This damn mausoleum. I had lost track of time in here. Which happened every time dad put me in here. But this time something was different. It was raining, and it was oddly peaceful (I was still scared, but it wasn't as bad with the rain filling my ears) . I had lost count of how many times he had put me in here, and left me. Sometimes I think he did it just to get me to shut up. Everyone else had learned to shut their mouths, except for Five, but we were both stubborn that way. 'I wonder how everyone else is doing? One good thing about being in here is that I don't have to do normal training.' My leg's were starting to feel stiff so I stood up and leaned against the wall, using my sense of touch to lead me around the room. It was completely dark. So it would be impossible to not trip over something. 'Did dad forget about me in here? I'm so hungry. How many days have I not eaten? ' I thought to myself as I walked around the mausoleum, trying to get some feeling back into my sore legs. 'At this point I don't care if dad punishes me. I'm going to starve to death then it wont matter.' I let my stomach's feeling of hunger rule over my common sense. I knew that when dad caught me trying to get out I would be punished, probably with the shocker again, but I was just so hungry. I had spent a lot of time in this damn place, so I knew that it was pretty old. And that some of the walls were weaker than others. I got on my hands and knees and started pushing on the wall, looking for the weak spot I had found when I tried to get out other times. I jumped out of my skin when I heard a crash, but let out a shaky breath when I recognized the sound of thunder. "Geez, I thought dad had caught me for sure." I said to myself. 'Talking to yourself again?' I nodded "Yep, I'm going insane. I know." I said as I found the spot. "Or maybe I'm finally talking to the ghosts like dad wishes I could." I said before pushing the weakened wood. I could feel drops of the cold rain drip on my arms as I put all my might into pushing the wooden wall. "Come on, I just need enough to squeeze out." I said. 'I wish I was as strong as Luth - Number One right now.' I can't call any of my siblings by their names, or dad with punish me. 'You can't speak, move, or do anything without dads permission or he will punish you. Which is why you should stop trying to get out right now!' Thunder rang through the sky as I was able to push the wooden boards out. It was a small gap, but I knew it was my only hope of getting out of here and finding some food. I pushed my head and shoulders through the gap, and my torso got stuck between the boards, but I dug my hands into the muddy ground and pulled with all the strength I had left. I slipped a few times, and one time my face landed in the mud and I struggled to breath for a few seconds until I could push myself out of the ground again. I got my torso through, and ignored the ripped shirt and cuts on my torso as I pulled my legs and feet through. 'I-I'm out." I said standing up. "Oh God, now what?!" I asked myself as the rain started soaking me. 'RUN!' I shook my head. "No, he will find me. And punish me. I don't wanna - dad will kill me when he catches me." My heart was suddenly beating a lot faster than it was while I was inside the mausoleum, and I didn't think that was possible. The mausoleum was right outside of the house, and the kitchen was right there. But if I went in to eat dad would punish me if he saw me, but I'm so hungry. 'RUUUUN! He hasn't been back in days! Maybe he forgot about you!' I shook my head again. "This is another test, he is watching. I know he is." Another crash of thunder rang through the sky and I knew it was dad. He was coming for me. "No! Don't punish me!" I shouted as I ran away from the house, away from dad, and away from that damn mausoleum. Lightning lit up the sky as I ran into the woods, but it was so dark, I kept tripping over roots and twigs. I felt my ankle twist in an odd direction as I fell to the ground, recognizing the sound of bones cracking. But I knew that dad was after me, and I couldn't stop running now! 'He is right behind me I know it! He is going to kill me! He is so mad. I'm sorry dad please don't punish me dad. Not the shocker dad!'

-Third Person Pov-

A family was driving down the road through the rain. The dad at the steering wheel. He looked over his shoulder to see his two young kids asleep in the back seat. "How far away from the hotel are we?" Him wife asked as she sat up in the passenger seat. "Another hour. It's getting pretty late. You should try to get some sleep." He said patting her shoulder comfortably. "And let you fall asleep at the wheel before out vacation can even begins? No thanks. I'll keep you company." She said with a grin. The husband looked back to the road, the rain and the dark making him focus to make sure he stayed on the road. "Honey, wait! Look over there." His wife said pointing ahead of the road. He followed her finger to see a small figure limping on the side of the road. "Is- is that a kid?" He asked as they got closer. "Oh no, pull over. What the heck is going on?" His wife asked as he drove in front of the kid and pulled over to the side of the road. The husband put on his hazard lights while the wife got out of the car into the rain and walked up to the kid. He was covered in mud and rain, and his shirt was all torn up. He didn't have any shoes on. She took a few steps back when she saw the kid's legs were covered in bruises and cuts, and there was blood on his shirt. "Hey buddy, what happened?" The woman asked, she was a children's therapist so she recognized that the boy was in some sort of shock. She didn't want to scare him or make him run away so she stayed a few feet away from him. The boy didn't say anything, but looked really confused when his eyes finally landed on her. "What is wrong with him?" The husband asked running over in the rain with his kids rain jacket. "Don't get too close, go back to the car and call 9-1-1. He's hurt." The woman said with a whisper. The husband took a long look at the kid and his face took on a horrid look, but did as he was told after his wife took the rain jacket. "Do you want this?" She asked holding out the jacket to the kid. She doubted that the child could even hear her. He had a dazed look in his eyes as his vision landed on the jacket. "I'm- just hungry." The boy whispered, with fear in his eyes.

-Morgan's Pov-

I felt myself wake up and opened my eyes to a dimly lit room, with the sun shining through the curtains. I smiled feeling a warm weight on my chest. I looked down to see my husband of four years, Spencer sleeping on my chest. It was rare for me to wake up first, but when I did I always took time to appreciate watching Spencer sleep so peacefully. With our bare chests against each other. I recalled one of his random facts that he spat at me about how skin to skin contact was healthy for couples in long term relationships. He had one arm wrapped around my waist, and the other was hugging his pillow that he never actually used under his head. But I had no complaints. I noted that one of his legs was wrapped around my own, so I wouldn't be getting up for awhile. And so I took the moment to soak in the sun shining through the window, and my husbands breath run across my chest. Until I had to pee about 20 minutes later. I pulled my leg out from his and he opened his eyes, "Sorry pretty boy. I gotta pee." I said sitting up. Spencer lifted himself just enough to let me out from under him, and he let himself fall right back into the pillow. I chucked and ruffled his hair up a bit and went into the bathroom. Once I was done with that I walked back into the bedroom to see Spencer sitting up in bed, the comforter wrapped around him. He looked up to me rubbing his eyes and gave me a sleepy smile. I sat down on the bed and he climbed up on my lap. "Oh, someone feeling cuddly this morning?" I asked running a hand through his hair. He only nodded, showing that he was still waking up. So we sat together for a few more minutes, enjoying the peace and quite until he got up to use the bathroom. I got up and got dressed in my work clothes. Then went into the kitchen to start brewing our coffee. Once the machine started brewing I opened the laptop that was on the kitchen counter and went to the foster website that Spence and I had been looking at for almost over a month now. I took a seat on the stool and leaned over the device. We had both started talking about kids after our 3rd year anniversary. We knew that we wanted to adopt, but the process was proving more difficult then we thought. We had a few kids in the house, but honestly we hadn't made a connection with any of them. We cared for all of them, and they had their own problems being in foster care and all but that wasn't the problem with us. Given our job we felt equipped to deal with their issues that they had from the foster system. But we knew that the right kids for us were out there somewhere, just waiting for us. "At it again are we?" Spence asked setting a cup of coffee beside me. I thanked him as I took a sip. "Always." I said with a heavy sigh. I felt Spencer lean over my back and rest his chin on my shoulder, looking at the kids listed on the sight as well. We sat like that, pointing out kids that caught our attention until both of our phones went off at the same time. "We both know what that means." Spencer said as I looked at the text from Garcia. "Oh, It's not a good one either. We're to meet at the plane ASAP." I said standing up. "Are they ever good ones?" Spencer asked, going to get travel cups for our coffee while I went into the living room to get our to-go bags. "They are when we save someone, or stop someone bad." I said. "True, but it can't be good when even Hotch says it's a bad one." Spencer said looking over the text himself as we both left our house. Another day, another case.

'Or that's what we thought that day leaving our house, but we had no idea what was waiting for us. And how this case would change out lives forever.'

-Number 5's Pov-

I stood in line with my other siblings, aside from Klaus who was still in his special training. We were all worried about our brother, but we didn't dare ask dad about it. Klaus had never had to do special training for so long before. "ATTENTION!" Sir Reginald Hargreeves, aka. daddy dearest, shouted as he entered the dining room. Usually after mom fed us breakfast we would go to lessons, but mom had told us to wait for dad here, so we knew something was up. He was angry, that was easy to tell. And that put all of us on edge. "It would seem that your brother Number 4 has played a disheartening act on us. He wasn't in the mausoleum when your mother went to get him this morning, and part of the wall was broken." Silence filled the air. 'He actually did it! He escaped.' I wanted to see my siblings reactions to the news, but I knew that if any of us made a move right now we would be punished. Dad was probably itching to let out his anger, so he was waiting for one of us to slip up. So he could punish us. "You better NOT be smiling right now number 6!" I bit the inside of my cheek, not Ben. He had already been punished twice this week. "I'm not sir!" Ben said, fear in his voice. "Did I say you could speak?!" dad shouted before slapping Ben across the face. I closed my eyes, hearing the slap so sharp in my ears made me feel like he had slapped me across the face. "Maybe you should get special training today huh?" dad asked Ben. 'NO! He was still healing from the last time Ben had to do training.' I stepped out of line and I could hear Vanya gasp from beside Ben. "Special training is stupid! We don't have powers! You crazy lunatic!" I shouted, and part of me felt amazing to finally tell the old man off. But when dad grabbed my shirt collar and started to pull me out of the room I knew that I was going to get hurt really bad. But Ben couldn't go through special training again until he healed more. "Seems as if Number 5 has volunteered himself as tribute. You all can take a lesson from teamwork from him. And Number 6, what happens to him is your fault. Don't forget that, and remember that next time you want to smile at my misery." Dad said before dragging me out of the dining room. I could hear Ben crying as dad dragged me up the steps of the house, and I could only hope that my other siblings could tell him that it wasn't his fault. Fear pumped through my veins as dad threw me into the training room and shut the door, locking it behind him. "Now let's being Number 5"

-Spencer's Pov-

Morgan and I boarded the jet and saw that everyone else was already on board. "Alright, we don't have much time so thank you for meeting on the plane." Hotch said as the plane door started to close. We both took a seat on the couch next to each other and we started the meeting as the plane got ready to take off. Garcia appeared on the screen via Skype. "A young boy was found walking the side of the road a few hours ago by a family driving by. He is currently a John Doe because he isn't showing up on any missing child's cases. He also isn't talking." Hotch said opening his file. "He can't talk?" JJ asked from her seat. "The doctors say that there isn't anything wrong with his vocal cords, and the people who originally found him told police that he said a few words to them. But he only said a few things, and then he went silent and hasn't spoken sense." I frowned. "There could be multiple reasons the boy isn't talking, it would be useless to assume until we know more." I said looking through the files that had been given to us. Garcia spoke up for the first time. "I'm running his picture through facial recognition for missing children and foster care facilities as well. If this kid is in any system I will find him." she said. "What else do we know about the boy?" Prentiss asked. "The doctors report says that they are guessing that he is between the ages seven to nine. But it's hard to tell because of the rest of the report. There is evidence of long lasting physical, emotional, and sexual abuse. When he was found he had a broken ankle and cuts on his legs, hands, arms, torso, and back. He was extremely malnourished and dehydrated. His eyes are also sensitive to any light." The plane was dead silent until Rossi let out a heavy sigh. "That's a lot. Are we going to be able to get anything from the boy? The trauma seems like it's going to be astronomical...no wonder he isn't talking." I looked over to Morgan and I put my hand on top of his. He snapped out of whatever thought he was having and gave me a small, reassuring smile. Anytime we had a kid with sexual abuse it was especially hard for Morgan. And this seemed like it wasn't going to get any better for any of us. The plane was flying now and we were hours away. "When we land Morgan and Reid will go to the hospital and work with the boy. JJ and Rossi will go to the sight where to boy was found. We can't tell how far he was walking through the woods because it was raining when he was found. The dogs weren't able to find any trail. Prentiss your with me at the police station to interview the people who found the boy. It's hard to imagine but right now we can't rule out the un-sub going to find another boy now that this one escaped from them, or that there are multiple children in some sort of sex trafficking situation. We're going to find the guy who did this." We all agreed and I leaned back, still holding onto Morgan's hand. He turned his hand over and weaved his fingers with mine and squeezed. Hotch had send Morgan to the boy because of his ability to relate to him, and he sent me with Morgan to make sure Morgan was okay. Obviously that wasn't the only reason, but I was glad that Hotch put us together for this case.

-Klaus Pov-

I have seriously messed up. Dad is going to kill me when he finds me! Everyone kept telling me that it was going to be okay, but they didn't know my dad. They didn't know anything! Number 5 was always the one talking about escaping, and now it seemed wrong that it was me instead. Because I'm not smart like 5 or strong like Luther. I couldn't be charming like Allison. Hell even if Ben, Diego, or Vanya had gotten away it would have been better than me. I'm the family screw up! If anyone else got out they would be able to tell someone what was going on and send help for the others. But they wouldn't be able to do anything. Dad would kill all my siblings if anyone found out about us! Five would know what to do. "This sucks." I whispered to myself. 'Yea it does.'

-Morgan Pov-

"Let me do the talking at first, I don't want the Reid effect to shut this kid up forever." I said with sarcasm as Spencer rolled his eyes. We were walking towards the hospital room where our John Doe was being held. "I've gotten much better. Dogs don't even bark at me when I pass them anymore." Spencer said with a grin, probably glad to see me joking around. "I know your worried about me pretty boy. But I promise I will tell you if anything is bothering me. Honestly I think this whole case is going to bother all of us for awhile." Spencer agreed as we met with the doctor outside of the boys room. The doctor had a frown on his face as we introduced ourselves. "I can honestly say that I have never seen anything like this before in my eleven years of practice. The lights in the room are dimmed for his eyes, so please don't make it any brighter in the room. We can tell that his eyes are just hyper sensitive to light. They will get better with time, but it is easy to tell the boy was trapped in a dark place for a long time. He refuses to get on the hospital bed, and every time we try to put an IV in him he freaks out. So we are feeding him the best we can and giving him lots of water to drink. He could really use the IV for nutrients and his dehydration, but we don't want to do it unless we deem it necessary with the reactions we have been getting from him. And with all of his reactions and of the whole situation he is on suicide watch until further notice...and I'm not sure if how long he has gone without sleep. He hasn't sense he was found, and we don't know how long he was in the woods for." Spencer looked through the window of the room and frowned. "But I don't see him right now anywhere." He said with worry. "He is hiding under the bed. He goes under the bed any chance he gets." The doctor said. I felt my heart break a bit more as I turned to the door. Spencer took care of thanking the doctor and getting more information we would need as I slowly opened the door. If I weren't told differently I would have thought that the room was empty. But sure enough, when I lay on my front on the floor and faced the bed I saw a little boy curled up under the bed. I couldn't see all of him, but I could tell that he saw me. He pushed himself away from me, but stayed under the bed. I looked at his ankle where there was a cast, and there were bandages wrapped around his arms and legs. He had on a hospital gown and was practically hiding himself inside of it as he curled his legs up to his chest and wrapped his arms around himself. He was resting his head on the ground, his eyes looking right into mine. I put my profiling skills to use, but anyone could see this kid was terrified. But what was he so scared of? "Hey kid, my name is Morgan. I'm with the FBI." The boys eyes went wide and his lips started moving. "He is talking to himself," Spencer whispered, I turned to him. When had to gotten down on the ground next to me? This case was already getting to me. "My name is Doctor Spencer Reid, I'm also with the FBI." The boy's lips stopped moving and he looked confused. Spencer, despite the whole situation chuckled. "I'm not a doctor like the ones in this hospital. I'm a different doctor." The boy seemed to think about that for a few seconds before nodding his head in understanding. At least he was communicating with us, even if it wasn't verbal communication. "Are you hiding under the bed from the bad person who did this to you?" Spencer asked in a gentle voice. The boy nodded yes again, and put a finger in his mouth. Nervously biting his nails. "I used to bite my nails when I got nervous as a kid too." Spencer's smile was gentle, and he seemed to be making some sort of connection with the boy so I stayed silent. "Do you know what the FBI does?" He asked. The boy shook his head. "They protect people. They help people stay safe. Morgan and I came here because we heard that you were here and you needed protecting...is that true?" The boy nodded his head, so much that it seemed like he wanted to tell us something more. But Spencer didn't push, and instead he smiled. "Good! I'm glad were here to protect you. We wont make you do anything you don't want too. You can stay right there if you feel safe." The boy nodded again and Spencer sat up. I sat up too and smiled. "That was good pretty boy." I whispered, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "I didn't mean to interrupt you trying to connect with him." He said with a frown. "Hey, you did good. He wasn't having any of it with me. Looks like your his choice." I whispered. Spencer nodded and lay down on the ground again, I didn't completely lay on my front again, but I bent down enough to see that the boy was talking to himself again. Lips moving with no voice. But both Spencer and I knew that we couldn't push it, patience was going to have to be our tool right now if we wanted any answers from the young boy.

-Vanya's Pov-

"Five has been gone all day. He wasn't at dinner either." Ben said with tears in his eyes. After dad had dragged Five away we had to go to class with mom, and then after lunch dad came back without Five for training.

"You will not be able to save the world if you do not reach the full potential of your powers!" He shouted at us as we were forced to fight each other in combat. As far back as I could remember this was my life, our lives. Dad had always thought that we had super powers, and that we were going to save the world from the apocalypse. He raised us from birth training us. On our seventh birthday Five said that dad and mom were crazy, and that we didn't have powers. But anytime we tried to tell that to dad we would get punished, and it wasn't worth it. We knew that we would never be able to do what our parents wanted us too, but that never stopped them from trying.

"Five will be o-okay. Dad already lost one of his soldiers, so he w-wouldn't risk loosing another one." Diego said trying to comfort Ben. I was hoping that Five would be at dinner, but he didn't show up. And after we were done eating dad had pushed us into the hallway that held our rooms and locked the door. We each had our own room, they were only big enough to fit our blankets and a single pillow. And there was one bathroom at the end of the hallway, but there was only a toilet in it. There were no windows, and the only exit was from the door at the end of the hallway that dad always locked when we were sent to our rooms. "I should have stepped up and not Five." Luther said with guilt in his eyes. "Just because you are number 1 doesn't mean you have to protect us from dad all the time...this isn't anyone's fault." Allison said sitting next to Luther. We were all sitting in the hallway together. Luther didn't seem to be comforted by Allison's words. Dad had appointed him the leader of us. He was dad's favorite, number 1. Luther always felt a sense of responsibility to protect the rest of us because of his ranking. Dad always shouted at Klaus, calling him his disappointment of a child, but he had named Klaus number 4. And I was unlucky number 7. I knew that dad liked me the least. "I'm glad Klaus got away." I said with a small grin. "Y-yea, and he left the rest of us behind! G-good job he did running away!" Diego said with anger, losing control of his stutter. "Don't pretend like you wouldn't have." Allison said folding her arms. "Maybe he will be able to find someone who can help us." she said hopefully. "There is no one who wants to help us." Ben said looking up. It was silent after that, because we knew it was true. It stayed quite until the door to the hallway opened and mom came in carrying Five in her arms. He was passed out, and covered in bruises. He also had stitches on the side of his head. "He is okay, mom gave him so medication to help with the pain and keep him sleeping through the night. Take care of him now kids, and be ready when I get you all for breakfast." Mom said setting him on the ground before turning and leaving, the click of the lock echoing in my ears. "Help me pick him up and put him in his room." Luther said standing up. Ben and Diego did as Luther instructed, and the boys were able to get Five in a comfortable position on top of his blankets. Ben went to his room and grabbed his blankets laying them on top of a sleeping Five. "It's the least I can do for him." Ben whispered. "He did the right thing, if he didn't one of us would have. You get the worst of dad's training. If he did it to you again before the cuts could heal it would have been really bad...you would have done the same for us." Luther said to try and comfort Ben. "Let's all go to bed, before dad comes down to check on us." Everyone agreed, and before Ben could go to his room alone I grabbed his hand. "Sleep with me tonight. We can share my blankets sense you gave Five yours." Ben smiled and agreed and we both squeezed into my room. It was tight but we were able to cuddle each other and have enough room to be semi comfortable. We both rested out heads on the single pillow. Neither of us wanted to be alone, and it was nice to have someone close. Especially with Klaus gone now. "Do you think we will ever see Klaus again?" Ben asked, mirroring my thoughts. "Hopefully not. I hope he never comes back here again. He's safe now." I whispered, before closing my eyes.

-Klaus Pov-

"It can't be comfortable under that bed can it?" My eyes snapped open. I couldn't fall asleep. They would start to do training with me, or worse, take me back to dad. I couldn't let my guard down. I looked over to where Spencer was sitting beside the bed. He had a blanket and a few pillows around him. "If you want you can come out and sleep on top of the bed, but if not you can stay under there and I can give you some blankets and pillows." I didn't say or do anything and I heard Spencer sigh. He was mad, would he be like dad when he was mad too? I started to worry and Spencer frowned. "Hey, it's okay! I'm not upset with you. I promise!" He was smiling, and didn't look like he was going to reach under the bed and try to grab me so I took a few deep breaths to calm down like Allison taught me to. "Are you worried that something is going to happen if you fall asleep?" Spencer asked. I nodded and he had a look that I couldn't read on his face. "How would you feel about sleeping with me or Morgan? We're here to protect you remember? Nothing will happen to you if you fall asleep with one of us." I frowned, I didn't know that I could trust the FBI. "You can hold my hand the whole time, and I wont let go until you wake up. I promise." I was so tired I almost believed him. The hunger I had felt before wasn't hurting me anymore, and my body had felt so heavy once I was full. 'You wont be able to stay awake much longer. Five always tells me that it's impossible to stay awake for a long time.' I thought about it. "If I am going to fall asleep, it would be better to do it with Spencer or Morgan. They said they were the FBI and they protect people. They are here to protect me."

-Morgan Pov-

We watched at the boys lips moved, talking to himself. Spencer and I couldn't have hidden our smiles if we had tried to when the young boy slowly came out from under the bed. He looked confused, as if he didn't know what to do next. I saw the slight fear in his posture, as if he was about to get hurt because he didn't know what to do. "Don't worry buddy. You can sleep wherever you want to. Do you want to get in the bed? Or on the couch?" Spencer whispered. The boy shook his head back and forth. "Okay, that's fine." Spencer said not pushing the bed. There may be a triggering reason he didn't want to sleep on the bed and this was major progress. So the kid was going to sleep wherever he chose. My jaw almost dropped in surprise when the small boy climbed into Spencer's lap. I gave credit to Spencer as he wrapped the boy up in one of the hospital blankets and didn't let his own shock show as the boy practically cuddled into Spencer's embrace. "You will protect me right? If I sleep here?" The boy whispered, his hand grabbing Spencer's shirt in a tight grip. "I promise. I won't let you go until you want me too." Spencer whispered. "Thank you." Spencer smiled. "Can you tell me your name? So I can help you?" The boy's eyes were shut, and I thought that he was already asleep, but he opened his mouth and whispered "My name is number four." The boy let out a heavy sigh and his head dropped onto Spencer's shoulder, and he was sleeping within seconds. Neither of us dared to move or say anything. I held up my phone to Spencer before going to the door to let him know I was going to call Hotch. Spencer smiled to me, before looking back down at the boy sleeping in his arms.

"Your on speaker Morgan, how are things with the John Doe?" Hotch asked on the phone.

"Spencer was able to make a connection with the boy. It's terrible guys. I've never seen PTSD like this before. He was hiding under the bed when we got here."

"So were not going to be able to get much from the boy, which sucks because we are turning up empty everywhere else." Rossi said.

"Spencer was able to get the boy to speak. He is terrified that someone is coming after him. I believe that were dealing with multiple kids here. He wasn't the only one being held by this maniac. But he was the only one able to get away."

"What makes you say that?" JJ asked.

"The boy only started opening up to us after Spencer told him that we are here to protect him, and he was hiding under the bed when we first got here because he was hiding from whoever has been holding him captive. He is sleeping with Spencer now, but right before he fell asleep Spencer asked him his name." I had to pause to swallow back the bile in the back of my throat. "He said his name was number four."

No one said anything for a few seconds and I checked to see if my call was still connected.

"So there are at least three more...and the only lead we have is too traumatized to help us." Prentiss said, breaking the silence.

"Morgan, you and Spencer are to stay there with the kid and keep working with him. Hopefully we will be able to get more from him. If not it's up to us to find the rest of the kids." Hotch said.

I sighed. "We will try our best, but our work is cut out for us here." I said .

"Us too, there are no leads on our end either. But we will get this guy, and save the rest of the children." Hotch said before hanging up.

I put my phone back in my pocket and turned to the window of the room, even though it was dark I could see Spencer holding the boy in his arms. Now that he was out from under the bed it was easier to see all the bruises and cuts he had. My blood boiled, but one look at Spencer gently holding the boy in his arms and rocking back and forth calmed me a bit. "Don't worry buddy. Were going to save all those kids. And that bastard will never hurt you again."