Garcia continued to search for a lead that would help her team find Morgan before The Chicago Police Department did. Rossi and Reid were already out in the field but admittedly they were at a disadvantage. Gordinski had given his men orders to use any means necessary to bring him in including force. Morgan held the key to this case and perhaps didn't realize it.

Home of Cara Harris –

Cara looked into the face of her son; he was terrified he looked different, older and she felt as if she'd failed him somehow. Why didn't she know? How could she have sent her son into the arms of a sick monster? Stevie hadn't said a word he just stood ridged in front of his mother, father and the FBI agent who'd saved him from Carl.

"What are you going to do, Rodney?"

Morgan watched as Rodney renewed his grip on the gun while alternating glances between his son, his ex-wife and Morgan. He was determined not to reveal his secrets to the two people that had long ago lost faith in his ability to do the right thing.

"Are you going to let your son see you kill an innocent man?"

"I told you to shut your mouth!"

Cara pulled her son close while shielding him with her body. She'd seen that look in Rodney's eyes before. It all made sense now; the fits of rage and the nightmares…her heart broke for the man she'd once had so much hope in.

Morgan saw no way out without someone getting hurt. He saw himself in little Stevie's eyes…he saw the pain and he saw the loss of a childhood stolen before it had gotten started.

"Now, we're going to wait right here and you, Mr. F.B.I. are going to keep your mouth shut or I will put a bullet in your head, understand?"

Rodney came closer pressing the barrel of the gun against Morgan's forehead. Morgan waited for what would come next. He heard Cara gasp as he closed his eyes.

"Yeah, I understand."

"Good." Then looking at Cara. "Take our son in the bedroom."

"What are you going to do?"

"I said, take our son in the bedroom!"

"Rodney, please don't do this! I'm begging you!"

"We're just going to talk, right Derek? Just two old friends catching up."

Without another word, Cara pulled her son down the hallway. Rodney lifted his head and when he heard the sound of the bedroom door closing he turned his focus back to Morgan.

"Now where were we?"

"Where do think he'd go?" Reid asked.

"Knowing Morgan, he's trying to clear his name. He'd start at the scene of the crime."

"The community center."

"Yup."

"But the police are probably staking that place out."

"Probably but Morgan knows how to get around a CPD stakeout."

The next few minutes were spent in silence as the two agents combed the streets.

"So why do you think Gordinski is so determined to pin these murders on Morgan?"

Rossi took a moment before answering.

"How much do you know about Morgan's childhood?"

"I actually don't know anything about his childhood. In fact, I've learned more in the last few hours than I have in the last eleven years and I consider him one of my best friends."

"Yeah same here."

Again there was silence between them.

"So what do you think he's been hiding?"

"Well, let's see. James Barfield was a close friend of Derek's. He wrote that Carl Buford abused him when he was a boy. Derek played football for Buford. He never talks about Buford; I think we both know what he may be hiding."

Reid turned and looked aimlessly out of the passenger side window. He didn't want to imagine what Derek had refused to share with them or why he'd decided to run from them instead of to them.

Stan Gordinski was five minutes from the Harris home. He welcomed the call from his longtime associate. The two men had formed an unholy alliance to protect themselves from the one man who knew their secrets. Gordinski had been responsible for introducing both Rodney and Derek to his "brother" Carl. Rodney had become a part of the dark side of things in the community while Derek had left in pursuit of something better.

"I always wondered what I would do if our paths crossed again."

Morgan struggled to keep his breathing even; showing fear to Rodney was something he refused to do.

"You always thought you were better; you and your sisters. Now look at you!"

"Rodney, what's your son going to think? Uh? What's he going to do knowing his father is a mur-"

Rodney slammed the gun against the side of Morgan's head again. He was supposed to wait for Gordinski but he needed to finish this; he needed to win, to beat the one man whom he'd never been able to beat before.

"Ahh!"

Morgan closed his eyes tight against the pain as a fresh trickle of blood ran down his face.

"How about I kill you right now? How about…"

"RODNEY!"

Rodney froze his arm in mid air to strike again. Morgan slowly raised his head struggling to see past his attacker toward the familiar voice. Gordinski stepped through the front door with his gun drawn.

"I'll take it from here."

"Took you long enough!"

"Yeah well, his FBI buddies have been a pain in my ass all morning, so I had to make sure I wasn't followed."

"You owe me for this one. There ought to be a reward or something for catching the dude that killed your buddy, Carl."

No one knew Gordinski's and Buford's real history and Stan didn't see a reason to reveal it now. He moved closer to stand next to Rodney staring intently at the bloodied Morgan.

"Damn, good thing I got here when I did."

"When did you two become friends?" Morgan moaned.

"Friends? That may be a slight overstatement." Stan looked at Rodney and the two men smirked. "Let's just say we both share the same dislike of our hometown hero."

"I didn't kill Carl or those other boys and you know it, Gordinski!"

"I don't know anything of the sort. You've always been a troublemaker and I see things haven't changed."

"Come on, man we need to get rid of this problem."

Stan nodded in agreement as he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out his handcuffs.

"Garcia, we need something quick!" Rossi yelled into his cell. "There's no sign of him at the community center and nobody's seen him."

"I'm trying, but so far nothing and Gordinski left out of here about an hour ago."

"That man is hell bent on pinning this on Morgan and if we don't find him before…"

"Hold on!" She interrupted. "I think I found something!"

Home of Cara Harris –

Rossi pulled the SUV into the driveway of the small house and jumped out. Reid met him at the driver's side and the two rushed up the steps to the front door. A woman met them at the door frantic and they could tell she'd been crying.

"Are you Cara Harris?"

Rossi held his credentials up against the screen door.

"Yes."

She opened the door and stepped aside allowing them in.

"We're looking for your ex-husband Rodney Harris. This is his last known address."

"Rodney doesn't live here…do you know Derek Morgan?"

Reid and Rossi exchanged puzzled glances.

"Yes. He's our friend."

"Then you've got to help him! My ex-husband and Captain Gordinski took him!"

The woman was near hysterics now as she tried to explain.

"Calm down, calm down…just tell us what happened." Rossi continued.

"Agent Morgan came by; he wanted to talk to my son, Stevie."

"Why would he want to talk to your son?" Reid asked.

"He said it had something to do with Carl Buford."

Then as if on cue, little Stevie came around the corner and stood next to his mother she gently wrapped her arm around him and pulled him against her body. Tears began to fall down her face. Rossi spoke first.

"Stevie, my name is David Rossi and this is my friend, Spencer Reid. We're friends of Derek Morgan, the man that was here earlier."

Stevie silently shook his head. Reid took a step closer to the boy.

"Do you know something that can help us find our friend?"

Still without saying a word, Stevie looked at the floor. Cara pulled away slightly and turned her son to face her. He slowly looked her in the eyes.

"Stevie, do you know something?"

"My dad told me not to tell…" He whispered.

"Tell what?" His mother asked.

"Dad…"

"Please Stevie, we don't have much time." Rossi pleaded.

"It was my dad…he killed Mr. Buford."