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Erie, Pennsylvania.
03:47 AM.

Lillian was biting her nails. Everyone was rushing from left to right, answering phone calls, trying to get anything out of anyone.

Maya Stanford was abducted around 8:30PM. It was now almost 4AM. Meaning seven hours had passed, the girl could already be dead for all they knew, but they all were still hoping she was alive. They still had seventeen hours before the chances of ever finding her, dead or alive, came down to zero.

"Hey." Amelia nudged her arm. Lillian turned to her with a questioning look. "You still remember the number of the guy from the bar?"

"John Danvers?" She frowned and Amelia nodded. "Amy, now is not the time!"

"I just want to write it down before I forget about it! Come on, help a girl out." She whined.

"Guy? What guy?" Maximilian turned to them with a raised eyebrow.

"None of your business." She grimaced at him before turning to Lillian with puppy eyes. "Please?"

Lillian sighed and gave her the number. She then stood up to walk over to the board from where Spencer was watching her, leaving Maximilian and Amelia to their usual bickering.

Spencer's eyes went from where the blonde was standing now and where she left. She glanced at him with a raised eyebrow. "Yes?"

"You're good with numbers." He noticed.

She smiled slightly. "I guess I am. But it seems like you're better."

He gave her a tight lipped smile and they both turned to the board.

"We're losing too much time." Gideon talked from behind them. "We won't go anywhere like this. The mother won't tell us anything. Jacob isn't dumb he won't take her somewhere he knows we'll find."

"Jacob.. On the records, he was given birth to by an anonymous mother right?" Elle asked and the others nodded. "Well, if she's so close to him that she wants to protect him even after what we suspect he's done, wouldn't that mean they were in contact? There has to be messages, phone calls, emails, anything?"

As she was talking, Hotchner was already calling Penelope. "Garcia."

"O Captain, my captain?"

"Has Darla Perkins contacted Jacob those past few months?"

"Nooope. Oh! But Jenna contacted her a few times... right after he was kicked out of the house."

"That would explain how her mother knew about it." Woods said.

"But, Darla Perkins doesn't have the financial resources to help her son." Watkins frowned.

"Jenna Stanford did." Crawford said, her eyes widening in realization.

"She helped him without letting anyone know about it." Gideon muttered.

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