Where is Jack Hotchner

Almost there

⚠️TW.⚠️ Some of his might he disturbing.

The moment she spoke the name, she knew it was recognized. "That name." Searching it up, she frowned. "That's the perv Emily and Morgan went to! They-they didn't find him and he didn't come back."

Hotch growled slightly. "Send me the address!" Running out of the house, he was intercepted by his team coming back.

"Hotch what's going on?" JJ asked.

"We have a name." Hotch gasped. "Jerry Thomas."

"Thomas?!" Morgan shared a look with Emily. "We were there, he wasn't there and there was nothing that indicated he had Jack there. Or even been in that house."

"We need to go back." Hotch ordered. "I don't want Garcia left alone, she has Kilroy."

"I'll stay with her." Kate offered. "Keep me posted."

Time jump:

By the time they pulled up in front of the house, the sun was pushing over the mountains. It had been three days since Jack had been taken. And although Hotch knew they were close, he couldn't help but think just what Jack might be going through. Glancing up at the new sky of a new day, he begged for the chance to hold his son once more.

Somewhere:

He hissed as he placed a pack of ice onto his crotch. Just when he thought he was making leeway with his boy, the brat kicks him. He hadn't even tried anything that time, just wanted to give the brat some clean clothes and food. It's been two days since the boy last ate and showered. He had been lenient with him, but it was time to start training him. Making him into the perfect one for him.

BAU:

By the time the sun was fully up, the team had torn the house apart. Morgan had proceeded to hammer holes into the walls, looking for any compartments hiding within the walls. The others were ransacking the drawers, closets, boxes, and cabinets. Nathan found a hidden door leading to an attic. With the help of Clay, he was boosted up. While he was busy with that, Clay took Reid and Emily out into the property. There was a small shed in the back.

Nathan crawled through the dust. What he found odd was the fact that there were no cobwebs. Someone had been up here recently. As he reached the end he found an old crib-size mattress. A bucket on the side reeking of piss. Using his flashlight he gave out a shaky breath at seeing blood on the mattress. There was a dog collar attached to a chain that was bolted to a beam. Reaching for a black bag on the side, he discovered it filled with clothes. Banging on the wood bellow him, he made a hole.

"Yo!"

Hotch was the first to appear. "Did you find anything?"

"I'm not sure." He didn't want to cause a panic in Hotch. "Have Morgan make a hole in the roof. I found a few things, but I can't be sure anything belongs to Jack."

"Morgan!"

"Yeah?" Walking into the hallway, he glanced up. "What is it?"

Hotch aimed to the hole Nathan had made. "Make it large enough for him to get out."

Backing up a bit, he swung the mullet up slamming it against the roof. It took about four swings to make the hole. "Done."

Nathan crawled forward popping his head over the hole. "Incoming." Dragging the bags towards him, he pushed them out. "There are about six bags of clothes."

Hotch used his knife, cutting the bags open. You had clothes of both girls and boys, of all ages and sizes. He reached in to pull some out only to touch something rough. Grabbing whatever it was he pulled it to find a shirt drenched in old dried blood. Hotch gaped at the item in his hand, holding it open he nearly gagged. It was toddler size. "A-anything else?"