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Hotch stood in the doorway, watching as Will tried to calm a hysterical little boy; the problem was, that Will was nearly hysterical himself. It was not a good combination. Slowly, Hotch approached so not to scare either of the two and spoke softly.

"Will, is there anyone Henry can go and stay with right now?" He asked, already knowing that any member of the team would do it in a heartbeat. But Hotch needed them and their sole focus and dedication to finding JJ.

Will's head shot up and a piercing glare hit Hotch. "My wife is missing, my son is hysterical and you want me to send him off?" He hissed, tears brimming. "What message would that send?"

Hotch nodded, "I didn't mean anything by it Will; I just don't think it is a good idea for Henry to be here in case the media shows up, or we find…" He stopped himself instantly wishing he hadn't said it. Will was smart and the second the phrase left his mouth, he saw Will's eyes widen.

"Find what, Hotch?" He stammered, instantly wondering if Hotch was hiding something from him.

"I didn't mean anything by it, Will. We have officers canvasing…"

"You saw that video! We know she was taken! What the hell are they looking for?" And then he stopped, and Hotch reached over as he saw Will's knees buckle beneath him. It was as if Will realized what Hotch was saying. "Oh God…"

"Will, I don't know that she is here. We have a lot of area to cover, we are not looking for a body right now…"

"But you have reason to believe that you should be." Will's voice was low and he couldn't meet Hotch's eye.

Hotch froze, he had seen the video and knew he had very limited time; deep down, he wondered if they were already out of time. It was a deep fear but one he couldn't ignore; he so wanted to hope that JJ had a chance and he clung to that. The hope that JJ was somehow still alive; but the video he had seen, the violence; his experience, knowledge and education lead him down the path that he didn't want to think on. And he wondered if he would find his agent; he wondered if he would find her alive, he wondered if he would find her alive but critically injured, he wondered if he would find her body. And he wondered if they would ever find her.

"Will." Hotch finally found himself able to speak. "The footage gives us some direction, we know she was abducted, we know it was by three people. We don't know much else." Hotch admitted. And it was true; they knew next to nothing. They had a time stamp on the video so they knew JJ had been missing for close to twelve hours; they knew she had been ambushed and they knew the direction the truck had driven off in. They didn't have a clue who the abductors were.

And it was driving Hotch insane. In the two hours since he had been on scene, so much had happened, yet at the same time, so little. In his mind, they were no closer to finding JJ then they had been when he had arrived at the home. The neighborhood had been closed off, streets blocked, a helicopter circling, people being interviewed, and despite everything, the video and all, Hotch felt as if they had nothing.

The team was already on scene, each doing their own task, everyone working as one to bring their girl home. They worked together as a team, but silently. Each not wanting to let their friend down; each examining every detail, every blade of grass, fingerprint, skid mark- nothing went unnoticed.

And they found nothing.

It was when Hotch called them all to the command center, that for the first time, they all sat with each other. They didn't speak for a few seconds, nobody knowing what to say. Everyone waiting for someone to speak.

It was Hotch who spoke.

"JJ is in trouble, we know that." He paused, making eye contact with every one of them. "We have all seen the video, we are looking for the truck. Local PD knows the truck." Another pause. "They've been trying to track it down for a few months but have had no luck. Will does not know this yet and I ask that we keep the following information between us; the truck is tied to a series of two crimes, both however, are related." He paused one more time and stuck his hands in his pockets before breaking the news. "It's a sex trafficking ring; JJ was abducted by sex traffickers." His voice lowered again. "And when they are done, they murder and dispose of the body. JJ does not have much time left; I don't know that she has any time left."

His hands shook in his pocket as he looked around, the realization settling in around the team. Their JJ was going through hell and all they could hope was that she could hold on until they could get to her.

They didn't have any clue of how bad it already was for their agent.