"FBI! Open up!" Morgan shouted as they climbed up the stairs to Dr. Martin's front door.

When no one answered, Morgan stepped back and thrust his foot into the door, knocking it off its hinges.

Morgan and Prentiss scanned the inside of the house while JJ and Rossi covered the perimeter. Hotch stayed in the SUV with Spencer.

"He's not here, Hotch," Morgan spoke into his wire.

"He's not out here, either," JJ answered.

"Hotch, look," Spencer shook Hotch's shoulder, directing his attention to the road.

There was a car headed up the road directly towards Dr. Martin's home. The car pulled into the driveway and an older gentleman stepped out, looking at the agents with a raised brow.

"What can I do for you… agents?" the man asked JJ and Rossi as he saw their vests.

"That's him," Spencer whispered to Hotch.

"Dr. Martin?" JJ asked, receiving a nod from the doctor.

"Hotch… The case files of each of the victim's children, plus more, are spread out on his desk. 3 have big red x's on them, guess which 3?" Morgan spoke into his mic.

"Come on," Hotch said to Spencer as he threw open his door and stepped out.

Spencer stumbled out of the SUV and followed Hotch towards the other agents.

"…Spencer?" Dr. Martin exclaimed as he saw the mousy looking young man walk towards him.

Spencer shyly nodded, "Hello, Dr. Martin, long time no see."

"Spencer… it's been so long. How have you been? Your mother well?" Dr. Martin tried his best sound friendly.

"She's… alive. Can't say the same for my father," Spencer shrugged, kicking the dirt beneath him.

"Oh, sorry to hear that. But really, you are much better off without him," Dr. Martin replied, a smile on his face.

Spencer nodded in return, looking at his feet.

"Spencer…" Hotch gently touched Spencer's shoulder and moved him to the side, "Dr. James Martin, you are under arrest for the murders of William Reid, Scott MacDonald, and Robert Green," Hotch said authoritatively.

"This is absurd! Can't say I'm sorry that they're gone, however," Dr. Martin stood his ground.

"I'll say," Morgan shouted from the porch, "Either you've been keeping tabs, or you've been killing. But based on the date on Ben Logan's file, I'd say you're either psychic or killing," Morgan said as he walked towards the doctor, "Check his car, Rossi!"

Rossi moved to the front seat and searched the car before popping the trunk. He ran to the back and found a man bound with ropes and duct tape over his mouth.

Spencer gasped and stepped back. It was true, his doctor had been killing these men. He had killed his father.

"Spencer," Hotch stepped towards the young man and hugged him as he saw him begin to cry.

"Spencer! Is… this man…" Dr. Martin looked from Spencer to Hotch, his eyes wide, "taking advantage of you?"

The entire team looked to the two men who were hugging.

"He's obviously upset, and I am trying to comfort him, Dr. Martin," Hotch spat back.

"But the way you are holding him," Dr. Martin wiggled a finger at him as Morgan was slapping cuffs on him, "indicates desire and objectification!"

"Objectification? Spencer is a human being, not some… object," Hotch scoffed at the doctor.

"But Spencer, this man, is he hurting you?" Dr. Martin looked at Spencer, his eyes full of sadness and a hint of fury.

Spencer shook his head, "No, he would never hurt me."

"That's what you said about your father, if you remember," Dr. Martin replied as Morgan held is arms behind him.

Spencer looked at his feet before replying, "I was a child then. I didn't know abuse from discipline."

"But surely this man has taken advantage of you?" the doctor persisted.

"I was willing, God damn it!" Spencer shouted at the man. He had NOT been taken advantage of.

The entire team, including Hotch, stared at Spencer in disbelief. Shy, timid, little Spencer.

"Hotch? What is he talking about?" Rossi asked his friend.

Hotch looked at Spencer who quickly looked away. He had messed up big time and he knew it, he couldn't look at Hotch.

Hotch shrugged, "we made love."

Spencer's head shot up at this. Had Hotch just admitted to having sex with him? To his friends? His colleagues?

"You… slept with him?" Morgan asked in disbelief.

"It was more than just sex, Morgan," Hotch sighed.

"Don't tell me you've fallen in love with the lunatic," Morgan scoffed.

Without warning, Hotch swung his right fist at Morgan, hitting him square in the jaw and knocking him to the ground.

JJ quickly grabbed the unsub as Rossi was untying the latest intended victim.

"Hotch!" Spencer shouted, grabbing the older man's arm.

"He's NOT a lunatic, Morgan," Hotch yelled at the man on the ground, "but, yes. I have fallen in love with him. Get over it."