**3RD PERSON POV

"I need to understand why Bridget was in the car, that's all. I can't comprehend how you managed and came up with the idea to bring my daughter with us on a case involving a man whose probable goal was to kidnap her and do God knows what." Hotchner groans, resting his arm on his desk and rubbing his forehead violently with his other arm.

Rossi looks relaxed but noticeably distraught as well. Especially when being interrogated by the one and only Aaron Hotchner, one had no reason to be perfectly still in front of such an intimidating man. Then again, the two men go way back, which is more than likely the reasoning behind Rossi's demeanor.

"Aaron, Bridget was interested in this case! Kiddo just wanted to see what all the fuss was about. I figured as long as she stayed in the car, things would be just fine. Then again, making an assumption was a poor choice. I never meant to hurt-"

Aaron stands up angrily and slams his fists on the desk. Rossi remains as straight as a stick and watches him closely.

"I still don't get it." Hotchner proclaims. "I don't know what to do with you, Dave." He puts his hands up in mock surrender.

The two men allow uncalled-for silence to linger in the air as they ponder about everything they are discussing. Hotchner eventually sits back down in his chair, but makes direct eye contact with Rossi. Hotchner tilts his head slightly and squints his eyes. As Unit Chief, Aaron Hotchner has a huge decision to make.

"Look," Hotchner sighs, "You have proved to be a loyal and valuable asset to the team. At a time like this, we cannot afford to lose someone like you. Dave, I swear to God if this happens again, there will be consequences."

Rossi cracks a smile, his one eye squinting more than the other. He knows that Hotchner was not about to fire him. After all, he has been a part of the team for decades. They shake hands and stand up.

"The team is conducting research, we need to head to the conference room." Hotchner informs, straightening is suit.

Rossi nods in acknowledgment and they stroll down the hallway and into the room. The team is discussing the next steps to take.

"Dave." Rossi turns to face Hotchner. "I mean what I said. This is something carbonara won't fix."

With a slight nod, Rossi begins to make his way towards the others.

"Hotch." Spencer demands, waving him over. "Garcia is running a test to check for any missing teens in the area."  

"Good. Does she have the specifics? Sex, age, hair color, eye color?" 

"Yes, on it already. We gave that to her a couple minutes ago."

"Guys! Guys!" Garcia prances in, almost on cue. 

The women smile as she enters the room. She slides iPads to the team while Hotchner and Rossi find their seats.

"Here I have three other sixteen to seventeen year old girls that went missing prior to Bridget's disappearance." Garcia clicks the remote to proceed to the first image, and Emily's hand glides over Hotchner's, hugging his. "Here is Ally Cunningham. She had just come home from taking her drivers test and was taking her younger brother to his game. She was last seen at approximately 3:03 p.m. walking towards her car. After that, nothing was heard in regards to her well-being or location and was eventually found deceased in her home along with her father."

Emily is on the verge of tears as she listens to Garcia speak. The thought of her own daughter dead and nowhere to be seen is causing significant stress. Although her hopes are to comfort her husband, her own emotions need to be aligned. Hotchner is showing no physical distress which is not a surprise. In spite of his cool and collected demeanor, everyone in the room can feel sadness and concern radiating off of him. 

"Cause of death?" Hotchner quickly fires.

"The father was stabbed multiple times, and the daughter committed suicide. She was the cause of her father's death, sir." Garcia informs.

"Did any of the victims survive?" Rossi questions, facing Garcia.

"Yes," She begins happily, "the other two girls, Abigail Schultz and Erin Dahlem are currently alive."

"How long ago did their incidents occur?" 

"Abigail's happened two years ago and Erin's happened four years ago." She clarifies. "Ally's happened nearly six years back. . ."

"So there is quite a visible pattern in regards to when and how he is planning these kidnappings." Luke points out.

"Where do the women reside now?" Hotchner asks Garcia politely.

She starts to type away frantically on her iPad and receives an answer in seconds.

"Abigail still lives here in Midway Beach, but Erin moved to Madison, Wisconsin shortly after the incident." 

Everyone is silent as they absorb the information. Wheels are turning in all of their minds as they become cognizant of the kind of person they are dealing with. 

"Hotch, does this sort of scenario seem familiar to you?" JJ inquires, reclining in her chair.

Hotchner pauses briefly and glances towards JJ, resting his chin on top of his clenched fist. All eyes are on him as he processes everything, the puzzle pieces slowly coming together as the dots connect. 

"Lewis." He mutters, his head perking up instantly.

"Mr. Scratch?" Spencer gasps, clearly confused at the idea of someone imitating the infamous Peter Lewis.

"He stalked Jack and I years ago in not only a similar setting, but in a similar way. Before we decide to dig further into who this person could be, we still have Kyle to figure out. Kyle was not at his home and has not been active on any social media or used any form of payment like a credit or debit card. Home was unkempt and clearly unused. Determing who Kyle is will be our first step into finding where our daughter is." He states, turning to Emily as she offers him a soft, encouraging smile.

Garcia conducts rapid research on the name Kyle Hart and instantly has something to say.

"Sir, I may have some valuable findings here." Garcia explains, sending the records of Kyle Hart to each person's iPad. "All of this information was either blocked or recently added. The home was his, but everything else is completely new and odd information."

"So you're implying that Kyle Hart is deceased?" Emily gapes, re-reading what the records say.

The team is dumbfounded as they shake their heads in complete astonishment. Kyle Hart passed away eleven years ago. He never was alive during this case to begin with.

"How the hell-" Luke asserts. "You saw Kyle Hart at the park. Isn't that what Bridget said too? We had her sit down and talk about it. She pointed to this image and said it was the man she saw. Something is not adding up right."

"Obviously, this person is cosplaying as Kyle Hart. Whether he was a friend, coworker, boss, or relative to him, there is some sort of obsession or desire to be like him that is occurring."

"We have no way of determining who the person behind this is." Spencer proclaims, turning towards Hotchner. "Hotch, can you pull up the candid picture you took of Kyle?" 

Hotchner nods and opens up his phone. He scrolls for a couple moments and then turns the phone towards the team. He holds it in his phone still and spins it so everyone can have a good view of the image.

"I just do not understand. The Kyle Hart in this photo looks identical to the one you took at the game. This is not a good sign." Luke groans.

All that lingers in everyone's mind is the idea of Bridget Hotchner being held hostage for such a long time. It was growing later in the day and time was more scarce than ever before.

"In order to find out more about Kyle Hart and his mysterious workings, I'm going to need Emily and Luke to interview Abigail." Hotchner demands.

They accept the request with no hesitation and prepare to drive over to Abigail's current place of residency.

"Spencer, JJ, and I will fly to Wisconsin in order to meet with Erin. Wheels up in 30." Hotchner waves a finger in the air and pushes himself away from the table.

As Rossi and Emily exit the room, Rossi nods at Hotchner as a sign of respect. Although Rossi was suspended from the case for the day, their respect for one another is still there. 

Once Rossi exits, Emily plants a kiss on Hotchner's forehead and convinces him that everything will be fine. The couple hugs for nearly a minute until Hotchner lets go of his wife to board the jet.

"Madison, huh?" JJ remarks with a smile. "We haven't been to Wisconsin in years as it is. I wonder why she chose to move to a place like such."

"From what Garcia could discover, there is nothing special or noticeable about why she moved away from Virginia. Our only assumption right now is that she moved because of what happened to her."

"Actually, family, romance, and careers are the top defining reasons on why people move. On average, people move and live in more than 10 homes in their lifetime. Psychologists have pinpointed the stress as emanating from the fact that most people see their homes as a safe haven." Spencer blurts as he watches and feels the jet take off.

Hotchner and JJ make brief eye contact for a moment. JJ raises her eyebrows and stifles a laugh. Even Hotchner cracks the world's smallest smile. 

"You're right. We are in no position to assume why Erin moved." Hotchner agrees with a shrug. 

JJ, Spencer, and Hotchner sit in silence for the rest of the plane ride and ponder about the case. 

"Thank God I brought a coat with me. It is so cold here." JJ comments, tightening the jacket around her thin torso. 

Hotchner leans back and inhales the cool autumn air. The breeze felt nice against his skin. Spencer, on the other hand, was carefully observing his surroundings. With each step he took, an extra glance to the right or left side was added. The three gathered in a near pavilion and sat down to sort out their plan.

"So, Erin's home is just around the corner up ahead. Are you guys ready?" JJ asks, pulling some sort of energy bar out of her pocket.

"Ready as I'll ever be." Hotchner shrugs, watching two teenage boys skateboard across the intersection.

They look at each other and nod as they stand up in preparation to head to her home. The team was ready, but would Erin be? 

Once they reach her home, they three stop in their steps a they look at the home. Even the home itself looks so tranquil that it is hard to even accept the idea of potentially disturbing it. Her home was a petite soft blue home that rested in the corner of the street. Flowers lined the perimeter of the home and pebbles lay precisely against the pavement in an aesthetic way. 

Hotchner suddenly decides to break the silence and heads toward the door. Spencer and JJ make swift eye contact and follow close behind him. Hotchner pounds on the door and waits for a response. 

Within moments, the door cracks open revealing a slender young man with curly blonde hair.

"Uh, hi. Can I help you?" He asks, his eyebrows resting in a sharp V.

"We are with the FBI Behavior Analysis Unit. I am Unit Chief Aaron Hotchner along with Dr. Spencer Reid and SSA Jareau. We are looking for an Erin. Erin Dahlem, that is."

The man stands in the doorway completely stunned at the sight of three FBI agents on his doorstep. He swallows and attempts to hide is discomfort.

"I am Alex, her fiancé. One moment please." 

Hotchner nods in acceptance and Alex shuts the door slightly. He shouts his wife's name, and she responds. 

"She's coming." He adds. "Oh, come on in, I am sorry. Would you like anything to drink?"

"No thank you, I am fine." Hotchner insists, slipping through the opening of the door.

"I will take a water if you don't mind, thank you." Spencer request politely.

JJ declines the offer as well and follows behind Spencer and Hotchner. Alex guides them over to the couch where Erin is seated. Erin seems like a reserved woman, but resembles Bridget a lot. Hotchner is taken aback by the resemblance but remains collected for the time being. Erin has long chestnut brown hair and brown eyes. Her eyes are deep sunken, and it looks like she has not slept well in days.

"Hi Erin, we are with the Behavior Analysis Unit of the FBI. My name is Jennifer Jareau, but please call me JJ. These are my colleagues, Dr. Spencer Reid and Unit Chief Aaron Hotchner."

"Hi." She waves lightly, the cup of coffee in her other hand jiggling as she speaks.

"We are hear to ask you a couple questions about an incident that happened four years back . . . are you aware of what I am talking about?"

Erin's eyes begin to bulge and her hand begins to tremble. "Yes." She mutters, her eyes locked on something a couple feet away.

Hotchner turns towards her fiancé and asks him politely to exit the home unit the interview is over. He obliges and leaves out the back door.

"Are you willing to tell us about it, Erin?" JJ pries, attempting to make eye contact with her.

As JJ continues to speak, Erin's eyes grow wider ,and her hand nearly loses grip of the mug. Spencer and Hotchner make eye contact, their brows burrowed as they think about what her physical movements are showing them.

"Uh-uh, yes. Yes, I can-can speak about it." She agrees, nodding her head rapidly.

Her tremor is spreading like some sort of disease. The tremor began in her hands and has already moved up to her head and affected her speaking.

"I'm going to need a moment to recollect everything." She sighs, causing the team to look at each other with concern.