Where is Jack Hotchner

Big brother

Hotch was thinking this was all a mistake. He really hopes it was. Sean had been a mess since last year. In the last month, Hotch had to bail him out of jail. One for cocaine possession and the other for a fight that he caused at a bar. That was only in the last month. He's tried all he could to help, but Sean wanted no help. He made it very clear. Yet, his brother wasn't that lost to take his son. So why take him? What for?

Arriving at the apartment complex he dashed in, ignoring security and valet. As he reached the apartment Hotch un-holstered his gun and kicked in the door. Sean was on the couch high off his crap. Hotch searched the entire place, but Jack was nowhere to be found.

"Sean." Hotch kneeled before his dragon chasing brother. "Hey!"

"Aaron?" Sean laughed stupidly. "What are you doing here? You want a hit?"

Hotch clenched his jaw. "Where is Jack?"

Sean frowned. "He was...I don't know...School?"

Hotch sighed, he was too far out to think clearly. Grabbing his arm, he half walk-half carried his brother to the shower. Although the father in him wanted nothing but beat him for answers, Sean needed to be clear-minded first. He needed to be able to talk with him. Find out where his son is. Then and only then will he beat him. Dropping him in the tub, Hotch turned on the cold water.

Sean gasped and gagged fighting the water. "What the fuck Aaron?!"

"Where is Jack?" Hotch questioned.

"I-" His eyes widened in shock. "Oh god."

"What?!" Hotch yelled. "Where is jack!?"

"I-I don't know." He lied.

"We have you on camera. We have a sketch of you. We have a witness!" Hotch was losing his patience. "Where is my son?!"

"I sold him!" Sean yelled/cried. If Sean feared something worse than his father it was Hotch. Although the man can hold it together, he had the same temperament their father had. They responded the same and sounded the same. Hotch was a lot like their father than they wanted to admit. 

Hotch swore he was punched in the gut. "W-what?" He surely heard wrong. "Sold?"

"I-I had no money for- and- Oh god Hotch...I'm sorry." Sean mumbled.

Hotch was having problems breathing. His son was sold. He was sold by his uncle. Someone he trusted. His own blood. "You sold my son! Your nephew! And you ask for my forgiveness?!" Grabbing him by the shirt, he pulled him out of the tub and onto the ground. "How could you, he is my son Sean! Who has him?!"

"I don't know." Sean whispered.

Hotch punched him a few times. "Who took him?!"

"I don't know Aaron! I didn't see him!" Sean cried, covering his face from the blows. As a child, he never endured the blows his father gave them. Aaron was always the one to take them for both. "Please stop!"

"You have any idea what you did!? You sold him to a pedophile Sean! You got any idea what he must be going through!" Hotch was getting rage-block. The same rage block he got with Foyet. Same one his daddy had. The problem was he didn't know it was happening. Nor the non-stop beating he was giving his little brother.