"Derek, give me that gun. Now." Finch demanded darkly, no more playing, no more asking, it was time for the alpha dog to come out. Upon hearing the demand Derek gave Finch a look of confusion.

"...I'm not the bad guy..." Derek whispered to Finch, still, he did what he was told to do and handed the gun over. Almost snatching it out of Derek's hand, Finch scowled deeply.

"Look at what you did...You shot a patient and a security guard dead. You don't think you're the bad guy? Derek...Why did you do it?" Finch asked as he tossed the gun away from them, it landed with a loud clatter somewhere down the hallway. Finch didn't really care where it landed, just as long as it was away from him. Derek gave Finch a look, guilt, that was all Finch could see on Derek's face was guilt.

Derek didn't respond at first, he just stood there looking guilt ridden and a bit confused, he then leaned in to Finch's face and whispered to him,

"I didn't do it...He did it..."

Licking his lips anxiously, Finch had to ask,

"Who is he?"

"I don't know...He's...Oh god, Dove...He's horrible! He killed Anthony!" Derek screamed out, his green eyes turned wide and he quickly put his head in his hands and sobbed out, he started to shake his head and whimper. "No! GO AWAY! GO AWAY!" He screamed out so loud that Finch knew that somebody had to hear it somewhere in the building.

Wanting to buy a little time, hoping that someone was coming, Finch took a step forward towards Derek and slowly reached out to touch the poor man. Gently he put his hand down on Derek's shoulder. The touch was enough to snap Derek out of his delusion just enough to make the man look at Finch, his breathing heavy and slightly erratic. Using his other hand, Finch put it on Derek's other shoulder.

"It's ok...It's ok...Derek, he's gone, he can't hurt you, so please tell me, who is he?"

Once again, Derek could only whimper and shake his head, yet still, the adult managed to mumble one simple sentence,

"My father...My father killed Anthony...How did he find me?"

"Derek...Listen to me, Please, just hear me out. That man who killed Anthony is not your father...Derek you killed Anthony..."

There was a silence as slowly, the realization started to hit upon Derek, his eyes grew wide and he put his hand on his heart.

"No...Dove..That's enough." Derek growled out, showing that Ivan might be coming through. The way Derek was starting to clench at his shirt was enough to make Finch feel very uneasy, letting go of his shoulders, Finch kept his hands up in defense and slowly took a step back.

"It's true-"

"NO IT'S NOT! SHUT UP! I NEVER KILLED ANTHONY! I...Couldn't of killed Anthony...It was my father!"

"No, Derek...It was you, just like Ivan is you. Ivan was your little brother, but he vanished, just like Adam."

"Stop it." Derek growled, out, his body now growing tense and angry, Finch couldn't stop now.

"It's all in your head, please Derek, wake up, I know it's a lot to ask of you, but, please see what's real and what's not. Look at what you've done."

Finch became aware of Derek's breathing, it was becoming beyond erratic, deep and fast. He then started to shake his head and back up, burying his face in his hands, a low animalistic moan left his mouth.

"Ivan?...Ivan why won't you talk to me...Ivan?" Derek whimpered, then, with no warning, the man fell to his knees and started to cry, sobs leaving his mouth as he shook violently. Getting on his knees, the best his bad leg would allow him, Finch reached out to touch Derek once more, only this time, Derek reacted by pushing Finch's hand away. "Devil! Don't touch me!" Derek hissed out, his voice changing.

Unlike Derek's normal timid voice or Ivan's rough gangster type voice, this voice was almost raspy like, almost like he possessed or something. Finch could see it in Derek's face, his face contorted in an angry snarl, the light in his eyes were gone replaced with rage. With no warning, Derek's hands grasped Finch's wrists and yanked the man forward. Then Derek started to stand, which was forcing Harold to stand as well, much to his leg's protest.

"N-Now Derek, lets not do anything rash-" Finch stuttered out as he stood.

"The devil shall not speak! You shall not speak...I can see it, in those blue eyes of yours, the devil lies in wait, dormant...Until the time comes for his villainous tongue to spread lies." Derek spoke, his voice, though still raspy, was unsettling monotone.

"D-Derek, Let me go...Now."

"I said silence! Or do I need to cut the devil's tongue out of your mouth?"

Letting go of one of Finch's hand to reach into the back of his pants, Finch wasted no time doing the one thing Reese taught him to do.

Harold poked Derek in the eyes.

Derek cried out in pain and brought his hands to his eyes, all the while dropping what he pulled out of the back of his pants. A scalpel. Making haste, Finch limped as fast as his leg would allow him. Groaning out a bit, he ignored the pain and just kept limping, he needed to get away from Derek's crazed state.

"Devil! I will punish you! Then, God will be your judge!" Came the younger male's scream from down the hallway. Breathing heavily, Finch turned a corner, he could hear Derek's footsteps coming up from rapidly behind him. Knowing he would probably never be able to outrun Derek, Finch looked for the next best alternative. Hiding.

Seeing doors just a bit up a head, Finch looked back, he could see Derek's outline getting closer. Pushing himself past his limit, the older man made it to the first door and tugged on the handle. Locked, of course.

"Stop running! You're only delaying your visit to the lord!"

"Oh god, please, please..." Finch whispered out of desperation as he pulled on the second door, nothing, locked. Turning around again, he could see Derek more fully, rushing up towards him, the man's feet echoing loudly along the empty hallway. Getting to the third door, Finch turned the handle.

It opened, much to his surprise, it opened, running in, Finch shut the door behind him and put his weight against it, keeping his face towards the door. After a couple seconds of breathing heavily, he became aware of another presence in the room. Moving around, while still keeping his weight against the cold door, he looked around and felt instant dread fill him.

He was in Joel's room.