"Private Anthony Chaplain's last name hasn't always been Chaplain," Derek Morgan said, as Rebecca Morgan drove the jeep across the base. "His mother didn't marry until Anthony was two years old, and she didn't marry his father. Margaret Chaplain, Anthony's mother, apparently convinced Antimony's biological father to give up his parental rights so that her husband, Jack Chaplain, could officially adopt him. After the adoption went through, Margaret changed her son's last name to Chaplain from Phillips. Garacia had to do some digging but she did finally confirm that Captain John Phillips is Anthony Chaplain's biological father. She couldn't confirm whether Phillips had any contact with his son or not."

"So Phillips is targeting people who look like his son? That doesn't make sense to me."

"The fact that his son fits in with the physical appearance of his victims I think is just a coincidence. The accident that Anthony Chaplain died in was a car accident. Another private was driving the jeep at the time of the accident. Garcia was able to find a picture of him . . ."

"And the driver fits the physical appearance of Phillips victims," Rebecca finished for him.

"Right. The driver of the jeep apparently survived. Phillips probably blames him for the accident that killed his son and as he can't strike out at him, he's striking out at people who fit a certain physical appearance," Derek Morgan explained, as he took in his surroundings. He wasn't certain but the area they were in was starting to look familiar. "Aren't we near the site of the jeep accident here on base?"

"Yes. In fact they located Phillips at the exact spot that the jeep accident occurred. Is that significant?"

"Possibly. His son's accident is the stressor that set Phillips searching out his victims. The jeep accident was the second incident. It was determined that the crash was caused by operator error, right?"

"Right. It was late, the MP leading the investigation determined that the private driving the jeep probably fell asleep behind the wheel."

"The jeep was never inspected after the accident was it?"

"No. I guess the investigating officer didn't find any evidence on the scene that it would be necessary."

"Do you remember who was in charge of the investigation?"

"Not off hand, I don't. It would be in the file on the accident though."

Derek quickly grabbed his cell phone and hit the number to speed dial Hotch's number. It would have been faster calling Reid, but having been undercover the younger agent didn't have his cell phone on him. ~I probably should have thought to carry that with me along with his gun,~ Derek thought to himself as he listened to the phone ring.

"Hotch," came his supervisor's one word greeting.

"Hotch it's Morgan. Can you have someone look at the reports for the jeep accident that occurred on base and tell me who the investigating officer was."

"Give me a minute," Hotch replied. He just barely heard Hotch repeating the request to whoever was at base with him, probably Rossi. It didn't take long at all to get the answer. "Reid just said that Phillips had lead on the investigation of both the jeep and the gas chamber incidents. Morgan where are you two headed."

"Believe it or not, they caught up with Phillips at the site of the jeep accident."

"Do you want me to meet you out there?"

"I don't think it will help at all. Lt. Marley said Phillips isn't listening to those out there and is giving them orders. I doubt if he'll listen to you or me any more. The fact that Becky outranks him is probably our best chance at this time."

"Okay, but be careful and keep it informed on what's going on out there."

"I will," Agent Morgan replied before ending the call. "Phillips was the leading officer in both the investigation on the jeep accident and the incident at the gas chamber. Even if there had been evidence that either of those incidents wasn't an accident, Phillips would have destroyed it."

"He almost went with me to investigate Cadet Magnunsen's accident too. If he had . . ."

"This isn't your fault," Derek Morgan said firmly, looking over at his sister. He saw her nod slightly, though the expression on her face was unreadable.

The two fell silent as they continued to their destination. A few minutes later, Major Morgan spoke up.

"We're almost there. Stay alert, he's already opened fire on my men on site. There is no telling what our arrival will cause him to do."

"Understood," Morgan said, upholstering his gun and wishing he had thought to grab one of the bullet proof vests from the SUV before leaving the hospital.

As they approached, both siblings took in the scene ahead of them. A jeep was parked along side of the road, the trees behind it, hiding the drop that wasn't far from the road. The recovering vegetation in the area still revealing where the other jeep had gone off the road over a month earlier. A Humvee and another jeep were parked across the road near the jeep. Two soldiers could be seen ducking behind the Humvee which was on the near side of the approaching vehicle. Though they couldn't be seen from this vantage point, two other MP's were taking cover behind the jeep.

Major Morgan brought the jeep to a stop not far from the Humvee and the soldiers, both of whom looked over their shoulders at the sound of the approaching vehicle. Both Major Morgan and Agent Morgan opened their doors, and getting out, crouched down behind the open doors just as gunshots rang out from the jeep along side the road. The bullets made a ping as the hit harmlessly against the metal of the jeep.

"Captain Phillips, this is Major Morgan. I order you to cease fire and toss your gun out where we can see it," Major Morgan called out, even as she removed her gun from its holster. A quick glance to her right told her that her brother was fine.

"I won't do it, Major. I'm not going to give up, until I see justice done. Private Jones needs to pay for what he did," came the reply from the far side of the jeep.

"You attacked a cadet this morning, Captain. It's my job to make sure that incident is addressed," Major Morgan called out.

On the other side of the jeep, Agent Morgan got out his cell phone. "Den of the Techno Goddess. How may I serve you?"

"I'd never hurt a cadet. The only one I'm interested in is Private Jones. Its not fair that he got away with what he did and I intend to see that mistake rectified," Phillips called back.

"Garcia, I don't have time for games," Morgan told her, jumping slightly as another gun shot went off. He glanced over at his sister to make sure she was okay. He watched as she moved away from the door and toward the back of the vehicle.

"Was that a gunshot?" Garcia asked.

Morgan ignored the question. "I've got a name for you, Garcia. I need to know who a Private Jones is."

"You have a first name."

"I would have given it to you if I did," he told her as his sister joined him on his side of the jeep. As he glanced over his shoulder at her, she nodded toward the Humvee. He nodded his understanding, and placing the cell phone on the seat, gripped his gun in both hands. Morgan glanced to his sister, to make sure she was ready. Receiving a nod, he raised up slowly and fired several shots in the direction of Phillips' jeep, giving Major Morgan a chance to join the other two soldiers taking cover behind the Humvee.

As Major Morgan began to confer with the other two MP's, Agent Morgan picked up his cell phone. "Are you still there Garcia."

"I am, though I'm relieved to hear your voice."

"I'm fine. Did you find anything?"

"Yes. Private Rex Jones was the driver of the jeep in the accident that killed Private Chaplain. He's currenlty stationed Fort Hunter Liggett in California. Just recently returned to duty following the accident."

"Thanks Garcia," Morgan said, closing the cell phone and putting it away.

"I'm not giving up. I didn't do anything wrong. Jones deserved what he had coming to him," Phillips called out.

"Somebody cover me," Agent Morgan called out to the three army officers. All three looked over at him. The one closest to the front of the Humvee nodded, and then slowly rose, raising his rifle above the hood of the vehicle. While the cover fire would keep Phillips from shooting back, Morgan moved in a low crouch to join the others behind the Humvee.

"We're going to have to get someone one behind him and try taking him out. He's not going to give up voluntarily," Lt. Marley said, reluctant to even make the suggestion.

"I'm not ready to give that order. There has got to be a way to talk him down."

"There is. Play to his delusion," Agent Morgan responded. "In his mind he didn't attack a cadet when he went after Reid earlier. In his mind, Reid was Private Rex Jones, who was driving the jeep when the accident occurred that killed his son. As far as Phillips is concerned, Jones is responsible for his sons death. He can't strike out against Jones directly, so in his mind he sees all his victims as Jones."

"He's killing these people because he thinks they're the guy he holds responsible for killing his son," Lt. Marley said. "I can understand killing one person but you can only kill a person once."

"Not in Phillips mind. He's suffered a pyschotic break, so now everytime he sees someone that resembles Jones' appearance in his mind that person becomes Rex Jones. The only relief he's going to get is to feel that Jones' pays for 'killing' his son."

"So what do you want me to do?" Major Morgan asked.

"Stop trying to convince him that he attacked a cadet. In his mind, he attacked Jones'. Go with that. Find out exactly what he considers justice."

Major Morgan nodded though she was unsure of what to say. Unsure that she was the right one to do this. "Perhaps you should try talking to him."

"I don't think it would work. He won't see me as an authority figure. You can do this. Just remember what he thinks is reality and go with it."

"Right," she said, before turning from her brother and raising slowly to get a visual on the jeep. She could see the top of Phillips camoflagued hat above the fender of the jeep.

"Captain Phillips, what is it that you want?" Major Morgan called out.

"I want justice for Anthony. I want Private Jones to pay for what he did. Anthony would be alive if it wasn't for him but they just let him go."

"Who let him go, Captain?"

"You know who," he shouted.

"No I don't but I want to understand. Talk to me and we can try to work this out."

"There is nothing to work out. He has to pay for what he did!"

"This isn't going to work," Lt. Marley said softly, shaking his head.

Though it probably wasn't his intention to be overheard, Major Morgan did hear the lieutenant's remark. Part of her thought he was right but she wasn't ready to give up. If they weren't able to talk him down then they would be forced to try taking him out by other means. More than likely, someone was going to get hurt or worse, and that wouldn't necessarily be limited to Captain Phillips. That was an outcome that she wanted to avoid.

"Captain Phillips, I understand that you feel like there has been an injustice done and you want to see that corrected but is taking innocent people lives the way to do that. You said that Jones needs to pay for what he's done but Jones isn't here right now. How is this helping your cause."

"I don't want to hurt any of you, but I need to see justice done."

"Let us help you get that justice."

"How do you propose to do that?"

"We'll bring Private Jones in. You say he needs to pay, well let the law do that. Don't take it into your own hands. Would Anthony of wanted that."

"But they already let him go once."

"They must have missed something in the original investigation. It happens. You know that. Give us a chance to correct the mistake."

"You promise you'll arrest him."

"I've got my men looking for him right now. The only way we're going to get anywhere though is that your going to have to end this stand off. We need your cooperation, Captain. You'll need to come in and talk with us."

There was no immediate answer from Phillips. Major Morgan and those with her waited silently for a couple of minutes.

~I need to do something to convince him to cooperate, but what?~ Major Morgan asked herself, trying to think of what to do. She glanced over her shoulder at her brother as an idea came to her. She flipped her phone open, and going to the settings menu pushed the volume of the ringer up as far as it would go.

"Call my cell phone," she said softly.

"What?"

"Just call my cell phone."

Not sure where she was going with this, Derek Morgan did as his sister asked. To those taking cover behind the humvee the ringing phone was clear to hear. Major Morgan just hoped the sound would carry to Captain Philips.

After three rings, she hit the disconnect button and then put the phone up to her ear. She chanced a peak over the hood of the humvee, purposefully making sure her cell phone was visible. Behind the jeep she could see Phillips peeking over his own vehicle just as she had hoped he would be. She ducked back down below the humvee, and put her cell phone away.

She noticed Lt. Marley and the sergeant with him, giving her a quizzical look. Military protocol was the only thing keeping both soldiers from asking questions. Agent Morgan wasn't bound by that.

"Just what are you doing?" Agent Morgan asked, keeping his voice low so Phillips couldn't hear.

"Playing to his delusion like you told me to," Major Morgan told him. Raising her voice she called out to the army captain. "Captain Phillips, that phone call was from headquarters. They've brought Private Jones in for questioning. I had them do that for you but you know what, I need you to come into headquarters with me and explain everything."

"How do I know you'll do anything about it."

"I can't do a thing about it, unless you cooperate me. All we've got to go on right now is what you're telling me. You said you wanted justice, well you're going to have to trust me in order for that to happen."

"You promise Jones will pay for what he did to Anthony."

"I will do my best. First you need to toss the gun away from the jeep."

Silence followed the order. The MP's and FBI agent waited for a response from their quarry. Major Morgan was about to speak up again when they heard the sound of something hitting the pavement and then sliding a short distance.

"He got rid of the gun, we're moving in," came the voice of one of the sergeants, who was behind the other jeep, over the radio.

"10-4. We've got you covered," Lt. Marley replied as he and the three others with him moved into position to cover the other soldiers.

The two soldiers who had been taken cover behind the jeep, moved quickly toward Phillips' jeep. Within in moments they had the army captain in handcuffs and moving him around the jeep. Lt. Marley, Major Morgan, Agent Morgan and the sergeant with them, stood up and put their guns away. The whole group felt a sense of relief now that the stand off was over.

"Now what, ma'am?" Lt. Marley asked glancing from Captain Phillips to Major Morgan.

"I'm not sure. I wasn't really thinking past getting him to get rid of his weapon," Major Morgan replied. She looked toward her brother. "What do you suggest?"

"Well, we've got Phillips for sure on the assault on Reid this morning. That cadet can identify him for that. However, there is nothing to connect him to the other attacks. No one saw him, and for the most part if evidence did exist its been destroyed. The only way we're going to connect him with those deaths is to get him to confess to them."

"You really think you can get someone to confess to committing a murder?" Lt. Marley asked, the disbelief all to clear in his voice.

"It's been done before," Agent Morgan told him. "We might be able to keep using the line you've already established for us. Phillips is looking for justice which he believes he's only going to get through Private Jones being held responsible for the accident that took his son's life. If we can continue to have him believe that by cooperating with us, that outcome will come about, we might be able to get him to talk about the previous attacks. To do that, we need him to think that you really do have Private Jones under arrest."

"Just how do you propose we pull that one off? Faking a phone call is one thing but how do we convince him we actually do have Jones. It's not like we can actually show him that we have this guy in custody," Marley said, still not convinced.

"Yes we can. We've already got someone that in Phillips' mind is Jones."

"Reid," Major Morgan replied, following her bother's train of thought. Lt. Marley looked from the FBI agent to his superior officer, still not completely sure what they were talking about. "Lt. I want you to give us about a ten minute lead before you bring in Phillips and even then take your time. We're going to need some time to get things set up. Give me a call when you reach headquarters so we can make sure we're ready before you bring Phillips in for questioning."

"Yes, ma'am," Marley replied, still not sure what they were up to, but ready to follow the orders he was given.

Major Morgan and Agent Morgan headed for the jeep they had arrived in as Lt. Marley head toward the other two MP's who had Phillips in custody. Agent Morgan was already calling Hotch, as he climbed into the passenger seat. He needed to bring the BAU supervisor up to date and fill him in on his current plan.

"Lt. Marley reports E.T.A of two minutes. Morgan will call when they get here so we know when they're ready to bring Phillips into headquarters," Major Morgan told Hotch. The two were in the room they were setting up as an interrogation room. Two video cameras had been placed in two corners of the room, and the blind that was normally drawn was open, so others could watch from outside the room. They had also managed to rig a couple of radios so that the conversation inside the room could be heard from outside the room.

"Okay. How do you want to handle this?"

"At this point, I think it would be best if you guys take over. You have more experience in asking the questions needed to get Phillips talking. Also, I've been thinking about what he said out there. At one point, Phillips made the comment about they just let him go. I've been thinking about it, and I think he was referring to the MP's who responded to the scene when they ruled it an accident."

Hotch nodded. "That makes sense. He believes that Jones should have been held responsible for the accident but he wasn't. Hence the desire to take matters into his own hands. If that's the case, keeping you and the rest of the MP's out of it, may just help us. If we can convince him that we're on his side, not the army, he may be more willing to talk."

"You really think you can get him to admit to be behind the previous incidents?"

"We plan on doing our best," Hotch told her. "I'm going to go make sure everyone else is ready," he told her. Major Morgan nodded her acknowledgement and Hotch headed for the door.

Leaving the temporary interrogation room, Hotch made his way to where he had let the rest of his team, JJ and Prentiss having joined them on base. He spotted Prentiss with a couple of MP that he didn't know by name. She was going to be one of the people that escorted Phillips to the interrogation room when the came in. Morgan was already outside, waiting to greet Phillips as soon as they arrived. Looking around the room, he spoted Rossi and JJ by one of the desks near the far wall. As he walked toward them he realized that Reid was with them, the camoflagued unifrom he was wearing and the hair cut having thrown him off at first.

"The interrogation room is ready and the MP's should be here with Phillips shortly. Are you ready."

"Yeah, we've got the easy part," Rossi replied, from his spot leaning on the front of the desk, facing the chair Reid was sitting in. He held a pair of handcuffs in one hand. "Getting Phillips to talk is going to be the hard part."

"I know," Hotch replied. He looked to JJ, who was sitting in a chair on the other side of the desk. Like Reid, she was dressed in a BDU but had the band of an MP on her upper arm. "Playing solider?"

"Not much else for me to do," JJ replied. "I might as well have a little bit of fun."

Rossi had moved from his position in front of the desk and had knelt down in front of Reid. "You think this is going to work?" Rossi asked as he fastened a handcuff around Reid's left wrist.

"Convincing him that we have Jones in custody by using Reid as a decoy shouldn't be a problem," Hotch replied, as Rossi started fastening the handcuff around Reid's other wrist. "The attack this morning showed us that in Phillips mind, his victims are Jones. Even during the standoff he denied having attacked . . ."

"Take them off," Reid's panicked voice interrupted.

Both Hotch and Rossi looked toward the younger agent. His face had gone pale and the fear showing in his expression was unmistakable. JJ got up from the chair she was sitting in and headed around the desk as Hotch moved closer. All three agents noticed the increase in their co-workers rate of breathing.

"Okay, Reid. Just stay calm," Rossi said calmly, as he reached into his pocket for the key to the handcuffs.