Tape and Glue

Under The Sea

After a couple of hours, the duo walked back into the station, standing slightly closer to each other than what they had done when they left.

"Hotch! We have a name!" Morgan said as they walked over to the reference board, looking at the many images of crime scenes and locals.

"So! At first I wasn't sure, but then I heard about his connection with our other suspect, the son of the inn owner, Joshua Beardsley. Now it makes sense!" Spencer began writing on the board, his motions very frantic and quick but he was sure in his theory.

Hotch turned his head slightly to the side in confusion, waiting for the younger agent to continue his explanation.

"Owen Porter! He was best friends with the son, Joshua Beardsley."

"When Joshua left town, Owen felt abandoned and now that Joshua has returned, he is lashing out at everyone who leaves the town. Owen's father is strongly suspected of abuse."

"I know it isn't enough, but let's just visit him? I can't explain, but I have a strong feeling it's him" Spencer looked at Hotch who nodded firmly.

He grabbed his phone, dialling the usual number.

"Garcia? Owen Porter, can you send his address?"

"Aye aye, captain!" Garcia cheerfully said and frantic typing noises filled the silence.

"Sent to your phones! Go save the day my heroes!"

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The house looked like any other 'normal' house in the area. They were all white, had perfect lawns and newly painted white fences, Hotch knew better though - he knew how fake such things could be.

The house was on a small road next to the ocean. Each house had their own little dock, so that was where he had sent Spencer.

He knew that Spencer didn't want to be cuddled and despite his various attempts, he just wasn't ready to join in a takedown.

Spencer therefore stood on the wooden docks, looking at the garden and neighbourhood, while knowing exactly why he was sent there.

The door opened and Hotch took a step backwards,

"Mr. Porter, is your son at home?" Hotch tried to ask politely but an unprofessional amount of anger seeped through at every pause.

"What's it to you? Mr. Porter laughed. Hotch lost all control and stormed into the room. "Turn that off!" he yelled towards JJ who hurried over and turned off the loud tv.

Mr. Porter hurried towards his wife, holding her painfully tight

Hotch turned towards Mrs. Porter and stared at her. "Did you know?" he asked quickly and she stared at her husband. "Don't know what you're talking about!" Mr. Porter yelled at him.

Mrs. Porter looked frantically around and relaxed a little when Prentiss walked towards her. "Not for sure. Not until last night. He came home covered in blood," she whispered and Hotch continued to stare at the man.

"He's not here but the window is open!" Rossi said, coming out from the boy's room. Hotch nodded quickly, turning his gaze towards the terrified woman. This whole situation was reminding him of too many things. His childhood, Reid's childhood and Nathan... That damn bastard.

"It's not the first time you've washed blood out of his clothes, is it?" Hotch gently asked her and she slowly shook her head.

"Don't answer them Martha!" the husband yelled, walking furiously towards his wife. Hotch quickly got up and stood in front of him.