"Where are we going?"

Ignoring the question, Gordinski continued to drive. Morgan heard a light snicker come from Rodney as the car continued away from the city center.

"My team is looking for me, you know that right?"

"Your team." Gordinski chuckled. "Your team will be too late."

"Yeah, there's a whole lot of bodies buried around this place that have never been found, right Gordinski?"

The older man glanced at his cohort shooting a look through the rearview mirror.

"You'd know more about that than I would Rodney."

"Yeah whatever."

"You gonna throw away thirty plus years on the force, Gordinski? Because if you kill a federal agent, you're done! You'll spend the rest of your life…"

"Shut up!" Then to Gordinski, "Man, let me pop a cap in his ass so I don't have to listen to his mouth anymore!"

"Patience, patience. Besides, we're almost there."

Home of Cara Harris –

"My dad found me in Mr. Buford's office."

"What were you doing there?"

Reid already knew in his gut what the boy would reveal next…it was the same thing that was driving Morgan to continue to elude capture, the same thing that kept him silent about his childhood.

"Drinking."

"Drinking?"

"Mr. Buford, Carl…he always made me drink wine before…"

Instinctively Cara pulled her son to her as if protecting him. It was too late to protect him now the damage had already been done.

"It's okay, son."

Rossi interrupted looking at Reid then at Cara. Guilt and shame was written all over the little boy's body he couldn't make eye contact with them and his shoulders were bent as if he were carrying the guilt of someone else's crimes.

"Stevie…"

The small eyes slowly lifted to meet Rossi's.

"No matter what has happened none of this is your fault. What Carl Buford did to you, is not your fault, okay?"

Stevie shook his head as tears began to stream down his face. There were no words left to say. Not now. Rossi and Reid thanked Cara and her son and quickly left the house.

"Garcia…"

"Did you find him?"

"No. Gordinski beat us here. He and Rodney took him…"

"Rossi, we have to find him!"

"I know, I know, Garcia we will, we will."

"Garcia, can you locate Gordinski?" Reid interrupted.

"Um maybe, if CPD has GPS on their cars, sure. If not, I can trace his phone…"

"Do it, Garcia!"

"Okay, okay…"

"Garcia?"

"Yeah?"

"Hurry!"

Gordinski turned sharply down a dirt road off the beaten path. It was obvious that it wasn't a road that was used often and if you weren't familiar with the area you'd have no clue it existed. Then without warning he stopped the car kicking up the dust around it.

"Get him out!"

Rodney did as he was told jumping out of the car and running to the other side of the car. Gordinski walked to the front of the car and began wiping the sweat from his brow and pacing nervously. Morgan watched and waited for his chance any chance to make a break for it. His hands were still cuffed but his feet were not and that was good enough.

Chicago Police Department –

Fran knew things were bad and she still remembered all the times the then Sgt. Gordinski had pulled Derek in for questioning assuming that he was the instigator of the bad things going on in the neighborhood. She had no idea the man still held bad feelings against her son. Now she sat next to Penelope as the younger woman searched for leads to her son's location. JJ and Hotch had taken another SUV and began their own search heading to the more rural parts of the city.

Rodney yanked the car door open and was surprised by Derek's booted foot that landed squarely in his gut knocking him to the ground. Just as Derek managed to get to his feet Gordinski noticed the commotion and struggled to drag his heavy girth toward the back driver's side of the car. It was too late, Morgan was too fast and the older man's gun was still holstered under his jacket. Rodney managed to lift his upper body off the ground just in time to meet another kick this time to the nose sending him on the ground again gasping through the blood spurting from his nose.

Just as Derek cleared the back end of the car, Gordinski managed to free his gun and aimed it at Derek's back. Even though he'd managed to get passed Rodney's feeble attempt to grab him, Derek was still close enough to hear the click of the service revolver…then the bang that broke the serene quiet of the deserted country road.

Garcia jumped almost surprised at the information flashing on the screen in front of her. Fran noticed her reaction and the fact that she'd stopped typing, her jaw dropping and her eyes wide open.

"Penelope?"

Turning to meet Fran's questioning stare Penelope exhaled a shaky breath.

"I found them."

Deserted road…

Derek felt the hot burning in his shoulder as the bullet slammed into his back; the force of which sent him to his knees.

"You make another move and I'll put a bullet in your head!"

Rodney was on his feet now, gun drawn and both men stood behind Morgan close enough for the agent to hear the men breathing.

"You're not going to get away with this…"

Morgan didn't get the rest out before he felt a large foot connecting to his lower back. He was face first on the ground now trying to regain control of his body but Rodney shoved his foot down holding him to the ground.

"What are we waiting on, Gordinski? Let's do this!"

The older man stood over Morgan's prone body holding the gun, taking his time and relishing in the moment.

"Rodney…" Morgan coughed. "How did you meet Carl?"

Rodney shot a confused look at the older man.

"What? I'm getting ready to kill you and you want to walk down memory lane?"

"Just answer. Was it Stan? Did he bring you to Carl?"

"Shut up!"

"…A gift? Were you a gift?"

Now it was Stan who moved against Morgan bending down and placing the barrel of his gun to the back of Morgan's head.

"It's time to die!"

Suddenly the sound of a large vehicle interrupted the three men. Morgan was able to lift his head enough to see two black SUV's pull onto the road. The team jumped out with their guns aimed toward Stan and Rodney.

"PUT THE GUNS DOWN!"

Stan renewed his grip pressing harder against Morgan's head. Rodney aimed his gun at the team then quickly back at Morgan not sure what to do next.

"Don't do this Captain! It's not too late to fix this." Hotch urged.

"I'm fixing this right now!"

"Rodney, drop the gun! Your son needs you! Drop it!"

The younger man began to fidget as his eyes darted from Hotch to Stan and then back to Morgan.

"Rodney." Hotch took a measured step forward. "Did Carl do things to you when you were a boy?"

"Stop talking! Rodney shook his head. "You don't know me! You don't know my life!"

"Did he make you drink the wine, Rodney? Did he get you drunk before he touched you?"

"Shut UP!"

"Stan gave you to him, right?"

"Stevie told us…" JJ chimed in.

"No! He wouldn't do that!"

"Stan, we know how much you loved Carl. He was like a brother…" Hotch continued

Stan looked up sweat dripping down his face but his gun never let up, never waivered.

"He was my brother! He was all I had!"

"Put the gun down!" Reid ordered.

Hotch took another stepped toward the other men.

"Don't come any closer or I'll kill him!" Gordinski warned.

"Rodney!"

Rodney looked questioningly at Hotch.

"Did you tell Stan?"

"Tell him what?"

"Did you tell him that you're the one who killed Carl?"

Stan was stunned. He turned his head unable to process what Hotch had just said and faced Rodney.

"No, no, no! He's trying to trick you, man!"

"You? You killed Carl?"

Stan stood upright and lowered his gun.

"He's just trying to turn us against each other!"

"Carl touched you too, didn't he Rodney?"

"No! Stop talking!"

"That's why you beat him beyond recognition! We had to pull his dental records to identify him, Rodney!"

Then…none of them saw it coming. Even in the heat of the situation, no one saw it coming. Hotch had hoped to appeal to Stan Gordinski's innate desire to be a good cop, to prove that he was more than he really was and to prove wrong all those who had said he'd be nothing but a loser foster child. So, when he turned and shot Rodney dead all that was left for the team to do was to return fire.

St. Mary's Memorial Hospital –

Morgan, flanked by both Fran and Penelope, had failed to convince either one of them that he was fine. The news from the doctor that the bullet had passed through without causing major damage did nothing to ease the women's minds. The door slowly opened and Hotch, Rossi, Reid and JJ entered the room with relieved looks on their faces. Taking their post at the foot of his bed all of them seemed to find humor in the sight before them.

"Ma, please! Baby Girl! Both of you I'm fine!"

"Derek I've been a nurse for…"

"I know, I know thirty years…"

"Exactly! So lay back and let me take car of my only son!"

Morgan shot a look to his other teammates pleading for help.

"Looks like we finally found someone that can put you in your place." Reid teased.

"Don't encourage her, Pretty Boy!"

Nervous laughter and idle chatter filled the room each of them avoiding the real topic at hand. Derek was exhausted and suddenly became quiet and distant. All of them noticed and knew it was time to discuss some real truth.

"Thank you all for what you did today."

Everyone exchanged guilty looks.

"Was Carl our unsub?"

"Yes he was. He…" Hotch began.

Morgan relaxed and closed his eyes for a moment before speaking again.

"That son-of-a-bitch! I knew it. He killed those boys and made it look like suicide."

"Yes, but…"

"I knew James wouldn't kill himself…he wouldn't…"

"Morgan."

Reid tried to interrupt his friend.

"I don't understand why Carl would force James to write a note that accuses Carl of molesting him."

"He didn't." Reid added.

"What are you talking about, Reid?"

"Morgan, I read the coroner's report. I even asked him to check everything again."

"Okay, so?"

"Morgan, Carl didn't kill James."

"Then it was Gordinski or Rodney…"

"No…Morgan." Hotch interrupted. "James killed himself."

"NO! Hell no! There's a mistake…we were supposed to talk! I told him I'd call him when we landed! He wouldn't do that!"

"Morgan there's no mistake. I'm sorry."