The sound of your voice echoed through his head like a haunting fear he'd always relive. His daughter, his baby girl, sounding so frightened. Sounding in so much pain. It filled him with a fear and an anger he never wanted to feel.

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Scratch had taken you. For a few days now Mr scratch had agent hotchners daughter hidden and had been taunting hotch with the odd photo or video of your misery and pain. This was just another tactic. Another tactic for Scratch to get close to BAU and to get into their heads for whatever his sickening reasons were. He'd targeted so many agents. Spencer, Emily, and now hotch. And this one hurt hard. The BAU had always been like a family to you. You'd grown up around the agents your father worked with and they were more like family than your dad's coworkers.

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Scratch had given you a phone for reasons unknown, placing it on the battered stone floor by your head before he left again. Your aching arm reached out to it and dialed the only numbers you had memorised. It picked up almost immediately, and a small spike of relief flooded your exhausted and pained brain.

"Dad?"

you croak out. Your voice sounding strangled and hoarse against the echoing silence of the foul room you'd been locked in for days

And although it was just your voice, it pained hotch in more ways that he thought it would. And he spoke back as the rest of the team listened in and Garcia desperately tired to locate the location of the phone, which was half impossible considering how organised Scratch is.