Hi and welcome back. Finch is the UnSub, well at least one of them...

"That was too easy," Derek said, "way too easy."

They didn´t catch Finch at the hospital but at home. Finch didn´t resist and immediately talked about his "mission." Garcia also made another contribution.

Dr. Finch really was a man on a mission, Garcia found four different aliases in four different states. 20 victim´s and Garcia feared, that was only the tip of the iceberg.

He was highly convinced and motivated by his mission to help the sufferers over, into a better life. Finch, however, strongly denied having anything to do with Darcy Cole's death. Reid was inclined to believe him.

"Why would he suddenly change his MO? In addition, he was eager to tell us all about it, he is convinced of helping people. Darcy wasn´t ill, and if she would have confronted him, he certainly wouldn´t have killed her."

Morgan nodded. "Darcy didn´t make herself a lot of friends with her sniffing around, there are motives en masse."

Detective Samson entered the precinct in which they had brought Finch.

"Hey, FBI, I do owe you and the Talbot girl an apologize. The ME has just handed me Darcy Cole´s autopsy report. There is another puncture wound, also injuries in her vagina, that happened post-mortem. The guy killed the poor girl, fucked her and then made it look like an overdose, sick bastard!"

Samson was angry, he was in the mood to slap someone.

"Did you find traces of DNA?" Reid asked.

Samson nodded, "all there, we just need a control sample."

"We will get one," Morgan said.

Alix woke up because Hotch's cell phone rang. "Aaron?" She heard the water running in the shower. Reid´s name was shown on the display, so she picked it up, maybe, it was important.

"Yes Spencer? It´s Alix, Hotch is in the shower, you´ll call again?"

"Um, no. I can also tell you what's going on. Finch's our man. Morgan and I have arrested him, he couldn´t wait to confess."

Alix took a deep breath, "So he really killed my mother?" she asked.

"Yes, I´m afraid so and I'm very sorry," Spencer said.

"It's over then?", Alix wanted to know.

"We caught the angel of death, yes. But, Alix. Finch is not responsible for the murder of Darcy Cole. He has nothing to do with that. Darcy was," Spencer was undecided whether he could tell Alix details.

"what happened to her, Spencer?"

"Darcy was raped after her death and the DNA traces we found, didn´t match Finch. Alix?" Reid heard her moan.

"I'm fine, what happens now?"

"The evidence, we found in Darcy´s apartment, will be handed over to Det. Samson, the Washington PD will take care of Darcy´s killer, who ever that might be. You´ll put Hotch into the picture?"

"Of course, I do. And Spencer? Thank you for everything, bye."

"Who was it," Hotch asked as he came out of the bathroom. "Honey?"

"Reid has called, it was Finch, he killed all this people."

"Did he confess?"

Alix nodded, "but he has not killed Darcy. Reid said she was, that's so disgusting, she was already dead when he ... Oh my gosh, this makes me so sick."

Alix unceremoniously puked into the popcorn bowl. Hotch sat down beside her and took care of her hair.

"All better?"

"I think so, can you pour me a double scotch?" Alix said.

"Maybe you shouldn´t be drinking alcohol right now, I'm not a doctor, but you´re puking for several days now, maybe, we...what about a test, Alix?" Hotch said carefully.

"Test? I'm not pregnant, Aaron!" Alix started to cry, "maybe I can´t get pregnant at all? I´ve tried, Aaron. So hard. For over a year I tried to have a baby and I have been 10 years younger, than I am now." Alix sobbed, the pain from back then suddenly was so present again, "it's just all too much right now."

Alix shivered and Hotch took her in his arms. He stroked her back, Hotch knew, Alix loved Jack, a lot, like he was her own. But he didn´t know, how badly she wanted to have a baby and how hard it obviously was for her, not getting pregnant.

"It will be all right, darling, I promise."

"If I´m still sick next week, I'll make as many tests as you want, okay?"

Alix was in the mood for a concession. Hotch was relieved, there was his girl again.

"I agree", he said and kissed her forehead.

The next morning, Hotch looked at her questioningly.

"What? I'm doing well, I do not, I repeat, do not puke, in fact, I'm hungry."

Alix gave herself relaxed, she pushed aside all thoughts of having a child. She had suffered like hell, back then. Each one of these unsuccessful twelve months. Hope is the beginning of disappointment, Alix thought and took a hungry bite in her honey roll.

"You want me to drive you to your parents home?" Hotch asked.

She shook her head, "no, you don´t have to, spend your day with Jack. We´re talking only about the funeral and all the things, connected to it."

"You sure?" Hotch asked again.

"Pretty sure", the redhead said. An hour later, Alix made her way to her family. "I'm off," Alix said, kissing Hotch again. "You´ll hug Jack for me, okay?"

"I always do so, honey," Hotch watched her leave.

The man with the nerd-glasses was waiting a considerable time on street opposite to Alix gallery. When she left the house, he grinned maliciously, it was about time.

Alix pressed the button of her central locking system, as someone pressed a sweet-smelling cloth over her mouth, from behind. The man, that looked like a tawny owl, pushed the unconscious woman ruthlessly into the car and drove off with her.