A/N: Hello! Welcome back, if you're returning, or welcome if this is your first time. This is part 4 (wow!) of my ongoing series with Spencer Reid and my OC - Zoe. There was some confusion to why I stopped the last story where I did, and honestly, I just felt like it was time to change things up, and I had an idea that would take too many chapters to keep it continued in Home. So here, is Part 4 - Torn to Pieces. I encourage everyone to review, give feedback, whichever. If you're just now clicking, the other stories can be found on my profile (: Enjoy!

Spencer was numb.

Zoe, however, was screaming. Hysterical. Crying inconsolably.

To be honest, he watched the scene on mute. Like the world had suddenly gone silent. He watched as his wife shouted at the officer. At Morgan. And then at him. She'd never shouted at him, never the less even raised her voice towards him, and now she was unleashing a fury in his direction unlike he'd ever seen. And all he could do is stare. Was he in shock?

She's gone! she screamed, although it was as if he heard it underwater. She'd fallen to the floor, clutching her round stomach, her curls flying every which way.

He leaned against the wall. Oddly enough, a memory from their honeymoon came floating back to him. Zoe wearing a blue sun dress and laughing above him, straddling him and talking as the rich fragrant breeze from outside filled the room and moved her hair gracefully. I love you she whispered down at him.

"This is your job!" she was screaming, choking out words between sobs.

She hated him. No, she didn't, said some logical voice in the back of her mind, but the grief, the terror, they were louder. He should have been here.

But it was her fault.

"I'll be right back, Nat." she called at her daughter, who splashed in the kiddie pool in the front yard. She rushed, as fast as a pregnant woman could rush, to the front door and inside for a towel, which she had forgotten to grab when she had set out to fill up the small pool. It was only half a minute, maybe even 60 seconds, top. And when she returned, it was like all of her nightmares, all of her anxieties and worries had come to light. She'd heard her daughter scream, she heard the tires screech.

She was gone.

At first she had been operating on reflex. She'd calmly dialed the phone, less than calmly explained the situation to the operator, and by the time the police showed up she was bordering on unhinged.

When she finally called Spencer, she was hardly comprehensible.

For some reason, out of nowhere, Spencer was knocked out of his numbness. His eyes focused on his wife, and he reached for her, falling to his knees.

"Zoe." he said sternly. A sob caught in her throat as he surprised her. He set his hand on the back of her neck and rubbed away a tear with his thumb. "Listen to me. If you remain this hysterical, something could happen to our baby." he touched her stomach, and felt excited kicks within. "I swear to god, Zo, there isn't anything that can stop me from finding her. I'm going to do this, and it's going to be okay."

She bent her head down and wailed, grasping his hand and squeezing. "They're hurting her." she whispered.

And though a tiny piece of Spencer knew that was true, he would not allow the thought to enter his mind, otherwise, he'd be just as broken as Zoe.

The team had worked cases of loved ones before, and even cases of their fellow team members. But this, this was different. This child was one they'd grown to love as much as her father, and they began work with more fervor and determination than ever before.

Garcia, looking unusually un-spunky, had arrived to the BAU headquarters in pajamas and lacking makeup. She tried to remain stable and she sifted through every traffic light camera footage she could get her hands on. As for now, it was all she could do.

Technically, working this case was a conflict of interest. But nobody had time for technically, they could deal with internal affairs later. After they found Natalie.

To Spencer, it was clear this wasn't random. There was a vendetta against him, there had to be, because nothing else made sense. Of course, children were randomly abducted by strangers everyday, but the numbers didn't add up. This was personal.

Natalie sat in the crate in the back of the van, crying. It was so dark. She cried out for her mommy, her daddy - she wondered, in the innocent way a child does, what she had done wrong to deserve this.

She was curled up against the back corner of the crate, hugging her knees to her chest, shivering. She wanted her bed, she wanted her blanket and her mommy and her daddy and she didn't want this.

It was so cold in the back of the van, like the inside of the fridge. She'd never been so cold. Again, she cried out for her parents.

As the team began to work around her, Zoe felt detached. She felt broken, torn open, like something inside her had been ripped out. She was so close to having the baby, it was due in less than a month. She had a beautiful house, a beautiful family, and it had all suddenly been smashed to pieces.

She wandered the house aimlessly, trying to remain calm physically, because the baby's furious kicking concerned her. She wanted to return to hours before, to not dash inside without her daughter. To redo it all, and keep her safe.

Zoe was a person who knew things. She had plans, she understood things, she absorbed her surroundings and they made sense. But this didn't make sense. This broke her.

She found herself back in her and Spencer's bedroom. She smoothed the blankets on the bed, and then stood before the mirror, looking at her soft, pregnant form. She cradled her stomach, whispering things to the baby within.

"Daddy's going to fix it." she said softly, as though reassuring not only the baby, but herself. "And it'll be like nothing ever happened."