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Hotch followed Rossi into the interrogation room. He set the file he had with him down on the table in front of him and sat down next to Rossi in the seat across from Jacob.

"Well, this must be serious business," Jacob said brazenly as they sat down. "Not one, but two feds."

Rossi ignored his comment. "Tell me something. Did you enjoy bossing him around?"

"I don't know who you're talking about," was Jacob's immediate reply.

"Yes, you do," Rossi corrected. "There's no use in lying anymore. We know about your brother."

"The game is over, Jacob," Hotch added. "There's no way you're getting out of here, so there's no reason to keep up this charade. Christopher failed in his attempt to get you out."

Jacob didn't seem to be fazed by this. "So what if you have him in custody. He's not going to tell you anything," he replied confidently.

"No, he's not," Rossi readily agreed. "It's a bit difficult to talk when you're lying on a slab in the morgue."

The profilers watched intently as Jacob showed no emotion on his face. "He's dead?" he simply asked.

Hotch pulled a photo out from the file as proof and placed it on the table in front of them. They knew Jacob wouldn't believe them unless he saw it himself. Jacob looked down at the picture of Christopher's body, clearly trying to hide any emotion he may be feeling.

"I don't care," Jacob replied as he tore his eyes away from the photo. "He means nothing to me."

"Really?" Hotch asked. "Is that why you took me and another agent hostage, so he could escape? If you didn't care about him, you wouldn't have gone through all that effort. You would have fled when you had the chance. Now you're going to prison, and he's dead because of you."

"You guys are the ones that killed him, not me."

"By your orders, he was about to kill my agent. I was only doing my job."

Jacob stared at Hotch with cold eyes, but a moment later, it passed. "Well, I was only doing mine."

Jacob either meant he was doing his job by killing the women or by supposedly taking care of his brother. Hotch wasn't sure which, but before he could ask, Jacob spoke again.

"I want to talk to him."

"Who?" Hotch asked, but he knew he could only be talking about Reid.

"Your agent," Jacob answered. "You know which one. You can't tell me that he's not here with you."

"He's not," Hotch lied simply, knowing full well that Reid was standing just on the other side of the glass behind him.

"That's too bad then."

"Why's that?"

"What you want to know, I'll only tell to him."

This was not something Hotch wanted to hear right now. In a way, he'd rather have Jacob refuse to say anything at all than have Jacob ask to talk to Reid. Reid agreeing to it wasn't the problem, Hotch knew he would, but he didn't understand why Jacob would want to speak to Reid specifically. Rossi seemed to be thinking the same thing.

"Why do you want to talk to him?" Rossi asked.

"I have my reasons."

Hotch knew there was no way around it. Jacob would only tell Reid what they needed to know and no one else. He had said before that Reid could come along as long as he stayed out of the interrogation room and left when they were finished, but now it looked like he was going to have to go against his own order. He now wished he hadn't agreed to let Reid come here. If Reid hadn't been listening to the conversation in the next room, Hotch might have tried harder to get a confession without having to use him. But, since Reid knew, he would want to talk to Jacob. There wouldn't be an easy way to talk Reid against speaking to him.

"Well, if you want to talk to him," Hotch began slowly in silent defeat, "then you're going to have to tell us your reasons first."

Jacob was silent for a moment, contemplating his options. "I'd like to know if my brother said anything to him," he finally answered, "before you murdered him." He glared at Hotch.

"Is that it?" Rossi asked.

"Yes."

"We're not promising anything, but we'll see what we can do," Hotch told Jacob. "We have to get a hold of him first."

"Right," Jacob replied cynically. "When you're done discussing it with him in the next room, I'll be waiting right here."

Hotch didn't respond to his comment, but gathered the file and photo and left the room with Rossi close behind him.

"Are you sure we want to do this," Rossi asked as soon as he closed the door behind them.

"We really don't have any other choice," Hotch answered. "He's not going to tell us anything otherwise."

They headed towards the next room where the rest of the team was expectantly waiting. Hotch noticed Reid still looking through the glass at Jacob. "You don't have to talk to him, Reid, if you don't want to," he said.

Reid finally turned away from the window. "No. It's fine, Hotch. If it gets us a confession, I'll talk to him."

"Did Christopher say anything to you that Jacob might want to know about?" Morgan asked Reid.

"No. Nothing that I can think of," Reid answered. "To be honest, he hardly said anything at all."

"Well, it shouldn't be too much of a problem then," Morgan commented. "Just tell him he didn't say anything to you, and he should tell us what we need to know."

"Somehow, I don't think it's going to be that easy," Reid replied as he glanced back towards the window. Jacob was staring at it, seemingly looking right at them. "Let's get this over with," Reid said as he began to head for the door.

"I'm going in there with you, Reid," Hotch stopped him.

"I can handle myself. I'll be fine, Hotch."

"No, that's a good idea, Reid," Rossi agreed. "I'm not sure that's his only reason for wanting to talk to you."

"Will he even talk if you're there with me?" Reid asked Hotch.

"I'm not sure," Hotch answered. "Let's go find out."

Reid followed Hotch back out into the hall. "Uh, Hotch," he called before they reached the door to the interrogation room.

Hotch stopped and turned around. "What?"

"Not that I'm not willing to do this, but I don't like it."

"What do you mean?" Hotch asked.

"I just can't get rid of this feeling... Jacob seems too calm after learning that his brother is dead."

"Yeah," Hotch agreed. "It'll be fine, Reid. Hopefully, he'll give us a confession after he talks to you."

Reid nodded and began to walk towards the door again.

"And Reid," Hotch added, stopping him once again. "Just because I'm allowing this, doesn't mean I like it either."