Where is Jack Hotchner

Hotch

THE BAU:

Hotch was pacing the living room, it had been eight hours since his son was taken. Frank knew he was close to losing it, the trick was catching it just in time. He didn't want his brother's team, to see that side of him. But at the same time, he couldn't ask the man to not react. It was reasonable. But the major problem was Hotch was a physical man, he got angry and threw punches.

Hotch kept glancing at his watch, eight hours and 25 minutes. He was waiting for Garcia to find something, anything that got them closer to finding his son. He was losing the little patients he had. The last thing he wanted was to hurt one of his teammates. Pacing the room was a way of controlling his anger, gave him something to do.

About three hours later, Garcia walked out. Just by the look on her face, they knew. She found nothing. Hotch kicked the chair in front of him. Then the table and couch. He slammed the door out, as he stormed out of the house. Nobody moved. No one knew what to do. With Foyet, Hotch lost it at the last moment. Here he was already out of control. He needed something to help him rid of all of that.

Frank who at the time was sitting on the couch, stood with a heavy sighed. "Who were the ones to help him through Hailey's death?"

JJ frowned. "We all did."

"No, I don't mean by presence or helping him overcome it." Frank replied.

"Then how?" Reid asked.

Frank glanced out the window. Hotch was pacing the yard, agitated and pissed off. "I mean physically. Who did he hit? Punch? Scream at?"

Rossi glanced at each of his teammates. "No one. He took some time off and then came back."

Frank chuckled. "So not once has he exploded? Lash out? Yell? Broke protocol? Besides killing Foyet barehanded, did he ever release his pint-up rage?" The group shrugged. The oldest Hotchner glanced at JJ. "You're dating him, he ever hit the punching bag? Gym?"

JJ shook her head. "Why should he have?"

"You don't know him, do you?"

Morgan slammed his hand on the table. "Cut the bullshit and tell us!"

"Hotch, ever since he was little, had trouble controlling his emotions. Mother tried all sorts of things, to get him to open. He'd only talk to me. Then I left, fed up with our father and mother. Still kept in touch with Aaron, but not as much as I should have. I knew what my father was doing to him, but my hatred for the man was stronger than my brotherly love at that time. When I returned to take him out of the house, he was worse. Closer, distant, full of hate and rage. Lashed out for every little thing and cried for the others. I tried therapist and behavior doctors, but all they said was to medicate him. I then found the perfect solution for him." Frank spoke, keeping his eyes on the agent outside.

"How?" Kate asked.

Frank shrugged, glancing at the brunette. "Same way I do. Punching it out. We have one thing and only one thing in common with our father. We get angry and we get physical. Now unlike him, we know how to control it."

"But he is not stable now." Reid replied.

Frank glanced back at his brother only to freak out. "Shit!" Pushing past the group he ran out and into the basement. The others arrived in time to see Frank tackle his brother to the ground. Rossi ran to Sage and winced at the new bruises on his face. Frank gave Hotch two good punches before pinning his arms above his head.