The FBI busted into Kurt Matthews' home, only to find him not there. They cleared every room and found nothing from him.
"Hey, boss..." J.J began, bringing something up to Hotchner. "Found this on the floor of the dining room."
He stared at the small toy that had "Stella" across the handle of it. Hotch felt an flame of anger rise up in him and he nodded. "See what else you can find, perhaps clothing or an address book he may have."
"Got it." J.J replied, going to take the toy from Hotch before Hotch pulled it away, saying "I'll just hang on to it."
"Yeah, okay." J.J said, walking away to go look around.
"Everything is disorganized except for his room and the basement." Reid said. "And the tea in his room is still warm, plus everything looks like it's been torn apart. He was possibly just here and had a break down, from anger or nervousness I don't know." Reid said quickly.
"How organized is his room and the basement?" Hotch asked, he went to find out as Reid followed. "Obsessively organized." Reid replied, watching Hotch. They walked back to where the team was gathered with a few officers.
"He seems to have an obsession with organizing things, possibly meaning he needs to be in control at all times, yet he's an outcast." Hotch said, sighing as he glanced at the small elephant toy in his hand.
"What if he has the kids to gain control over their parents?" Prentiss asked, looking at the one trophy on his shelf along with a minimal amount of pictures.
"What do you mean?" Morgan asked, flipping through some CDs Kurt owns.
"If he's an outcast and has no social control, he took the children to gain that... But he did it in an organized way but he knows he messed up with the news thing." Prentiss clarified.
"You're onto something..." Hotch observed. "I want that put into a file, and we need a road-block set for a five mile radius, if he was just here he couldn't have gotten far."
They went back to the police station in a hurry, the roadblocks set up already as Hotch briefed the whole room of officers.
"His name is Kurt Matthews, he has blond hair, slightly tan skin with a scar on the left side of his neck. He drives a Ford Taurus, it's black and the year model is 1997. We don't know if he is armed but he was just at his house, this man couldn't have gotten far."
The officers took notes as Hotch talked. "Keep in mind, he may have small children with him, so if he does avoid bringing your gun out unless its absolutely necessary. We want to take this man into custody, not harm innocent and young lives."
All the officers began to get their things and stand up. "He is a registered sex offender, we don't have a lot of time to find them. Get busy." Hotch commanded as a good portion of the officers poured out the door. The team did too.
"I have to go speak to the news about who we're looking for." J.J said as Hotch nodded. "I'm going to keep the phone lines open in case anyone calls with new information on his whereabouts." The officer at the front desk said.
Hotch watched people collectively scrambled to work, he then look for Sarah. He was still holding the toy, the woman walked through the door and set eyes on Hotch and smiled.
"I had to go home for a bit, the chief made me." Sarah explained as she fiddled with her fingers. She saw the toy Hotch had and he handed it to her.
"Is this Stella's?" Hotch asked, being sure it was definitely hers.
"Y-Yes!" Sarah exclaimed, staring at the small elephant toy, the green and grey colors on it making tears spring to her eyes. "Did you find my babies?" Sarah asked, her eyes hopeful.
Hotch shook his head as the hopeful looked dropped. "But we have roadblocks set up, if the kidnapper has them he won't get far. We have every officer and person on the look for him."
"We have eyes in the sky." Morgan told Hotch. "Its getting dark out and we couldn't spare the time." He informed Hotch, Hotch nodded in response.
"Sarah, the second we have your children, I'll bring them right to you." Hotch assured the brunette before him. She nodded as Hotch went to take his vest off, he knew he would get uncomfortable waiting with it on.
"Agent Hotchner?" Sarah called and he turned around, draping his coat over his arm as he hung his vest up. "Yes?" He asked.
"I wanted to apologize for being harsh, if I was earlier..."
"No, its completely understandable. There is nothing to apologize for." Hotch reassured her as they walked out of the room. They both sat down and Hotch told the woman to get some rest if she could.
"I'll get some rest when they have my children back." Sarah responded confidently, Hotch only felt pride in that for some reason. This mom wasn't like the others that have children as victims, she held it together for the most part.
She'd make a good wife to anyone, Hotch thought as he sat down, reading over the file to himself as Sarah sat down in the waiting area and began to sleep. She's a strong woman though...