AN: Short chapter, kind of a filler but needed!
Will sat inside his home, his hands shaking as Hotch sat next to him and tried to hand him a glass of water. Will paid no attention to it and instead brought his hands over his face, trying to hold back a sob. His wife, his JJ, his life was gone. Vanished.
And any hope that there might have been a miscommunication quickly vanished when Hotch called the rest of the team out, along with the local police department. Hotch didn't need to say anything, Will was aware of what the experienced agent was thinking, and it terrified him, because Will was thinking the same thing.
JJ had not left on her own accord; JJ had not left willingly. JJ had been taken away from her own home, her own front door. JJ had been abducted and as far as Will knew, the FBI had no leads as to what had happened.
"Will, I know it is hard, but we have to ask you some questions." Hotch was somehow able to keep any hint of fear in his voice; but fear was exactly what he felt his voice was dripping with. There were so many unknowns at the moment, and Will was barely hanging on.
And time was ticking by; they didn't have a second to spare. They had to get something, anything going, but so many questions remained. And the first person to talk to, couldn't get more than a few words out at a time.
"I.. I don't know what to tell you Hotch," Will spoke, his voice muffled by his hands.
Hotch nodded, looking over his shoulder as Garcia watched a movie with Henry. "Will, did you speak with JJ at all?"
Will shook his head, "No, I thought about it, I didn't want to scare her though, Henry and I we were not supposed to be home for a few days, but he got so sick…" Will himself forced the nausea down and away, certain he himself was about to vomit.
Hotch stared at the man, his gut twisting harder as he counted back to the last time anyone had spoken with JJ. It had been over fifteen hours since Hotch had said goodbye to her; nobody had seen or heard from her since. The only thing they knew was that JJ had at least made it to her front door.
"Have you noticed any changes in her behavior, anything unusual?" Hotch asked, desperate for information, anything to give him something to go on.
Will shook his head. "She's been really happy lately, she's been her typical self, energetic, happy…" Will sniffed and smiled thinking of his wife. "There is nothing, Hotch, nothing. I have wracked my brain and nothing is coming up."
Hotch nodded; Will was right, JJ had seemed happier lately, more content. He attributed it to her being able to spend more time with her family. While JJ was a very private person, he was sure that if something had been concerning her, she would have come to him. Right?
"Hotch, what happened to my wife?"
The question caught him off guard, "I don't know yet Will, but we will bring her home."
Will stared at him, "I used to give that same promise to victim's families when I worked; you'll do your best, but we both…."
Hotch looked at him, knowing it was true. As much as he hoped to keep the promise, he just wasn't sure. He didn't know what had happened and until he had something, anything, there was nothing he could do.
He was about to counter Will's statement when a police officer walked over to him and pulled him aside. "Sir, neighbor has security cameras."
His heart leapt and he began walking with the officer. "Are they working?"
The office smiled, "Caught the entire thing on camera."
And they finally had something and as he jogged off, he called behind his shoulder "Garcia!" He wanted every detail he could grab from the video.
He was getting his agent back come hell and high water; JJ was coming home.
