The next day, Spencer and I were sitting outside the court house waiting for Hotch. I was the police vehicle with Mr. Mattloff pull into the parking lot. About a row away was Mr. Corbin getting out of his car. Spencer and I both saw it; he was reaching for something in his suit pocket. "Stay. Here," Spencer demanded, and took off across the parking lot. Corbin didn't see him, he was focused on Mattloff, and he was pulling out a gun. I jumped to my feet, but I couldn't move. I didn't know what to do.

Spencer grabbed Corbin and held onto his wrist. He said something to him, but Corbin was still staring at Mattloff. I hurried over to them, I knew I shouldn't, there was a loaded gun and Spencer was between it and its target. I heard Corbin say, "I am thinking about Darcie." His eyes showed both pain and hatred.

I heard Spencer say something like "Give me the gun, you will be in jail and you will regret it".

"I'm already in prison," Corbin replied, but he let Spencer take the gun.

I closed the distance between myself and the two men. "Mr. Corbin," I said. He didn't look at me, his eyes still trained at Mattloff's back.

"How did you know?" He asked Spencer.

"Your affect, your demeanor, you were to calm yesterday, you called me by my first name."

"If you're so good at predicting things, how come you couldn't stop him before he took my Darcie?" Corbin demanded.

"Look I shouldn't say anything, but there's some new evidence," Spencer confessed.

"What new evidence?" Mr. Corbin asked.

Spencer started to pull me away. "Wait," I said. "Mr. Corbin?" I said again. This time he looked at me. "Mr. Corbin, I told you yesterday I know what it's like. I do. You said you felt like you couldn't protect Darcie. My mom was taken away from me. She made herself sick and died, and I couldn't do anything to help her. I felt like it was my fault but it's not. And it's not yours that Darcie's gone. So you need to understand that it's not your responsibility to avenge her death. You can't get back at the person who took her away, just because it hurts, neither can I. It will be ok. I promise you that." Corbin just looked at me. I turned away and walked into the court house with Spencer.

"Sara I told you to stay there, why did you follow me?" Spencer demanded "There was a loaded gun, you could have been killed."

"Spencer, he wasn't going to hurt you so he certainly wasn't going to hurt me."

Reid closed his eyes, trying to control himself. "Don't try to profile people Sara," he stressed, "You can't go putting yourself in danger like that."

"Well neither can you," I glared. Court began before we could continue.

A woman was on the stand, Mattloff's birth mother. She had given him up for adoption 37 years ago when he was a baby. She was Native American. I remembered what Spencer said about burying a body face down. It was a Native American belief he had told me about. Mattloff had tracked down his mother in 2003 and had wanted a relationship with her, to be part of her life. I could see Reid watching Mr. Corbin. So was I. I knew how he felt, wanting to get back at the person who took away your family. The woman on the stand was getting chocked up. Then she said she had received gifts from Mattloff, jewelry. Jewelry that had been taken off of Mattloff's victims. I saw Mr. Corbin shudder when Darcie's watch was displayed as evidence. Court adjourned once again. Mr. Corbin was visibly upset, and Mattloff was looking intensely at his mother, still on the witness stand. Mattloff was lead out and Spencer and I went out into the court house lobby.

Suddenly, security guards ran past us and an alarm went off. "What's going on?" I shouted over the noise.

"I think Mattloff may have gotten his memory back. I mean it this time Sara, stay here." And Spencer ran off after Hotch and the guards. A few minutes later he came back to me and grabbed my hand. "Mattloff's gone. He has a gun," he said as he pulled me into the parking lot.

Mattloff had stolen a clerk's car and taken off. "You put out an APB?" Hotch asked a guard.

"State wide, we'll block every road out of town."

"Don't forget service roads, he knows them all," Hotch added sternly.

"You know this guy right? Any idea where he might be headed?" The guard asked.

Spencer jumped in, still holding tightly onto my wrist. "It all depends on who he is." Mattloff's lawyer walked past us on his Blackberry, Hotch ran after him.

"Did you know?" Hotch demanded of him.

"Know what?" The lawyer asked, looking irritated.

"You talked to Mattloff every day. Did you know that his memory was coming back?"

"I don't have any idea what you're talking about" the lawyer said defensively.

"He can't help us," Spencer said turning to Hotch, relaxing his grip on my wrist slightly, "He's a paranoid personality, even if he was aware he wouldn't have told him anything," Spencer said quickly.

"Get Sara out of here, and then get over to the jail. Look for anything, any clue to tell us where he's headed," Hotch commanded Spencer, who carted me to an SUV.

Spencer put me in the passenger seat and ran around to the driver's side and started the car. "I don't have time to take you home, so you're coming to the jail with me. I need you to stay out of the way and keep quiet, all right." He said, but it wasn't a question.

"Ok Spencer." I kept quiet in the car, letting Spencer think. When we arrived at the jail he hurried in without me. I followed him in. He showed his credentials at the desk, pulled on a pair of latex gloves and asked to see Mattloff's cell. The guard didn't ask about me, just unlocked the door and left Spencer to his work. I watched intently. Spencer scoured every inch of the cell, checking anywhere Mattloff may have hidden something. He tore the sheets off the bed and lifted the thin mattress. Underneath was a stack of lined yellow paper. Glancing at each one, I knew he was reading every word; Spencer tore through the papers until he reached a pencil drawing of a waterfall surrounded by trees.

He pulled out his phone, "Hotch I think I know where he's going."

Spencer and I ran to the parking lot of the jail and got in a squad car. We drove quickly to a park, the same one where Mattloff had murdered and buried his victims, Spencer explained. We parked in the grass with the other police vehicles. "Any sign of him?" Spencer asked.

"He's got about a half hour head start on us," Hotch answered grimly.

Spencer showed Hotch the drawing. "There was a waterfall where Darcie Corbin's body was found."

"Yeah that's Lindale falls," the police officer said.

"That's where we need to go," Hotch agreed.

"I figured this guy would head straight out of town."

"He's looking for something," Hotch said thoughtfully.

"For what?" The cop asked.

"Himself."

Spencer pulled on a bulletproof vest and my heart started racing. He grabbed another from the back seat of the police car and started to put it on me. "Sara. You are going to sit in the police car with the doors locked, with this," Spencer commanded, opening the back door of the car. He pushed me onto the floor of the backseat and handed me the gun he had taken from Mr. Corbin. He pulled the radio from the front of the car into the back and handed me a walkie talkie. "You know what he looks like. If you see him, call us on this and don't let him see you." I nodded. Spencer pulled me into a hug. "I shouldn't have brought you, I'm sorry." He locked the doors and took off with the other agents and officers.