"Stop this," the boy snapped at Garcia who had been trying to get a look at his injuries since they had brought him into the nearest empty room.

It had once been used for interrogations, but seeing as the police station had recently been remodeled, and there was a much more up to date one on the other side of the building, this one was now used for storage.

"You need to let us take you to a hospital," Hotch demanded for the fifth time.

"There's no need," he repeated, answering Aaron as he had been every time he asked. "Flesh wounds, shallow cuts. I can take care of it myself."

"Damon, you're hurt. We can talk about whatever happened later but right now-"

"That is not the problem at hand here!" Damon's voice had risen to a shout.

"Then what is?"

Silence met Hotch's calm question, and Damon scowled, turning his back, pacing, like a tiger in a cage.

"Have you gotten ahold of Emily yet?" His yells had subsided back to a calm monotone.

"We're working on it."

Morgan shot Hotch a sideways glance. 'We're working on it' almost always meant they hadn't done a thing about it yet. It was a tactic he saved only for interrogations.

"How do you know Emily?" Garcia asked calmly, having since given up her attempts to help him.

"She's my cousin."

"She's never mentioned you before," Reid interjected.

"Of course she hasn't," he muttered, talking to himself rather than the agents around him. "I am the bane of my poor mothers existence. Not exactly a crowned jewel on the family tree. I can see why she'd want to keep my name out of the mouths of the precious FBI."

"We specialize in serial killers," JJ said. "Why would we need to worry about you?"

"Oh, you don't," he waved off her comment. "It's a family pride thing."

"Damon, what happened to you?" Aaron asked again.

"I just need to talk to Emily. Or you. Alone."

Hotch looked for a moment as if he might agree to his terms, when Morgan spoke instead.

"We're just as much of the team as he is, or Emily was," his tone was firm. "If you're going to talk, its going to have to be in front of all of us."

Spencer shifted awkwardly where he stood. Morgan had cornered the kid, and he could see that that wouldn't fly well. To get the information they needed, Derek would have to bend.

"Damon," Spencers voice was soft as he sat down in one of the chairs across from where the tall boy stood. "Is Emily in any kind of danger?"

"That depends," his voice had taken on a steady calm, yet there was something about the edge of rage in his voice that was a bit unhinging.

"On what?"

"Whether or not he's satisfied with what he's already got."

"Who's 'he'?" Rossi asked dryly.

"Wow," Damon's voice was bitter. "I thought you could have pieced it together somehow. This freak you guys are looking for. The Creek Killer?"

"We try not to use the media's nicknames. It gives the Unsub more power over the public," JJ found herself saying the words on automatic, an old Media Liaison habit that hadn't quite died out. She shook her head a bit, and continued. "Are you saying the killer is connected to Emily somehow?"

"Not just Emily. Me. Jes. You. All of you, actually."

He sat down across from Reid, and it looked for a moment as if Spencer could have been in the middle of a questioning process, before Damon tipped his chair back, stretching his long legs out onto the table before him, a satisfied grin now growing on his face. "Have you not figured that out? Or has he decided not to release that information to you yet?"

"You know who are Unsub is?" Morgan stood straighter now.

"You dont?"

At the silence that greeted his statement, his grin morphed into something sinister.

"Well, well. Aren't you in a pretty little situation now?"