my ticket out o' 'ere. Don't yer want me to get outta 'ere?"

Hotch kept up his usual stoic form, but inside his mind was racing with thoughts of his own son. Every word to leave Percy's lips left him more determined to bring him down, to ensure that this story was one of the few that had a happy ending. And Rossi let his eyes fall for a minute to JJ, the paternal nature in him shining through as he fought the urge to go to the prison himself and beat the information out of Watson.

"Oh of course I do Percy. Of course I do. I'm sorry. I will do better, I promise." The woman desperately pled her case.

Morgan shook his head as he listened to the call, his mind stuck somewhere between anger and frustration, and determination. How could one scumbag have such a hold over them? He knew that they would blow their chances completely if Percy caught wind of the fact that they'd heard the phone call, that the pervert could have Henry 'disposed' of at any second and there would be nothing that they could do about it. But that wasn't how it was supposed to be. They were the good guys, they were collectively and independently some of the most intelligent people in the world and yet they were losing.

'Good. Then yer need to go to the place I told yer about. Yer remember the place?" Percy's voice was softer now, yet eerily more sinister.

Emily sat perched on the edge of her chair as she listened through the phone, an anger that she'd never felt before burning through her skin. An anger that they were all feeling, but for Emily it was different. She was right there, in the very same building as the guy who knew exactly where Henry was, and there wasn't a damn thing she could do about it.

"Yes I remember. The-"

"Don't say the name yer stupid woman. Just go. I will call yer again tomorrow at the same time." And with that, the call ended.

And then there was JJ. Until that moment, it had been twenty two years since she had heard Percy Watson's voice, but it chilled her to the bone just as it had when she was ten, just as it had for years after every time that he entered her nightmares, just as it had every time that they'd caught a guy just like him. Suddenly she was back there, back to that day in August twenty two years ago. She could smell, taste, feel, and hear every little detail of the space around her. For a moment she was numb, and then as Henry flashed to the forefront of her mind, she came back to Earth with body-wracking thud. What she had endured she would never wish on anybody, and yet it was happening all over again, to her own son.

"Garcia? Tell me you got a location?" Hotch asked, an undertone of desperation in his voice.

The redhead simply looked at him, her eyes sad, her lips pursed in defeat.

"Wait.." Reid piped up. "There was something about her voice.. She was so apologetic the whole way through the call, yes, but it wasn't actually reflected in her voice. Not until he mentioned Henry, that is. It was only at that point that you could hear some kind of turmoil. She was almost.. panicking."

"What does that mean, boy wonder?" Morgan chimed in.

"Well I think it means that she genuinely doesn't want to hurt Henry. She doesn't want any harm to come to him and if I've read the desperation in her voice correctly, then she'll go to great lengths to protect him."

"Perhaps she has a child." Rossi suggested. "Perhaps Henry reminds her of her own son."

"Right. Garcia, dig deeper. We need to know if Janette has, or has ever had a child. Boy, girl.. either way. We-" Hotch opened his mouth to speak again but a blur of blonde hair flying past him grabbed his attention. "JJ-"

"I'm going to find my son."