'I didn't do anything.' Victoria said, her wrists feeling sore.

'We need your help to prove it.' Hotch said carefully. 'Now, what did you do last night?'

'Hung out at my house.'

'What did you do?'

'Saw T.V.'

'What did you see?'

'What does that matter?'

Hotch sighed. 'Victoria, I know that it is a tough time for you, but it would really help if you would just co-operate.'

'I was seeing Sherlock.'

Outside the reflective glass, Reid said to Rossi. 'You know, I'm pretty sure that Sherlock wasn't on air last night.'

Rossi nodded towards the door. 'Tell that to Hotch.'

Reid peeked into the interrogation room. 'Hotch, Sherlock wasn't on air last night.' He said tentatively.

'I had it recorded. I saw the Reichenbach fall, and some other episodes,' she told, exasperated. She put her head in her hands the best she could- her wrists were rather limited due to her cuffs.

'You do your computer magic; I'll go through her desk and personal belongings.' Morgan said to Garcia. Garcia looked upset and sighed. 'What's wrong, Baby girl?' Morgan asked.

'Well, I feel guilty, looking at all of her stuff like that.'

'I know. But we need some evidence to something.'

Morgan looked her desk. It was unusually barren. Then, he went through the drawers at Victoria's desk systematically. The bottom drawer contained some stationary. Pens, notebooks, post-it notes. The middle drawer contained stuff that everyone kept: Some candies, granola bars, deodorant, and tampons. The upper drawer impressed him. Headphones: standard. Aspirin tablets and a bottle full of trazodone caught his attention.

'So, she really wants a quiet dark environment, doesn't she?' Prentiss said, observing the aluminium foil put up on Victoria's windows. She and JJ unlocked the door.

Victoria's house was dark and messy. The sofa was littered with books, magazines, newspapers, and pizza boxes. There was minimal furniture, and most of the walls were covered in paintings and posters. JJ opened the fridge. There was leftover pizza, Chinese, milk cartons, six-pack cokes, and juice boxes. 'Prentiss, come here!' JJ called from inside.

'Her bed is made.' JJ observed.

'So what?'

'Em, look at the rest of her house. Does she seem like the kind of person who makes her bed every morning?'

'Yeah. No, she doesn't.'

'What did you find?' Hotch asked Morgan. Morgan pushed forward the bottle of trazodone.

'Trazodone is an anti-depressant used for treating insomnia.' Reid said.

Hotch went back in the interrogation room. 'You're taking trazodone.'

Victoria didn't answer for a few seconds. 'Yeah.'

'Why didn't you tell us?'

'Under what obligation was I to tell you? I suffer from insomnia, so what?' Victoria said.

JJ and Prentiss joined Reid, Morgan, and Rossi. They waited for Hotch to come.

'Well, in her house, we found...' Emily pulled out covers of the files that were stolen. They had the word: Confidential stamped across them.

'See; is that enough evidence, Aaron?' Director Mayfield, who was sitting quietly, interrupted.

Hotch sighed. 'Reid. Go in.'

Victoria looked at the photos of 'The siesta killer' victims. All four victims were of the lower middle class with working fathers. In fact, the whole neighbourhood consisted of those kinds of families. Victoria furrowed her brows. 'Agent Reid! What's the significance of Omega?'She'd learnt quickly that if she ever had any questions, she should go to him.

'Well, Omega is the last letter in the Greek alphabet. Why do you ask?' He said.

'Look,' Victoria pointed at the photos. 'Each of these victims is wearing Omega watches. Not only that, but models that they definitely cannot afford. Our UnSub might be putting them on.'

'That is some detail.' Morgan said, impressed. 'How did you notice?'

'Well, as a pickpocket, I can tell the economic status looking at the dressing sense and such.'

Reid entered the interrogation room and put the empty file covers in front of Victoria.

'Oh, good, you found the files. You can let me go now.' Victoria said, pleading.

'We found these empty file covers... under your bed.'

'It must have occurred to you that I'm being framed. I have access to the building and a record. Any half-wit would know that the first suspicion would fall on me.'

'Where were you last night, Victoria?'

'I told you before-'

'Where were you last night?'

Victoria sighed. 'I was at the park. I couldn't sleep, so I went there for a walk.'

Outside, Director Mayfield's face lit up. 'See, I told you! I-' Rossi shushed him.

'Why did you lie first about it?' Reid asked, concerned.

Victoria remained silent.

'Alright.' Reid said. 'Do you have any witnesses or proof to your whereabouts?' Victoria shook her head.

Suddenly, out of the blue, she asked. 'Why are you doing this?'

Reid looked surprised. 'I'm not sure I-'

'I'm an ex-criminal. I've been an asshole the past few months. Why are you helping me?'

'Well, you have been helpful. We thought you were leaving those days behind you.'

'Aaaahhh... So you do think that I stole the files.' Reid protested against this, but he knew that Victoria was right, in his heart.

Reid said, 'Well, the evidence in this case-'

'Don't.'

'I'm sorry.'

'You have every right to think that I did it.' Her eyelids drooped slightly. 'And besides, I find no point in defending myself.' Everyone inside and outside the room were shocked. 'Till now, I thought it was OK to have a little ambition. But now...' Victoria sighed and took a deep breath. 'I expect that this program will scrapped. I'm charged of manslaughter. Pickpocketing. Burglary. I'm probably looking at life. Even if I do get out, what then?'

Reid looked at her surprised. 'You can't just lose ho-'

'I have.' Victoria sighed. 'It's all just so... useless, and... hopeless. When I get out, if I get out, what good will I be? No one in their right mind is going to give me a job. Then what? I rush back to the Tottenham manor?' Victoria bit her lip.

'I'm sorry.' Reid said quietly.

'It's not your fault.' Deep breath. 'I did this to myself. I liked those guys so much, I forgot myself. My life started going downhill since I picked that first pocket and had that first cigarette. It's all my fault. This was my second chance. Messed it up. Game's over. '

'Well, if it is any help, you helped catch 2 serial killers, 1 arsonist, and 1 rapist.' Victoria chuckled.