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Emily and Anna looked up as he entered traces of smiles still on their faces.

"What's funny?" he seemed to have calmed down since his last visit. He looked expectant; he wanted them to answer his question.

"Nothing."Emily said, the smile leaving her face.

"Obviously it was something." The Unsub kept his voice pleasant but his eyes were telling a different story.

"It was an inside joke; you wouldn't understand." Anna piped up.

"She's baiting him." Rossi said; Hotch nodded in agreement.

But back onscreen, the Unsub hadn't lost his pleasant tone. "Do you two have a lot of inside jokes?"

"Tons." Emily nodded.

"Care to share some of them with me? They're obviously very amusing."

"No, not really. Thanks for asking though." Emily said. Anna managed to turn her laugh into a kind of small cough. The Unsub never turned his gaze to her.

"Why not?" The Unsub's smile slipped only for a moment before he fixed it back into place again.

"You wouldn't understand."

"Then help me understand." The Unsub's voice was authoritative now; his face no longer bore any remnants of a pleasant nature.

"Why?" Emily challenged. "It's really none of your business."

"I don't think you understand the position you're in here. I'm in control, not you." He hissed.

"If you say so." Emily said. This time, Anna couldn't help but chuckle.

Tension was mounting in the conference room. Though Emily appeared perfectly at ease, they all knew she was choosing her words carefully. And they also knew that it was only a matter of time before the Unsub lost control.

The Unsub took a moment to compose himself, turning away from Emily and Anna. When he turned back, he appeared calmer. He turned his focus to Anna.

"Let's start over. Anna. How are you?"

"Fantastic."

"Really."

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"

Apparently, the Unsub didn't have an answer to this question, for he looked at Emily next. "And you? How are you?"

"Fantastic." Emily echoed.

"Really. Well, it seems you both are in excellent spirits."

"Why wouldn't we be?" Anna and Emily answered in synchronicity. They glanced sideways at each other and suppressed small smiles.

"Very funny." The Unsub said, but he was glaring. He was getting close to going over the edge.

"Thanks." They said again, outright laughing this time, knowing it was pissing the Unsub off.

"It's amazing." Reid said, back in the conference room.

"What is?" Rossi asked.

"Their connection. There have been so many studies done on twin telepathy, but there's been no concrete proof either way. They're not twins of course, but still…"

On the screen, the Unsub was obviously fighting to keep his voice even; something everyone picked up on.

"I'm going to tell you something very, very important, so listen carefully. I know when I'm being lied to."

Emily gave him a blank stare. "Do you want a medal?"

He ignored her. "I'm telling you this because I have some questions for you, and I wanted you to know up front that lying to me is useless. And if you do, it will cost you. Do you understand?"

"No." Anna said.

"Excuse me?"

"I don't understand."

"You don't understand?"

"No."

"What don't you understand?"

"What you said. The lying thing. Could you explain it again?"

"I said that I always know when I'm being lied to-"

"Obviously not."

"Excuse me?"

"Well, apparently you don't always know when you're being lied to. I actually did understand what you said. I was just testing you. You failed." This was explained in such a tone so that it seemed that Anna was talking to a five year old. Emily cracked up while Anna looked innocently at Mulgrew.

Morgan smiled in spite of himself. Had the situation been different, he knew he would have been laughing. Hotch however looked more tense than ever.

Mulgrew had had it. He flew into the rage everyone had known was coming. With something resembling a roar, he grabbed Anna by the shoulders and threw her into the back wall. She crumpled to the floor. Emily had stood up in the midst of this and how charged at Mulgrew as hard as she could. She dug her shoulder into his abdomen, taking him by surprise, and kept running until his back met the wall. Without the use of her hands, however, she was defenseless as the Unsub shoved her away. She managed to remain on her feet and ducked as Mulgrew threw his fist at her. He missed and found himself slightly off balance. He turned to find that Emily was now on the other side of the room. A look of pure disgust on his face, he started toward her. Anna however, was in the perfect position to stick her leg out as the Unsub passed. She did so, and he stumbled. Emily took advantage of this opportunity to connect her foot with Mulgrew's chin. When he stood, his lip was bleeding, but he wasn't deterred. He lunged toward Emily who wasn't fast enough this time. Mulgrew grabbed a fistful of her hair, spun her around and crashed her into the wall. She flashed back to Cyrus; there wasn't a mirror for her to break this time though. He banged her head into the wall over and over; she felt herself getting dazed. Finally, she flew backwards and hit the floor. She tried to make herself stand, but she was too dazed to do so.

In the conference room, no one seemed to be breathing. Garcia had stopped typing and was staring at her computer screen with a look of horror on her face. JJ appeared to be biting her knuckle. Morgan's hands were curled into fists and Reid was staring intently at the computer screen, not moving. Only Rossi and Hotch remained stoic, though it was extremely difficult on Hotch's part. Dave's earlier words echoed in his head. It had been easy to deny them then, but now, it was more difficult. Watching Emily go through something like this again was tearing him apart. He knew though, that for the sake of his team, he couldn't show it. It was for that reason, and that reason only that he didn't move an inch while this was going on.

Thankfully, Mulgrew didn't seem to be planning on inflicting any more damage, at least not right now. He was breathing heavily; his lip was bleeding profusely where Emily had kicked him. When he spoke, his voice was controlled, almost dangerously calm. "That was a very stupid thing to do." He swiped at the blood on his lip and wiped his hand on his shirt, leaving a small trail of blood there. When he spoke again, it was more to himself than anyone else. "This isn't working. This isn't working at all." Then he yelled, pointing at Emily. "You messed this up. This is your fault!"

"My fault?" Emily retorted. Her voice sounded stronger than she looked. "This was your brother's fault. He had sex with little girls, exploited their religious beliefs to get people to go along with what he wanted."

"That's not true!" Mulgrew screamed back. "It's not true! Ben was a good man. He made something of himself. He helped people."

"Your brother was a filthy pervert!"Emily yelled at him.

For a moment, Mulgrew looked as though he was going to fly into a rage again. Instead, he turned away from Emily and grabbed Anna around her neck, pulling her to her feet. He dragged her to the door but paused before leaving the room. "This is your fault." He told Emily. And now you have to live with the fact that you got your sister killed." He pulled a gun from the waistband of his pants and placed against Anna's temple. He yanked the door open and started to drag her outside.

"Wait!" Emily yelled from inside the room. Mulgrew paused out of sheer interest. "Take me. This is my fault, like you said. Take me." She took a breath. "Kill me."

Mulgrew actually looked thoughtful. Anna met Emily's gaze, her eyes full of questions that Emily couldn't answer. Suddenly, Anna felt herself being thrown to the ground. When refocused, she saw that Mulgrew now had Emily in his grasp. Anna stumbled to her feet but only had time to meet Emily's eyes for a brief second before Mulgrew pulled the door closed.

Then, from right outside that door, a single gunshot rang out.