abducts children


In the weeks leading up to the June, 2003 disappearance of five year old LeeAnna ‘Beaner’ Warner, her parents noticed the child exhibiting odd behaviour. One day, she came home with a box of Barbies and doll clothes, but refused to say who gave them to her beyond ‘a little old lady’; she later packed a suitcase and said she was going to live with her ‘new family’. And two weeks before going missing, LeeAnna was found hiding in her closet, saying there were ‘monsters’ outside. But none of this could have prepared the girl’s parents for what was to come: on June 14, LeeAnna walked off to her friend’s house to see if the girl was home. Neighbours saw LeeAnna leave the house upon realising nobody was there, and then she mysteriously vanished without a trace. After draining a nearby lake LeeAnna spent time by, and ruling out a sex offender in the area and a local man arrested on child pornography charges, as well as LeeAnna’s family, investigators concluded the child was probably abducted by a stranger. She remains missing. The photo on the right shows how she may appear today.

Nicknamed Dead Children’s Playground, this eerie playground is situated right in the middle of Maple Hill Cemetery. Non-surprisingly, it’s claimed that this ghostly playground is haunted by the many children buried in the one-hundred-acre cemetery in which is it situated. People have often reported hearing disembodied laughs and chants of children as the swings randomly move; the playground is said to be most active with obscure occurrences between 10:00PM and 3:00AM. Legend says that a number of children were abducted in the 1960′s and their slain bodies were dumped in the area of Dead Children’s Playground.

Sherlock X Reader: Jealousy (nsfw)

My friend helped me write this so, thanks friend


“Hey there, beautiful” A man, around his late 30’s smirked, as he slid into the chair beside me. I sighed to myself, taking a sip of my drink. Sherlock, John and I were currently out on a case. We had a suspect, who worked in this bar so we decided to check him out. The suspect was a 22-year-old man with blue eyes, and dark shaggy hair. He was suspected for running a child pornography site, and the abduction of multiple children in London and surrounding areas.

“Hello?” He asked, waving his hand in front of my face.

“I can see you, I’m not blind” I said, reluctantly turning to face the older man. From across the room, I spotted Sherlock glaring at the man, while John was talking to the bar owner. I gave him a reassuring smile, making him smile back. Sherlock and I had been together around a year and a half, by now I figured out that Sherlock got extremely jealous.

“So, where are you from?” He said, resting his hand on the bar, beside mine. Noticing that, I discreetly moved my hand, hoping he wouldn’t notice. He did.

“Hey, no need to do that. I’m not going to hurt you.” He smiled, his rough hand grasping my own.

“Let go of my hand, please” I said, attempting to be nice. He did so, apologising if he made me uncomfortable.

“So, what is a beautiful girl like you, doing in a bar like this?” He asked, slowly edging towards me. I wasn’t sure if this was a subconscious move, or not.

“Drinking?” I said confused, as I signalled towards my drink.

“Well, I could take you out of here, and somewhere more interesting” He suggested, placing his hand on my thigh, slowly moving it up my leg.

“I have a boyfriend.” I said, removing his hand.

“And I have a driving test.” He said, laughing as a confused look made its way onto my face.

“What?” I questioned.

“Oh, I thought we were saying things we could cheat on” He winked.

“I don’t think so” A man’s voice, which I recognised to be Sherlock’s, said from behind me. Clear annoyance in his tone.

“Who are you?” The other man, whose name I did not know, asked.

“Her boyfriend.” Sherlock said, taking my hand and pulling me up from the chair, wrapping his arm around my waist.

“Sorry man, I didn’t know” The man lied, holding his hand up in a surrendering manner.

“Yes, you did.” Sherlock stated flatly.

“She told you that she had a boyfriend, and made it clear she did not want your attention. You knew this from the beginning, as she attempted to ignore you, but you decided not to give up” He said.

“Look man I- “The man attempted to say, before being interrupted by Sherlock.

“I also know that you have a wife at home, who you regularly fight with, and cheat on. I know that you have multiple children with different women, which she does not know. You don’t have contact with any of those women or children, and ignore any attempts at communication. You are not in love with your wife, and attempt to sleep with any woman you deem attractive.” Sherlock deduced, smirking as the man became speechless.

“Good day” Sherlock smirked, before pulling us both out of the door, still annoyed.

Sherlock signalled a cab, giving him the address before sitting back and sighing to himself. He began tapping his finger against his leg, something he only ever did when he was extremely annoyed.

It only took a few moments before the cab arrived at Baker street. As soon as the cab stopped, Sherlock quickly paid, before quickly walking inside.

As soon as I walked into the flat, Sherlock walked over to me, backing me into against the wall and pressing his lips against mine. His arms subconsciously moved to either side of my head, as he deepened the kiss.

“Do you know how mad it made me, seeing his dirty hands on you? You’re mine to touch, nobody else’s” He muttered, as lips travelled down to my neck, occasionally nipping at my skin, causing a moan to leave my lips and my head to press back against the wall, making Sherlock smirk.

Sherlock’s hands made their way to my hips, swiftly spinning me around and pushing me against his bedroom door.

“You should get jealous more often” I said, a deep chuckle made its way from lips, as he pressed the handle of the door, causing it to open and him push us both into his room, kicking the door closed behind him.

His hands made their way to the hem of my shirt, quickly lifting it over my head and throwing it to the floor. Swiftly, I began to unbutton his shirt, and discard it somewhere on the floor.

It took around 7 seconds to reach the edge of the bed. Sherlocks hands were around my waist, and mine running along his back. Sherlocks hands pushed me onto his bed, him immediately crawling on top of me, his hands beside my chest. Within seconds his lips were back on mine, before slowly travelling back down to my neck. My nails dug into his back, leaving scratch marks, as he bit down onto my sweet spot. He knew this, and continued to do so, smirking to himself.

My hands ran down his back, and round his stomach until they reached his belt. My hands began to unbuckle his belt, as his hands ran down my stomach and grabbed something from the floor, as I removed his trousers.

Sherlock smirked, as he took hold of my wrists, quickly tying his scarf around them and placing them above my head.

“Leave them there” He smirked, his hands swiftly removing my trousers and throwing them somewhere on the ground. His hands then lifted my body slightly, so he could unclasp my bra and throw it onto the floor with our other clothes.

His hand began to slowly massage my breast, as I let out breathy moans. His finger glided along my nipple, before he attached his mouth, running his tongue along the top. It took everything, to stop my hands from running through his hair.

Sherlock pulled back, smirking before smashing his lips back onto mine, dragging his teeth along my bottom lip, making us both moan. His hands grabbed my tied hands, holding them above my head as he began to slowly kiss down my neck, sucking and biting, which was sure to leave a mark.

“You’re mine, you understand?” He smirks, kissing me as I smile and nod.

“Good” He said, his hands slowly travelling down my body to the black panties I had been wearing.

“See, mine.” He smirked, swiftly removing my panties and discarding them onto the floor, along with our other clothes.

He began planting slow, sloppy kisses down my thighs until finally reaching my, now exposed, area.

Sherlock smirked up at me, before gently running his tongue along my clit causing a loud moan to escape my lips. Sherlock began to gradually speed up, making a large knot form in my stomach. As I was about to orgasm, he quickly retracted his lips causing a large groan to leave my mouth.

Sherlocks hands quickly travelled up my body, as he pressed his lips back against my own. His hands took my wrists, as they began to make their way down towards him. He smirked as I began to pout, before untying me.

Immediately, my hands ran down his chest and towards his pants, before quickly removing them, leaving him bare, in between my legs.

“Desperate, are we?” He chuckled, the noise rebounding and causing a whimper to escape my mouth.

‘Are you expecting me to beg?’ I replied, as he said, desperately. This was getting harder and harder to endure. He paused for a moment.

‘Yes,” Sherlock smirked.

“Please, Sherlock, please. I need you!”

“If you insist” He said, his curls stuck to his forehead with the sweat from the heat of this moment. Short, erratic pants leaving his mouth, in sync with mine.  After he had enough of waiting and playing with my emotions, he connect his lips with mine, before slamming into me.

“Sherlock” I moaned, my pants becoming more shorter and more erratic with each pound.

Sherlocks hands ran down my body, as my nails ran along his back, leaving obvious marks.

My hands made their way into Sherlocks, now messy, hair while his continued to run down and along my body.

Sherlocks lips attatched themselves to my neck, leaving sloppy kisses as his movements gradually became quicker, both of us on edge.

“I’m gonna-” I moaned, my nails digging into his back as he turned to face me.

“I know” He said, connecting our lips again as we both came in sync.

“Are you okay?” Sherlock asked, as we gained our breath back. He took my wrists in his hand, checking if he had hurt me in anyway.

“I’m fine” I smiled, causing him to smile back.

“I love you” He muttered, burying his face in the crook of my neck.

“I love you too”

The Oakland County Child Killer

Between February 1976 and March 1977 four children were abducted and murdered within Oakland County, Michigan, triggering one of the biggest manhunts in US history. The victims - two boys and two girls - had all been snatched from the streets and held hostage for a number of days before their neatly arranged bodies were discovered by busy roads.

Two of the victims had been smothered, one had been strangled, and one had been killed with a shotgun. This is unusual because the vast majority of serial killers use the same or similiar methods to kill their victims. Also unusual was the fact the killer targeted children of both sexes, yet only the male victims had been sexually assaulted.

All the victims had been kept alive for a time before being killed - for as long as nineteen days in the case of the final victim - and autopsies revealed the killer had tied them up with heavy rope and kept them in a confined space.

The offender also appeared to follow the news coverage of the abductions; after the disappearance of Timothy King, his mother wrote a heartfelt letter to the Detroit News where she begged the abductor to return her son so she could serve him his favorite dinner, Kentucky Fried Chicken. Three days later Timothy’s body was discovered in a roadside ditch; the postmortem revealed he had eaten Kentucky Fried Chicken the day before being suffocated.

The press dubbed the case the"Babysitter Murders", and it was one of the first murder cases that featured heavily on the evening news alongside warnings about ‘stranger danger’. Dozens of people were questioned and thousands of police hours devoted to catching the killer. Unfortunately, despite a massive police effort, the Oakland County Child Killer has never been brought to justice.

Hotel Room (SR)


Request :: Reader and Reid have to share a hotel room during a case and they both don’t like each other but through the days of staying together they fall for each having to share a room and bed ;) (fluffy fluff maybe)

Warnings: None

your pov:

The case was frightening. We traveled to Wilmington, North Carolina. There were a few child abductions the children all ended up thrown on the side of the road all in critical condition. 

The leads were all dead ends and the day had just begun. “Y/L/N, Reid go to the hospital to see what they have determined.” Ugh Reid. He was always sassy to me. I don’t even know what I did to him to not like me. “JJ and Emily you go to the Hotel get everyone checked in and then we’ll all regroup. Rossi you’re with me.” Hotch Pronounced. I rolled my eyes seeing Reid already head out the door to the black SUV. “Come on Y/L/N we don’t have all day.” He rolled his eyes setting himself down into the drivers side. “Well sorry. You stormed off without me.” I told him slamming the door as I got in. “No need to slam the door.” He said starting up the car. I groaned and sat quietly, not even worth commenting back. 

“All the children were left in critical condition but they were left to make a full recovery. The were starved, and beaten but no signs of sexual assault.” The doctor explained quietly to Reid and I. Reid turned towards me, “So they tortured the children long enough to terrorize them but then lets them go. All the kids say they don’t remember seeing the unsubs face.” I nodded my head and furrowed by eyebrows in thoughts. “And why would they leave victims. Why not just kill them off so they can’t speak about what happened to them?” Reid shrugged his shoulders. “We should get back at the station.” He said rushing out of the Hospital without me. “Ugh Spencer wait up. You have longer legs!” I said trying to catch up to him. He just kept walking until we both made it back to the car. 

“Come on everyone needs rest.” Hotch demanded. “Everybody is already checked into the hotel. We had to double up rooms. Rossi is with me. JJ and Emily already have a room and Reid and Y/N.” Hotch said as we walked towards the cars. You’ve got to be kidding me. It’s already enough that I have to deal with him at work but having to share a room with him is too much. I sighed and rubbed my temples. 

When we got to the hotel everyone was tired and racking their brains trying to help spare the children of the horror. “I’ve got the keys.” Reid said holding them up carrying his luggage. I nodded my head and followed behind him, waiting as he opened the door. “Um I’m going to go take a shower. This case makes me feel icky. I need to wash it all off. I shouldn’t be too lon-” “Just take a shower it’s fine.” I sighed and rolled my eyes. I walked into the bathroom and looked into the mirror. I washed off my makeup and ran the shower until it went warm. I removed all of my clothes feeling the relief of my bra being gone. I stepped into the shower letting the warm water cascade over me. I washed my body and hair quickly shutting off the water. I dried myself off and stepped out bringing my toothbrush and toothpaste out of my bag. After my teeth were minty fresh I pulled the oversized FBI t-shirt on with some socks. 

I opened the bathroom door and stepped out feeling the cold room flush my senses. “The bathroom is all yours.” I said into the room. I looked over to the bed seeing there was only one king sized bed. I groaned and saw Spencer already asleep on the bed. I looked towards the couch. I pouted just knowing the pain my back would be in. I walked to the closet pulling out the extra linen. I then pulled a pillow from the bed and set up the couch. 

I smiled and nodded my head feeling that the couch was now worthy of my presents. I turned out the light and made my way back to the couch when I noticed Spencer still had on his glasses and shoes. I quietly moved towards Spencer taking off his glasses and untying his shoes trying softly as I could. I pulled the blanket over him as best as I could. I yawned and walked back to the couch laying down snuggling myself under the blankets drifting to sleep. 

I felt a hand on my shoulder shaking me. My eyes snapped open seeing Spencer standing over me. “Yes?” I asked closing my eyes again. “It’s time to wake up.” He said going to the mirror to fix his hair. I groaned and sat up stretching feeling my spine pop all the way down. I winced and pulled my legs out from under the covers. “You okay?” He asked still looking in the mirror. I tilted my head confused as to why he asked if I were okay. “Oh um yeah this couch isn’t really comfy.” I commented standing up. “You didn’t have to sleep on the couch. You could’ve slept in the bed with me.” He told me turning around. He gave me a small smile. I was taken aback seeing him actually smile at me. “Uh yeah okay. I’m going to get ready Reid.” I said walking into the bathroom to do my business and put makeup on. 

After I applied the last bit of my makeup, I walked back out into our room to get clothes. “I’m almost ready.” I mentioned. He simply nodded his head and turned back to his book. I walked back into the bathroom to change. “Reid are you ready?” I questioned him. “Yeah. Let’s go.”

We stopped out in the lobby for some coffee and a bagel and then headed out the door to meet everyone at the station. “Thanks for taking care of me last night.” He said quietly. “What?” I questioned confused. “You took off my glasses and shoes and covered me.” He told me smiling. “Oh yeah well, you’re welcome. I guess I’m the mothering type.” I said looking out the window thinking about Spencer’s odd behavior. 

The day dragged on the same but this time we had the unsub in custody. All we had to find now are the kids. “We’re not going to find anything if we are all tired we need to get rest and have a clear mind. “No. I’m staying here and making that son-of-a-bitch tell me where they are. They are children.” I said getting angry. “Y/N you need rest. You’re barely keeping your eyes open.” Hotch said. “No I’m staying here. I need to find them. They are just kids.” I said frowning. “Y/N you need sleep. We all do.” Spencer said softly placing his hand on my shoulder. I shrugged off his hand and stormed outside. 

I got into the passenger side of the car and waited for everyone else to pile out of the station. Rossi, Hotch, and Spencer came out together huddled up talking. Then JJ and Emily. Hotch drove JJ and Emily back to the hotel while Rossi drive Spencer and I. “Y/N I know you want to help those kids but you need some sleep. You can’t do this on your own you need to let all of us help.” Rossi said starting up the car. 

The drive was silent. I stared out the window into the dark town noticing the small details of the shops and the happy people that walked those streets not even worrying about if their children are in danger or not. I closed my eyes and pressed my head against the cool glass thinking. “I wonder what happened to her.” I heard a whisper from Spencer. “Who knows. We all have our secrets.” Rossi answered. The flashbacks of the case I had flooded my mind. The children. I couldn’t save all of them. Hell I even almost got killed trying to save every child that was in the damned fire. I felt a tap on my shoulder. “Wake up Y/L/N we’re at the hotel.” I heard Rossi’s voice say. I slowly opened my eyes and nodded my head. I opened the car door and stepped down letting myself take in a big breath. 

I followed behind the rest of the gang taking my time. Spencer and I arrived to our room and walked in. “You can take a shower first. I think I’m going to take a bath, it might take a while.” I told Spencer. He nodded his head and grabbed his pajamas and shampoo closing the bathroom door. I took off my shoes and laid back onto the bed placing my arm over my eyes. I laid in silence feeling the guilt in my stomach. “Y/N, Y/N.” I heard Spence say louder. I shot up and placed my hand over my chest. “I’m sorry Spence, I was just thinking.” I said taking short breaths to calm down my startled brain. “It’s okay, the bathroom is all yours.” He told me nodding to the door. I thanked him and gathered my clothes and makeup wipes. “Y/N?” He said before I entered the bathroom. “Yes?” I questioned back. “If you ever need to talk I’m always here if you need it.” He said giving me a warm smile. His smile made my heart flutter. I looked down and nodded my head. “Thanks Reid.” 

When I stepped out of the bath I dried myself off loving the feelings of the warm water on my skin. I placed the same shirt on myself as the night before and added some shorts knowing I was going to sleep in the bed with Spencer tonight. I brushed my teeth and flossed. “I’m ready for bed.” I announced as I walked out into the main area. He placed his book down on the bedside table. “Do you feel better?” He asked. I shrugged my shoulders and lifted the covers slipping underneath trying to warm myself from the cool room. We laid in silence for a few minutes before I spoke up. “Spencer why don’t you like me?” I asked quietly. “What?” He sounded confused. “It’s just before this case you always were short with me. What changed?” “I don’t know.” He replied, turning his back towards me. I frowned and did the same reaching up to shut off the lamp.  

My heart raced and my body grew warmer. I was back inside the burning building the unsub caught on fire leaving two, four year-olds, two five year olds and two six. My mind raced on how to get them out looking in every angle. Seeing that we were all blocked with fire. I screamed for help. “Please, please help. Get the children out leave me!” I yelled as I was pulled out before anyone else. “What the fuck are you doing there are kids in there! They need help!” I screamed and fought back trying to go back in. “Y/N you can’t go in there. Y/N. Y/N.”


I shot up in sweats. “I’m good I’m good. I’m fine.” I explained placing the palm of my hand on my forehead. “You don’t have to tell me what happened but I wish you would get help. What ever you are going through I’m sure it wasn’t your fault.” Spencer said as he placed his hand on my back. I laid back down and let out a huge breath. “I’ll be here if you need me.” He said softly turning on his side to face me. I just simply nodded and closed my eyes again trying to sleep. 

I guess Spencer though I was asleep. I felt his hands run through my hair brushing it out of my face. His touch gave me the chills. He felt so right. His touch felt soft and delicate like he was afraid of hurting me. I acted like I was stirring in my sleep to flip over onto my side so he could continue brushing through my hair. I felt his hand ghost over my hip softly landing on my waist pulling his arm around my front to pull me back into him. His body felt right pressed against mine. The feeling of his hands on me ignited a spark throughout my body. “I know you’re not asleep.” He said whispering in my ear making me shiver. “How did you know?” I said turning around to look at him. “Your breathing.” He simply commented. “Look Y/N I really like you. That’s why I was short with you. I thought I couldn’t have you so I tried to push you away. But in reality that only made me want you more.” He said rubbing his thumb over my cheek. I placed my hands on the back of his neck and pushed him down to my lips to kiss him softly. “That was stupid of you Spence.” I told him against his lips. He nodded his head and pulled me close into his chest, holding me tightly. “I promise you we’ll find the kids. I have a feeling.” He said rubbing my back. I rested my head in the crook of his neck and nodded. “Thank you Spence.” 

You want to protect your child from dangerous adults. The thought of somebody hurting, abusing or abducting your child breaks your heart. But is the “Don’t talk to strangers” rule really going to protect your child? 

Many experts say No! In fact, “Don’t talk to strangers” is a problematic concept. Here’s why:

- Many children assume “stranger” means the person looks mean or dirty. Dangerous adults know this and purposely dress nicely and act friendly. 

- Children see adults (including you) interact with strangers everyday. That’s confusing for them. (”Mommy said Hi to him yesterday, he’s not a stranger. It’s okay to talk to him without letting mommy know.”)

- If a child gets lost, everybody around them is a stranger. How will they find help without talking to strangers? 

-  The great majority of people who abduct or molest children are not strangers, they already know the children they harm! 

Instead of “Don’t talk to strangers”, teach your child the following rules: 

“If any adult or older kid offers you anything without asking me, step way back, yell, “NO!”, run away, and tell me.” (This applies to candy, pets, treats, job offers, photographs, rides on motorcycles, etc.)

“If any adult or older kid asks for your help without asking me first, step way back, yell “NO!”, run away and tell me.” (This applies to mailing a letter, picking something up for an injured person, approaching a car to give directions, doing yard work, looking for a lost puppy, etc.)

“If any adult or old kid asks you to keep a secret, step way back, yell “NO!”, run away, and tell me.”

If any adult or older kid touches your private parts (parts covered by a swim suit) or asks you to touch your private parts or somebody else’s, step way back, yell “NO!”, run away and tell me.”

On 4 September, 1978, Margaret Fandel went out for a meal with her two children, 13-year-old Scott and 8-year-old Amy. Following this meal, Margaret dropped her two children off at their rural cabin in a heavily wooded area off Scout Lake Road in Sterling, Alaska, and went back out to a bar. Margaret returned home at approximately 2:30AM and discovered food on the kitchen counter and a pot of boiling water on the stove. Instead of checking on her children, Margaret went to bed. It wasn’t until the following day that she realised that her children were missing. It is theorised that the children were abducted in the middle of the night while making a late night snack. The case has never been solved.

Aaron Hotchner Imagine One

Originally posted by zugzwangcm

Gif not mine

Requested by @marvelfanlife

Could you please do an imagine where the reader is Hotch’s teenage daughter and she and jack get abducted whilst walking to school and when hotch finds out he starts to panic as he got a phone call from the police and blames himself for not dropping them off and the team try to find them and see if it’s an unsubs family member that they put into jail but it isn’t and when hotch is interviewed by Rossi he starts to say it’s a waste of time and shouts and everyone sees him & then they find them

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He was angry. Not at Y/N and Jack, but himself. He sat there seething as his team began to profile the man who’d abducted his children. “They were probably just targets of opportunity, Hotch don’t you drop them off every morning before work?” Jennifer asked turning to look at him “Hmm” he asked snapping out of his daze. The whole team stared at him, eyes filled with concern. It made him squirm, he hated their looks of worry. Pity. “Yes that’s right, only I couldn’t today because I was already late and had to meet Strauss” he said. His voice was strained, as if he had to punch each word out forcefully with his anger. “Okay, so let’s say it is opportunity, why them why not any other kid?” Morgan mused, still glancing at his boss. “There were only 5 other kids at the stop with them, a 5 year old girl asian, a 6 year old boy black, two teenagers one 14 the other 16 both white and one 8 year old who’s indian.” Prentiss said reading off the file. “ Could be an age preference?” Morgan added. “Yeah but Jack’s what 5 and y/n 15, there are 4 kids who come under that range that were there” Prentiss countered. “What if it’s cause they’re related?” Reid pondered. Everyone turned to him “ It’s worth a shot, Garcia did any of our possible suspect have siblings?” Hotch said quickly straightening himself on his chair. Hope, there was hope. “ Um 15 sir” she piped. “Any with strained relationships with their siblings?” he asks again. “No sir”. His patience was wearing thing, running a hand through his hair. “ What about loss of children? Or children in general?”. She typed away, with each click he could feel the anger inside him bubble and boil. Ready to burst. “10 sir” she squeaked. “Damn it Garcia!” he yelled. 

The whole room went quiet. “ Look at every angle, a family member of an unsub we put in jail, an unsub we haven’t caught, everyone I went to school with, worked with or saw. I want answers and I want them now!” He yelled grabbing his blazer and storming out of the room, leaving his co workers shell-shocked. “It’s not your fault Garcia” Rossi said to the heart broken techie on the other side of the screen. “I know sir I know” she squeaked. “I’ll interview see what I can find, you guys keep working” Rossi sighed, walking after him. Hotch stood in the interrogation room pacing back and forth , hands in hair, flashes and fragments of sound whizzing through his mind. Haley’s body, Jack crying at his mother’s body, your silence, both of your laughter, both of your hugs, kisses, cries for daddy in times of happiness or fear. He sat down , hands cupping his face as he scrunched his eyes close. “I’m not losing them David “ he croaked, as he felt his friend and colleague enter the room. “And you won’t” Rossi replied softly, squeezing Hotch’s shoulder.”But you need to calm down first, let’s try going through the day okay?” he said sitting down in front of him. Hotch looked up and nodded. “Okay, so you were getting ready for work..”

“Hey, dad?” “Yeah son?” Hotch said fixing his tie. “Why do you always wear the same tie ?” He asked looking up at his father. Hotch chuckled “Well, your mom used to never let me wear this tie all the time because she says people will think I only owned one but do you wanna know a secret” He said crouching down to his son’s height. Jack nodded. “I own hundred’s of these” Jack gasps “That’s more than y/n has shoes!” “I DO NOT OWN THAT MANY!!” y/n yelled from downstairs. “Oh she does” Hotch chuckled, Jack giggling. “Come on you don’t wanna be late, y/n is gonna drop you today” . “Jack! Come on we’re gonna be late.” y/n called as she stood in front of the open door. “Yeah yeah, bye dad” Jack yelled running out “Stick with your sister” He called. “Bye dad” she said kissing his cheek. “Take care of your brother “ he yelled. “I alway do!!”

“Do you remember seeing anything unusual, something that you don’t see everyday” Rossi asked slowly. “A bunch of birds I don’t know David. This is pointless, they are out there it’s been 12 hours and we both know what happens to children when..” “Hey, hey Hotch, Hotch look at me we are going to find them okay? Hey now come here. “ Hotch broke down, tears streaming down his face. “ I can’t loose them David, I lost Haley I can’t lose them too”. Rossi patted him on the back, and pulled him close “We’ll find them okay , don’t worry”. Morgan burst through the door “We got him, they’re at 4th street , just 10 miles from here.” He pretended not to notice the dried tears, blood shot eyes and almost vacant stare on Hotch’s face that instantly composed itself, turning into rage. “Let’s go”.

They burst through the doors, Hotch pinned the guy to the wall giving him a couple of punches before he ran towards the both of you “I took care of him” y/n croaked “Just like you said”. “I know , I know you did . You did good “ He hugged her, pulling her close and burying her into a hug. “You both did good “ he whispered into Jack’s hair, leaving him a kiss on his hair. “Now let’s go home okay?”


Assisted by his mother, Sarah, and a teenage nephew by the name of Stanford Clark, Gordon Northcott abducted children and kept them prisoner at his isolated ranch in Riverside County, California, where he, and his clients, molested them. Once he was done with the children, he would kill them and then bury their bodies in the surrounding desert. In February 1928, the decapitated body of a young boy was discovered in a ditch near Puent. Two months prior to this discovery, two brothers aged eight and ten went missing. They were last seen with Northcott at a boys’ club. Authorities went to Northcott’s home and discovered that he had fled to Canada. The home was searched and authorities found the missing head of the young boy who had been found earlier. Stanford Clark was taken in for questioning and confessed that Northcott had sexually assaulted the two brothers before brutally beating them to death. Sarah Northcott confessed that she had participated in one of the murders. Gordon was tracked down and extradited to California where he was charged with just three murders although it is believed that he may have killed as many as twenty children. Sarah Northcott was sentenced to life imprisonment. Stanford Clark agreed to turn state’s evidence against his uncle, Gordon Northcott, and Gordon was sentenced to hang. The sentence was carried out on 2 October, 1930, when Gordon was 23-years-old.


A case that still haunts the people of Toronto, Canada, is the disappearence of Nicole Morin, who’s been missing since July 20th, 1985. She was 8 years old the last time she was seen, and the way she went missing is disturbing and really hard to explain.

Nicole lived in the penthouse of a 20 store building with her parents. That morning she was supposed to meet a friend in the lobby, and the two would head to the supervised pool in the rear of the building. At 11 am, the friend called Nicole in the apartment’s intercom, and the girl replied she’d be right down. She left her penthouse, but never made it downstairs and no one has seen her since then.

This case has remained open for three decades. Last year a tip came after a reenactment video of Nicole’s last steps was released to the public, but nothing has come out of it yet.

In 1988, an american drifter and registered sexual offender called Lovie Riddle claimed that he’d abducted over 30 children, among them Nicole, and that he had taken her to the US and passed her to someone else who, he believed, killed her. Police investigated and even traveled to the country but never found any evidence that supported Riddle’s claims.

There are many types of monsters that scare me: Monsters who cause trouble without showing themselves, monsters who abduct children, monsters who devour dreams, monsters who suck blood… and then, monsters who tell nothing but lies. Lying monsters are a real nuisance: They are much more cunning than others. They pose as humans even though they have no understanding of the human heart; they eat even though they’ve never experienced hunger; they study even though they have no interest in academics; they seek friendship even though they do not know how to love. If I were to encounter such monsters, I would likely be eaten by them… because in truth, I am that monster.
—  L Lawliet

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Victorian Era woman of the day:

Caroline Norton. 

In 1836, after leaving her husband, she was left with nothing from him. In the course of her legal research, she discovered that married women essentially did not exist legally under the law at the time. And so when she ran up bills in her husbands name, she told the creditors- and later the courts- that they had no recourse but to claim the funds back from her husband, as she herself did not exist under the law as a married woman. 

Shortly after, her husband abducted their children, as fathers had complete legal right at the time. Though she was never able to reclaim custody of her children, her campaigning was directly responsible for the Custody of Infants Act 1839, the Matrimonial Causes Act 1857 and the Married Women’s Property Act 1870; allowing women the right to their children, making divorce more affordable and married women to inherit property and take court action on their own behalf. Also allowing, for the first time in the UK, married women to have a separate legal identity from their husbands. 

The legend of the mysterious Black Volga was widespread in Russia, Belarus, Ukraine, and Mongolia during the 1960′s and 1970′s. It was said that a black Volga was used to abduct people, mainly children, and was often associated with a number of disappearances. One theory said that the driver of the morbid vehicle was Satan himself, while another said that the government was behind the abductions for the purpose of organ harvesting.

There are… many types of monsters in this world: Monsters who will not show themselves and who cause trouble; monsters who abduct children; monsters who devour dreams; monsters who suck blood, and… monsters who always tell lies. Lying monsters are a real nuisance. They are much more cunning than other monsters. They pose as humans even though they have no understanding of the human heart. They eat even though they’ve never experienced hunger. They study even though they have no interest in academics. They seek friendship even though they do not know how to love. If I were to encounter such a monster, I would likely be eaten by it. Because in truth, I am that monster.
—  L Lawliet