Where is Jack Hotchner

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Rossi and Bailey: Oscar De LA Torre

Rossi pulled up to the small house. From the outside, it looked like a two-story, friendly neighbor home. A black short Fence wrapping around the house.  Nice greened mowed lawn,  with a flower garden along the front of the house. A small shepherd-looking dog lounged in the front of the house on its porch.

Rossi snorted. "They always look so normal."

Bailey reached for his gun, before climbing out of the SUV.  "Don't they always. What I want to know is how in the hell, was he allowed buying a home here." Seeing the look of confusion on Rossi, he gestured down the street. "There is a school just down the street from here. Elementary if I'm not mistaken."

Rossi shook his head in disgust. "With so many on the list, they don't care. There are lots of ways to get on the list." As he got closer to the gate, he thought of a way in how to get into the house. With a small smirk, he shared a look with Bailey. "But it is our duty to make sure there are no kids inside."

Bailey chuckled. "That's right." Opening the gate, he grabbed the dog by the scruff as he ran up to them. "Pretty small for a guard dog."

Rossi eyed the dog. "Perfect to attract a child."

Dropping the dog, they proceeded towards the house. It was quiet, but still, the sound of the television was enough to let them know someone was home. Knocking twice they announced themselves. A tall and blacked haired man answered the door.

"Oscar de la Torre?" Rossi asked.

The man nodded. "What can I do for you agents?" He seemed polite and not nervous at all.

Bailey took over. "Routine check-up, we are to check your home and car."

The man sighed. "It has been years since that. Believe it or not, I have not been near a kid since I got out of jail."

Rossi eyes him but shrugged. "The law is the law. Now sit while we look."

They practically tore the house apart and found nothing. No kids toys, clothes, or even pictures. They found to basement or attic, the ceiling had nothing or nowhere to hide someone. The garage was clean, so was his car. Jack was not there, still...just maybe.

Rossi walked over to him. "I want the truth. I don't care about your past or what you are currently doing now." The man scoffed. "I just want to know if you have seen him." He held out Jack's picture. "Maybe on a website or someone clamming to have bought him? Anything?"

Oscar shook his head. "I haven't been anywhere near any of that, I wouldn't be able to help you."

Rossi growled. "Look, man. I know you have. You are all the same. Do you think that urge or yours is going to simply go away?! You can control it now maybe, but soon it will get tired and make you do something stupid." Leaning forward he placed both hands on each side of the chair, trapping him as he leaned in closer. "And when you do I will be the first one to send you back to prison."

"No!" Oscar shouted, jumped to his feet, and pacing. "N-not prison. You don't know what they did to me! They did things! Horrible things! I don't and won't go back!"

Rossi smirked. "Then help me."

"I don't know his name, but I have met him twice. He gives me tapes and I give him the name of children in the area." Oscar cried.

"Where are the tapes?" Bailey asked, his tone a bit more gentle than Rossi's. Following the pointing fingers of the man he frowned. There was nothing, he was standing in the middle of the living room. As he took a step towards Oscar the floor squeaked. His frown getting bigger, he kneeled on one knee and tampered with the flooring. One of the pieces pulled off, underneath was a white pillowcase with what he knew were the tapes.

Rossi grabbed the man by the front of his shirt. "I will be coming back every day. I find one tape, just one! And I will send you to prison, am I clear?"

Oscar nodded his head rapidly. It's a wonder the man didn't get whiplash. "I understand sir."

Letting his go ruffly both agents headed to the car. Rossi reached down for the puppy and took him. He will not allow this man anything to attract the attention of any children. As they climbed in they both looked at the bag.

Rossi sighed, placing the puppy in the back seat. "Garcia is going to hate me for this."

Bailey nodded. "Who else can go over them?"

"We all could, but Garcia is the only one with the tech smarts." Rossi drove off casting one last look at the house. "They always look so normal." With another heavy sigh, he dialed the number.

"My Italian stallion, please give me some good news." Garcia gushed.

Rossi smiled weakly. "Well I can say that Jack being here is good news, but we still don't know where he is."

"So nothing from Oscar." Garcia grumbled. "Did you find anything at all?"

"I was hoping you didn't ask." Rossi said. "We have a few tapes of children Oscar would get in returned he had to give another mad information on kids in the area."

Garcia snapped her pencil. "That sick son of a-"

"Easy kitten." Rossi smiled.

"How many tapes?" Garcia asked, having taken a few breaths.

Bailey reached for the bag and counted. Wincing as he looked back at Rossi. "67."

"Oh lord." Garcia whimpered. "Ahh, okay. I can do this. I have seen worse. Maybe. I think I have. Oh Lord, I am losing it."

Rossi gave the agent a worried look. "Garcia, it's okay. If you can't go through this the teams and I will go through them."

Garcia shook her head. "No! I can't let Hotch see that. Not yet. What if Jack is in there, no bring them to me and only me. I have to make sure."

Rossi swallowed hard, he wasn't sure how she was going to handle this. "Alright kitten, we are a few minutes away."

"Okay, I'll be here."  Garcia clicked the phone off. She knew she couldn't go through this, but she had to. She couldn't let the team and Hotch look at them. Not until she was sure what was on them and that Jack was not in there. If hotch saw that, well she wasn't sure what he would do. Something worse than the fate of the reaper that's for sure. Walking into the living room, she smiled softly at the sleeping boy. Kiroy was a sweet and very bright boy. He was into technology like her and seems interested in the agents as well. After she fed him and gave him clothes the boy had grabbed a book and fell asleep on the couch. Still, she wonder who would take him.