Mack and Emily are silent on the drive to New London. Both know the team will not sleep again until Adam Dworkin is caught. As such, they aren't too upset about waking Nathan Gray to get more information from him. Perhaps if he had admitted his suspicions to someone sooner fewer people would have died.

It is nearly 4 a.m. when Emily bangs on his front door. She bangs three times until they finally hear someone stumbling towards the door. He rips it open.

"WHAT?" he yells at them.

Emily glares at him. "Adam Dworkin has killed 26 people out on dates and 2 cops. He's put another cop in the hospital. Where the hell would he go to hide?"

Nathan Gray looks stunned. "I…I…I…"

"Nate? Who the hell is it?"

Another man comes stumbling towards the door. Emily holds up her badge. "FBI. We're looking for Gray's murdering ex-boyfriend. If you have information that can help, stick around. If not, get back to bed."

The other man quickly retreats. Emily returns her attention to Gray.

"He had been staying at a seedy motel. Paid a month in advance. When he realized we were on to him he cashed out. What they didn't have on hand he had reimbursed to one of your credit cards. He knows we're closing in on him. He knows he's finished. He's trying desperately to get through his entire routine one last time. Where in Hartford might he hide out?"

Gray runs a hand through his hair. The agents can tell he really is trying to figure it out.

"I…I don't know. I've never been down there. Fuck, I didn't know he'd been down there until you all came to see me. I mean, I suspected but I didn't know for sure."

"You didn't want to know, you mean," Mack spits at him.

Gray shrugs. "Yeah. Maybe. Look, I swear, I have no idea where he could be."

"Think harder and longer," Emily snarls. "Two cops, Gray. Two cops are being buried with military-like honors in the next week. Do it for the two officers in uniform. Honor them the way you would honour other military personnel."

Gray starts to pace. He suddenly stops and turns to them. "He…he knew someone down there. He told me when I first found out he moved up here. It was a…a cousin or…or nephew or something."

"Thank you," Emily says and turns from the door. She whips out her cell phone. "Garcia, you back at Quantico yet?"

"Stepping off the elevator onto our floor now."

"Good. Dworkin's ex said there is a cousin or nephew or something in the Hartford area."

Emily can hear the clatter of Garcia's heels speed up. "Got it. As soon as I know something I'll call you."

"Call Hotch. Mack and I are in New London. We may not be back in time to act on your information."

"Right."

Emily hangs up as she gets into the SUV. She looks at Mack. "Do we wait here to see if Gray suddenly remembers more?"

Mack shrugs. "Damned if I know."

Emily punches in Hotch's speed dial. He answers after one ring. "Garcia is searching for a cousin or nephew or something in Hartford. I told her to call you. Do you want us back there or up here in case we need more information from Gray?"

"Stay there for now. He may suddenly remember more."

"Yes, sir. And, Hotch…be careful."

"We will be."

Adam Dworkin sits at the kitchen table in his second cousin's house. He slowly takes apart his revolver and starts to cleaning process. He cleans the cylinder first, carefully brushing each slot until nothing is left behind. He then cleans the barrel, again, brushing it and sliding a polishing rag through it. It would look nearly knew by the time he is done.

He carefully checks the hammer and trigger, brushing them both carefully to get rid of any residue left on them. They would not hang up or misfire. They would not create a jerky pull and give his victims a chance to escape with just an injury.

His tool, his weapon, would be perfect.

He carefully oils the parts and puts the gun back together. Sliding the gun into its padded carrying case, he turns to the other items in his backpack. He checks the lint roller and sees it is nearly empty. He replaces it with a back up and tosses the nearly finished one in the trash. He pulls the used strips from his backpack and tosses those away, too. His light coloured blanket is still rolled up nice and tight.

He had lost his dark blanket. Maybe his cousin had another. He walks through the house, ignoring the horrible smell coming from the master bedroom. He searches all rooms but doesn't find what he needs. He grimaces and enters the master bedroom. He ignores the decomposing mass on his bed that had been his kin. He moves to the closet and finds a navy blue blanket inside. It will work.

He goes back to the kitchen and carefully repacks his murder kit. He starts to pace. He would have to wait until nightfall to use it again. Damn the fucking cops! Maybe…maybe he should go somewhere else? Maybe New London itself.

"No," he says aloud at the thought. "I won't go there. I will finish here. I won't take this horror into Nate's backyard. I won't risk it somehow getting connected to him."

He may be a killer, but he still loves his ex.

Hotch stabs the button his phone as it rings. "What do you have, Garcia?"

"He has a second cousin. Address is in your PDA's now. I hacked his cousin's job computer and he hasn't been to work in a week. Hasn't even called in."

"Got it, Garcia. Great job."

"Thank you, sir. I'll be here until this ends now. If you need me just call."

"Will do, Garcia."

Hotch hangs up and looks at his team and Captain Durning. "Captain, call in your SWAT team. We're going to take this man down tonight."

At 5:45 a.m. SWAT team members deploy into the side and back yard of Adam Dworkin's cousin. Rossi and JJ are at the back door. Morgan and Reid are in front. Hotch is back with Durning and the SWAT commander at the vehicles. When Rossi radios that those in back are in position, Hotch lifts a megaphone.

"ADAM DWORKIN, THIS IS THE FBI. THE HOUSE IS SURROUNDED. COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP."

He waits a moment. Morgan radios in.

"I hear movement, Hotch."

"Stay away from doors and windows. We know he's armed."

"Someone just opened the back door them slammed it again," JJ reports. "We hear running heading towards the front of the house."

"Hold positions," Hotch orders. He lifts the megaphone again. "THIS IS YOUR LAST WARNING, MR. DWORKIN. COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP."

Glass shatters as a pane in a front window is smashed. "HOW DO I KNOW YOU WON'T JUST SHOOT ME?"

"YOU HAVE MY WORD THAT YOU WILL SIMPLY BE TAKEN INTO CUSTODY TO STAND FOR YOUR CRIMES."

"PROVE IT! HAVE SOMEONE COME IN AND GET ME!"

Hotch winces. He knows it could be a trap but he has to risk it. He keys his mike. "Agents, make entry. Morgan plan to cuff him."

"Copy."

Reid tries the front door but it is locked. The SWAT officer with the battering ram does the honors. Morgan enters first, followed by Reid.

In back, Rossi opens the door and JJ steps in first, her gun aimed towards the hallway leading to the front of the house.

The four agents reach the living room simultaneously.

"Drop the gun, Mr. Dworkin," JJ orders, her gun leveled at his chest.

The man's eyes travel to the four agents as if trying to decide if he could fight his way out or not.

"You won't win, Mr. Dworkin. And then you'll never get to explain to Chief Gray what you did for him," she adds.

Dworkin seems to consider this a moment before letting his gun fall to the floor. Morgan moves in and cuffs him, reciting the Miranda as he does so. He pats him down to make sure the gun was the only weapon he has. He cues his mike.

"Suspect in custody. We're coming out."

Reid and Rossi walk out in front of Morgan and Dworkin just in case any officer decides to avenge his fallen comrades. JJ walks close behind the suspect. They may hate the man, may hate what he has done, but they will protect him as long as he is in their custody. They will deliver him for trial.

Once he is in a cruiser on his way to jail, Hotch looks at JJ. "Call Prentiss and Brewster. Tell them to come down here." He looks at Reid and Rossi. "Call Elle and Detective Whitsig. They'll want to come interview him for their cases."

Durning grabs Hotch's arm. "What are you talking about? They aren't taking this bastard away from us!"

"I understand that. But we believe he killed in 2 other cities. Their citizens deserve justice, too. Let the DA's decide who gets first crack at him." Hotch lowers his voice so only Durning will hear him. "I promise you, Captain, the other detectives will want him to stand for the deaths of 2 officers. They just want to give families in their community the news that the man who killed their loved one is dead."

Durning slowly nods. "Yeah…yeah I get that. Sorry, Agent Hotchner."

"No problem. Unfortunately with serial killers there is often a jurisdictional battle. We'll be there to help you weather any issues that arise. Between you and me, I hope your state exercises the death penalty for this man. He killed 26 innocent people and 2 cops. He doesn't deserve to live."

"You're damn right about that. See you at the station."

JJ finishes removing her vest and pulls out her cell phone. "Em? Got him. From the smell of the house, he killed his cousin, too."

"Son of a bitch."

"Yeah. Come on back. Time to get what we can from him before he wises up and calls for a lawyer."

"We'll be there in an hour. Save some fun for us."

"Yeah, no problem."

For five hours Dworkin answers questions posed by JJ and Rossi. He acts like he is just chatting about the weather or other inconsequential things. But nothing really tells them what they want to know.

"So do you hate the church so much you decided desecrating their property was the best way to dispose of the bodies?"

"Yes and no. See, I put them in the old areas so I could watch over them." His eyes get excited. "I got to watch as they slowly broke down or were eaten. I did that to them and got to watch the aftermath. It was…was godlike!"

From behind a 2-way mirror, Mack grimaces. "He is one sick fuck."

"One of many we've dealt with," Emily tells her. "So many watch the decomposition because it gives them a feeling of power and euphoria. They own the person in life and death."

"Yeah…you all must be laugh riots at parties," Mack mutters.

Emily grins. "You have no idea."

Back in the interrogation room, JJ leans on the table. "Why did you kill them at all?"

Dworkin frowns. "At first it was jealousy. They were so happy and everyone could be happy for them. I was denied that."

"Only because of your boyfriend's job. You could have found someone else."

"Maybe. But…why? It wasn't fair! You're just another straight bitch who thinks we're sick, aren't you?" he accuses her.

"Who I love is beside the point. I've never killed because of it," she responds, just to see how he reacts.

He slams his hand onto the table. "YOU'LL NEVER UNDERSTAND!" He looks at Rossi. "I don't want her here anymore. Make her go away."

Rossi shakes his head. "You're not in charge here. Now, we know why you started killing. Why did you keep killing?"

Dworkin glares at JJ a second then turns all his attention to Rossi. "Because there was nothing like it. I got the best orgasms after I killed someone. And the first time I killed 2 people…oh, wow!" He looks back at JJ. "You'd have been impressed with how hard I got and how hard I came."

JJ raises an eyebrow. "Doubt it."

He shrugs and looks back at Rossi. "And every time I went back to see them rotting I'd get that same rush. Just not as…as…as deep. I could always tell when to kill again. And once I did, oh, the thrill. It just felt good to kill. So, I kept killing. But just for one month. By just killing for one month I could be sure that the high would be as good 6 months later."

"With your break up with your boyfriend, you could get on a better schedule. Why stick to every 6 months?" Rossi asks.

"I figured if Nate could go 6 months without the beauty of a real orgasm I could, too. It would show him how devoted I am to him. It would help me win him back when he retires and we can be openly together."

Rossi shakes his head. "Right. I bet he'll be happy to know you love to kill people and watch them rot. You're a real catch, Dworkin." He looks at JJ. "Anything else?"

"Just one thing." She leans on the table. "I'm bisexual, Mr. Dworkin. I am married to a woman. So don't you dare tell people that killing people and watching as they decompose is part of the alternative lifestyle. You're a murderer, Mr. Dworkin. Don't you insult other homosexuals by saying your decisions to kill has anything to do with being gay."

JJ stands and walks out of the room. Rossi gathers his things and follows her. Dworkin starts to scream that JJ is a liar. Finally, after he has admitted to everything, he finally thinks to demand a lawyer. Too little too late…he'll pay for everything he has done; for every life he has destroyed.

In the conference room, Emily is slowly packing up her things. She looks at Hotch.

"I need to go see Hicks' girlfriend. I promised her."

He nods. "Go ahead. I'll let you know when the jet leaves."

Emily lifts her briefcase up and turns to Mack. She extends her hand. "It was good working with you, Brewster. Good luck with that other thing we talked about."

Mack smiles. "Thanks. I'll let you know how it works out."

JJ walks in as Emily is walking out. "Going to see her girlfriend?"

Emily nods. "I promised."

"I understand. I'll see you at the hotel."

Twenty minutes later Emily knocks on the door of the home Hicks had made with her girlfriend. Mr. Hicks opens the door. When he sees her, he just gestures for her to enter. She finds both sets of parents and the girlfriend in the living room. Emily takes a deep breath.

"We caught him. He's admitted to everything, including the killings in other states. He will never be a free man again and there's a good chance he can get the death penalty if no deals are struck. I know it won't bring her back but I hope knowing he will face justice will at least give you a sense of peace."

Hicks' mother stands and slowly approaches Emily. Emily stiffens as she is pulled into a hug.

"Thank you, Agent Prentiss."

"It was a team effort, ma'am. The investigating your daughter did is what allowed us to end this so quickly. I just wish it had been sooner."

The girlfriend of the slain detective stands and takes Emily's hand. "I'm trying to take comfort in the fact that she died doing what she loved. She always wanted to be a voice for those whose voices had been stolen. Thank you for finishing her investigation and giving her a voice one last time."

"It was my honour."

Emily gets a hug from everyone and takes her leave. She would send flowers to the funeral…and she would never forget the smart, young detective taken much too soon.