"Hotch, we just got a hit at Alexandria Hospital. They just had a guy complaining of dog bites walk in." JJ walked back into the conference room. "Alexandria PD and MPD are already in route."

"That's smart," Reid said. "He knew we'd look at DC hospitals."

"He had to figure we'd look in Maryland and Virginia, why not just get supplies at a drug store? The paramedic said the bites didn't look that bad." Morgan asked.

"He's a narcissist," Hotch said. "He doesn't want scars."

Morgan snorted, his jaw tense. "Like the ones he just gave Emily."

Garcia rubbed Morgan's shoulder and he relaxed a bit, but Hotch could still see the anger burning inside him. He could sympathize, he wanted the bastard caught too. Morgan shook his head and cleared his throat. "I'm going over there."

Morgan pushed his chair back and stood up, taking only one step before Hotch held out a hand stopping him. "Hotch," he began to object.

"You can go, take Blake or Reid with you, but you do not have any contact with Reece Walters, understand?" The last thing they needed was Walters's attorney accusing them of biased treatment or impropriety or even worse, threatening them with a law suit or assault charges.

Morgan nodded and opened his mouth, but was distracted by Garcia's sharp inhale. Hotch turned with him to look at the tech, her hand already covering her mouth. "Garcia?"

She turned toward then, away from her screen. "People filmed it."

"Filmed what?" Morgan said.

"Reece attacking Emily."Both men moved at the same time, JJ, Reid and Blake following them to crowd around Garcia's screen.

"It looks like more than one person filmed it and put it up on YouTube."

"Trace the accounts, Garcia. The prosecutor is going to need the original footage." She nodded and clicked on the longest video, which picked up as Walters was squirting a liquid onto Emily's back as she turned away from him. Within seconds he'd lit a zippo and thrown it at her. You didn't even see it make contact with her body, because she went up in flames with a loud whoosh. The people behind the camera phone could be heard speaking loudly and panicking. One of them was heard calling 911, the other was mostly cursing.

Emily dropped to the ground and rolled around trying to put herself out. She screamed. It wasn't a frightened movie scream either, it was the kind of scream one would expect to find in Hell's torture chambers. A man ran on camera with a blanket and tossed it on her, a female came from a different direction with another blanket. A dog began to bark off camera. Together they covered Emily with the blankets and smothered the flames. Those two people probably saved her life. The camera moved from the moaning lump of blanket to to a man shouting and cursing at a dog, a pitbull that was growling at him and attacking him. Reece's bloody leg showed where Clooney had already gotten him. Clooney leapt up then and sunk his teeth in Walters's right thigh, very close to his penis and testicles. No wondered he'd gone to a hospital for sutures.

Sirens screamed in the background and the camera swiveled again to show approaching police and then swiveled back to show Walters gone and Clooney standing beside Emily, whining, the fur around his muzzle covered in blood. The video then shut off.

Hotch turned to JJ. "Would you contact the MPD and see if they are aware of this footage, and tell them that we're tracing it?"

She was unusually pale though and she only barely nodded when she clasped a hand over her mouth and took off out of the room. He looked back at Garcia. "Would you go check on her please?"

Garcia nodded and followed after JJ without a word. Hotch looked at Morgan. "We'll handle this, call me when they have him in custody. Take Reid with you."

He nodded and they left, leaving only Blake and himself. Hotch moved away from the horror show on the screen and sank into a chair. He could feel Blake eying him. "You okay, Hotch?" she asked.

"We should have been able to protect her from this, I should have been able to protect her from this." They should have plucked Walters office the streets, they could have held him for 48 hours before they had to charge him with something. They should have moved Emily to a safe house and had agents guarding her around the clock. She was a Bureau Chief in Interpol, he could have talked the brass into it. Even if he couldn't, he could have asked Easter to organize protection for her.

"This isn't your fault. No one expected him to escalate this fast. Even Emily didn't see this coming," Blake said, though her words didn't offer him much comfort.

When they arrived at the hospital, they parked among the half dozen Alexandria PD RMPs and one MPD RMP, which was parked near an unmarked sedan that he'd bet were the detectives assigned to the case. He and Reid jumped out and flashed their badges at the security guard who approached them. He immediately dropped his hands and said, "You guys here about the guy with the dog bites?"

"Yes, what's the status on him?" Morgan asked.

"Don't know. We're in lockdown, I'm out here to make sure no one gets in or out."

Morgan nodded and then took off for the door, Reid right behind him. They held up their badges as they jogged toward the emergency room, following the signs posted on the walls. When they got close, they followed the sounds of cops shouting to a hallway leading out of the emergency room, where they found several cops with their guns drawn and too tackling a man who wasn't wearing any pants.

"Stop resisting! Damn it, stop resisting!" A young cop had a knee pushed into the man's back and was trying to pull his arms together to handcuff them. A second cop struggled to help his partner get control of the prisoner.

The second cop hissed. "You stupid motherfucker, we have you surrounded, you can't get away! Stop fighting us!"

A third cop, a female, holstered her weapon and approached the thrashing mess on the floor. She took the handcuffs from the second cop and handcuffed the thrashing man while the two male cops held him down. The man still fought.

The female cop leaned close and spoke to the man. "If you don't stop resisting we have to classify you as EDP and shove you into a burrito bag. Knock it the fuck off."

The man gave who last violent shake and then stilled on the floor. The female cop moved over to another uniformed officer. "You have leg irons in your car?"

"Yeah."

"Go get them."

The officer nodded. "On it Sarge."

The officer took off and the Sergeant headed toward where male and female cop stood. She spoke a few words and when they nodded toward himself and Reid, she walked over to them. She held out a hand. "Sergeant Molly Tiernan."

"SSAs Derek Morgan, Spencer Reid," Morgan gestured to himself and Reid.

"The detectives mentioned that his victim was one of yours?"

Morgan nodded. "She was my partner for six years."

Tiernan frowned. "They say if she'll make it?"

"It looks good."

"Good. As soon as the doctors patch him up, we'll send him back to DC with MPD and a couple of my guys to back them up. We still might transport him as an EDP."

"You think he's emotionally disturbed?" Reid asked.

"He's something, I'll tell you that. We're not pulling him off the floor until he's in leg irons."

Morgan considered that. Walters losing his grip on reality certainly fit with his attack on Emily. It seemed to be an unusually large jump from minor physical abuse to a near-fatal attack. Though if he thought he was losing control of Emily that might have been enough to push him into attempted murder. He thanked the sergeant and walked over to Reece, who appeared to have calmed down somewhat.

"Reece Walters," he said. Walters turned to him, his head forced to move slowly while the officers held him down. His nose wrinkled and his top lip flared at the sight of Morgan.

"Derek Morgan." Walters practically spat Morgan's name.

"Wish I could say it was a pleasure."

"Is she dead?"

His high class British accent made him sound refined and educated, but that didn't change what he was, didn't make him any less of a monster. "No, she's not."

Walters grunted. "No one will have her now anyway, she'll always be mine."

Morgan shook his head. "She stopped being yours the minute she got on the phone and called for help. And she'll never be yours again."

"You really think any man would touch her now, with all those ugly scars? All the new scars, I should say."

Morgan stared at the man in total disgust. Then he sighed and leaned very close, so he was practically on the floor beside the man and he spoke quietly, his voice measured. "I expect you'll be released on parole before any of us are dead, so let me give you this warning. You keep your distance. If I get so much as of whiff of you near Emily, I will empty the clip of my Glock into your chest. I don't care if I go to prison."

He pushed himself up and spoke at a normal level. "With scars or without, she still beautiful, Walters."

Then he turned and walked back to Reid, listening as Walters began to renew his struggles against the officers.

Walters was in custody and surrounded by police and Emily was safe at the hospital, there wasn't much left for them to do. As much as Morgan would have liked to personally drag Walters to jail, he knew he couldn't do that, not if Reece was going to be convicted. He sighed, "Come on, Reid, I have to see if I can get Clooney out of doggie jail."

So, this part probably came as a surprise to many of you, as I know some of you were expecting/hoping for a big take-down scene with Morgan beating Reece within an inch of his life. But that's not really my style. That said, this story is far from over, there will be more hostile Morgan, more M/P and Emily dealing with her injuries and Reece-induced trauma.

And, I'm not sure if I mentioned it in a previous chapter but MPD is DCPD, they call themselves MPD (Metropolitan PD). Also, a burrito bag is a restraining bag that covers everything buy your face (mesh covering over face) that they use on EDPs when the police need to get control of them.

Thank you for reading and reviewing!