AN: Going to try to write two updates and maybe bring this fic (or at least this part) to a close before going to bed, but we'll see. There will be a second part to this fanfic, but I don't know if I'm going to write the second part immediately or if I'm going to just end this one on a cliff-hanger and finish up Lost Files before coming back to it (if anyone has any thoughts on that, feel free to share). Thanks for the reviews, each one is much appreciated! My usual disclaimers still apply, nothing has changed. *EDITED: I forgot to add the quote that I meant to put at the end of this chapter, so I'm going to go ahead and add that in*

Rossi opened the door and stepped into the interrogation room with Prentiss on his heels. It had taken quite a bit of convincing to have Sullivan observe the interrogation instead of participating, but she eventually agreed that they knew more about Scott Barringer than she could ever hope to know. Prentiss took a seat and placed a few files on the table, Rossi stood to her left side with arms folded. Scott seemed to be studying the glass behind the two agents, but the only thing that stared back at him was a reflection of himself.

"Scott Barringer," Prentiss began. Scott's gaze did not avert from the glass. Prentiss opened the file and continued talking.

"Not in the mood to talk? Alright then, I'll talk. I've got five photos here, each one of a different woman."

She pulled the pictures out, one by one.

"Elizabeth McPherson... Susan Moore... Destiny Keane... Natasha Harrison... and Katie Gerald..."

Rossi came across the table and hovered over Scott.

"You don't even know their names, though, do you? You don't know anything about them, do you? Was it that they were brunette? Or was it that they were all mothers? You got mommy issues, Scott? Huh? Is that it?"

"Dave," Prentiss warned.

"You don't know anything," Scott said venomously, but his eyes were still glued to the glass.

"You see, that's where you are wrong. We know that you are a football player for the Seattle Seahawks. Well, you were a player for them, anyway. But then you got released..."

"Your wife was a gold-digger," Rossi picked up, "As soon as she heard you got canned, she took the money and ran with it."

"So," Scott said with a shrug, "Plenty of guys have been released from the NFL. Plenty of guys have gotten divorces. That your only evidence?"

"Oh no," Emily said, "We're just getting started here, Scott. You see, we know that your parents got a divorced when you were a kid. You lived with your dad. Dad got lonely after a while, though, needed a companion. He met a younger girl, her name was Elaine. Well, your dad was rather fond of this girl, so he married her. See, the thing is that you were about 15 at the time. Football star at the high school, young woman as a step-mom. Somewhere along the way, something happens. She... does things to you? Is that what happened, Scott?"

Scott's attention had snapped to Emily as soon as the name "Elaine" was mentioned, and hadn't moved. He mumbled something, but it was inaudible.

Meanwhile, JJ approached Morgan beside the coffee maker in the conference room. Hotch was in the observation room with Sullivan, Frost, and Reid, making this the perfect time to make her move.

"Morgan," she said, "I, um... Sorry, this is kind of embarrassing, but I left my necklace in the car and I was wondering if I could borrow the keys?"

"You sure you didn't put it in your pocket or just forgot to wear it or anything," he asked, a quizzical look on his face.

"Yeah, I'm sure," she said, "I placed it on the seat right beside me and forgot to pick it up. Can I just have the keys? It'll only take a second to grab it, and then I'll bring them right back to you."

Morgan nodded, reaching for the keys in his pocket and handing them to JJ. She walked outside and he made his way to the already crowded observation room with the mug of coffee in hand.

"What was that, Scott," Emily asked, leaning in, "You'll have to speak up."

"I want to talk to Shelby," he said.

Emily and Rossi shared a confused glance before she redirected her attention at Scott.

"Shelby," she asked.

"You work with her," he said, "The blonde that you were with at my apartment. It took me a second, but I would recognize her anywhere. I want to talk to Shelby."

"Um," Rossi said, "I'm sorry, but the blonde agent's name is not Shelby."

"I know Shelby Merrick when I see her," Scott shouted, "And that was her!"

"Calm down," Rossi said.

"No! I'm not going to calm down until you let me talk to Shelby!"

"I don't know a Shelby Merrick," Rossi said, voice raising, "Now calm down!"

"In that case," Scott said, "I want a lawyer."

Hotch looked over to Morgan, who was just entering the room.

"Was JJ out there?"

"Yes sir," Morgan answered, "She told me that she left her necklace in the car, so I gave her my keys. Why?"

Shit, Hotch thought, quickly leaving the room without an explanation. After sharing baffled looks, the other four in the room followed. Hotch opened the door and walked out into the rain. He looked back and forth for any sign of the SUV, but it was gone. Jennifer Jareau was gone.

"I cherished hope, it is true, but it vanished when my person reflected..." ~Mary Shelley