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Ellis Kate walked around the neighborhood, knocking on doors, looking for evidence, doing whatever she needed to help. She was still in training, but was enjoying her career; law enforcement was defiantly a dream come true for her. And while she was only a few months into it, she couldn't imagine doing anything else. She was the only female in her class, and the top of her class; she let the boys know she could do anything they could do; and once their shooting test had come, Ellis had outscored every single one of them. She had their respect, now she had to get them to quit worrying about her all the time.

Ellis felt as if she had eighty five brothers constantly watching out for her, and while it was sweet, it did interfere with her job. She could hold her own but that didn't stop them from looking out for her. She had thought she had gotten through to them until today, until the call they got today. And she felt like she was back to square one with them all.

She had come into the academy class and was talking with Boyer when the captain had come in looking distraught.

"Listen up!" He had commanded. "We have a situation, possible abduction, we need all hands on deck to bring this one home." Ellis took special note when the captain's voice wavered a bit and he paused. "FBI is requesting our help to canvass the neighborhood;" another pause, "This one is one of them; a member of their team. She is one of them, she is one us." Ellis looked up and around and noticed that high ranking members of the police department had joined them; she recognized detectives, lieutenants, SWAT, special teams; members of all teams were stepping in. And Ellis' heart suddenly dropped looking at the expression on their faces.

The captain licked his lips and addressed the team again. "It's Agent Jareau."

And Ellis watched as a room full of powerful, strong men seemed to lose their breath; and it was obvious that they knew this person.

The captain continued, this time addressing the rookie class. "Agent Jareau works with the BAU, for a long while she was a media liaison and often worked hand in hand with us. I have never met a nicer, kinder woman. And now she needs us; we have no concrete evidence at the time but when I got the call from Agent Hotcher, he seemed to think something had happened to his agent. I promised he would get all of our support." Another pause. "Go bring her home."

And the room emptied without a word.

Ellis had felt it then; had understood this was a serious situation. She and Boyer had ridden together over to the house and immediately started canvassing the neighborhood for anything to help bring the agent home.

It was about twenty minutes into their walk when a lady approached them; looking nervous. Immediately, both Boyer and Ellis were on guard. "Officers!" She waved them over, looking almost grateful to see them.

"Ma'am, are you alright?" Boyer had asked, looking her over quickly.

She shifted nervously, "The police, I saw some people over at the house with FBI jackets…. Its Agent Jareau, isn't?" She asked softly. When she didn't get an answer, she shook her head. "Is she okay?"

Ellis looked at Boyer and then back at the woman. "Ma'am, did you see anything, hear anything?"

The woman shook her head, and then stopped. "The camera!" She said loudly and motioned for Ellis and Boyer to follow her. Shrugging, both officers did as asked, both hoping to bring back something to help find the missing agent.

Twenty minutes later, Hotch stood in the mobile command center, his hands on his hips as the officer spoke to him about what had been found.

"Two of our officers were canvassing; a woman approached them and wanted to know what was going on. She asked if something had happened to Agent Jareau because of all the action in front of her house. The officer explained that we were currently searching for Agent Jareau but did not provide any more details. That is when the neighbor said she had a security camera installed just last week; not only did she have it, it was working." The officer paused for a moment, looking at Hotch and trying to decipher his next move.

The federal agent did not look happy, he looked tense, serious and the officer knew it was only about to get worse. Truthfully, he was not sure he wanted to be in the same zip code once the agent saw the footage. He wished his supervisor was there, someone with more seniority, because he really did not want to do this alone with this FBI agent.

"Play it." Hotch ordered, his eyes never wavering from the monitor. Deep down, he knew what he was about to see; he wasn't looking for any hope that JJ hadn't been taken; he was looking for whatever clue he could find to bring her home.

The young man nodded and pressed a button and the footage began to roll; "we have about half an hour of nothing," the officer explained as he made note of the time stamp.

Hotch didn't respond, his gaze taking in every detail he could. He counted the number of times cars drove by, how many times people walked by, he watched it all. And he saw JJ pull up in her car and walk to the front door; she never noticed the truck pull up silently down the street; she never heard the catlike footsteps approach from behind.

And Hotch watched as his capable, strong, independent agent, his friend, was grabbed from behind and dragged into a waiting vehicle. He never spoke a word, he said nothing even after the truck drove off.

"Mommy!"

Hotch and the officer turned around, just in time to see Henry's face dissolve into fear; he had seen the entire video.