Taken [Kidnapping/Case](Open)

[Constable Ainsley Rossi]

Ainsley read through the file that JJ had passed out. She was on her last official week with the Bureau; from here on out, she'd be employed strictly by the Department of Justice's Task force as a liasion between them and INTERPOL...since she had married Dave, things at work had gotten complicated. But they had found a satisfactory compromise, and for now, she was to behave professionally and stay on her side of the Bullpen. Field work was more of a grey area, however, since the course of thier work required them to interact.

She climbed into the Suburban, behind Dave, letting Reid take the front passenger's seat. Normally, she liked to watch Dave drive-it was sexy. But today, she just listened to the others chatter on. She smiled at him in the rearview mirror as he spoke aloud, Reid and JJ holding a separate side conversation.

Oh well... knowing what Clark's like in cases like this... maybe this isn't the case for strict adherence to all the rules, since Beauty seems to be the only one that can tame our Beast... Ainsley laughed, and so did the others. She nodded. Dave wasn't usually one to talk to himself, so she knew he was seriously thinking.

Yes, Dave. I think you're correct. Do we need any resources from INTERPOL, do you think?! I am not sure what we can do, but I can at least make phone calls... she offered.

Finally, they arrived at the scene, and she followed behind Dave, with Paige and Clark behind her. She listened closely, and then stepped aside to let Clark forward. She turned away, looking for something to busy herself with, and approached Spencer.

[SSA Dr. Spencer Reid]

Spencer was ready to go. He always was, but this case was making him nervous. He was a father, after all, and lived close to this neighborhood. If there was a child abductor on the loose, he wanted to catch them. Fast. It seemed that DJ was too young, and Aimee to old to meet the UNSUBs victimology, but still...Henry Lamontaigne did. He could not let that happen. He would not.

He sat in the passenger's seat on the drive to the crime scene. He wasn't TOO surprised when the Constable had switched him; Hotch was on the warpath, and being a rule-book Nazi again, which usually happened when he was stressed out. Which was always. Luckily, the Hotchner's lived far enough away that it wasn't likely that Jack would cross paths with the UNSUB. Still, no one could be too cautious.

He and JJ held a quick chat, deciding who should do what, when Rossi spoke aloud.

Oh well... knowing what Clark's like in cases like this... maybe this isn't the case for strict adherence to all the rules, since Beauty seems to be the only one that can tame our Beast... Spencer chuckled, but nodded.

That is very true. CAC is providing us some technical support, and JJ will coordinate with the police. Dave, do you and Ainsley want to help look for other vics, or do you two want to tell the parents? Because he didn't want to do that. But he WOULD.

They arrived, and he set about trying to establish a few-block radius. Perhaps the direction of travel would offer some clues. He went off to find the witness, a little boy. He approached the step where everyone else was standing, but bent down and spoke directly to the boy.

Hi. I am Spencer. I work for the FBI. I understand that you were really brave today. Can you tell which way the man went in the van? He looked to where the boy pointed, and took off in that direction. He'd let everyone else figure out the rest.