Reid and Hotch sat in the interview room.
Hotch had just finished detailing to Reid the events that took place the following day.
"We will find your mom, Reid." Hotch tried to assure him.
Reid didn't look up, his eyes bloodshot.
Hotch stared at him but decided to continue as Reid wouldn't look at him,
"The gun used to kill Cassie was Jack's, the exact gun from his time as a mob boss. We've concluded Lindsey must be using Jack's gun. We don't know why." Hotch told him.
Reid still didn't look up, his hands folded over another, "It's because she's a daddy's girl." He told Hotch affirmatively.
Reid continued, it seemed as if he were talking to himself, not to Hotch directly, "The gun is an odd touch of sentiment for an otherwise logistical killer. She took the gun because she's a daddy's girl because they were inseparable."
Hotch nodded. "We're trying to track Jack down in WitSec."
"You need to find him. He's the key." Reid told him.
"We know, Reid," Hotch told him.
"Hurry. Find my mom." Reid spoke authoritatively to his superior.
It didn't bother Hotch given where Reid was, he was sure prison had changed their agent a bit.
"Reid, try to isolate yourself," Hotch told him, not wanting him to become any farther gone. When Hotch got word about the prisoners released from the infirmary, he picked up that the prisoners were learning Reid was an F.B.I. agent.
Reid nodded, he stood up and walked out.
J.J. and Natalie were back, the rest of the team aside from Morgan and Alvez were at the conference room round table. Garcia included with her laptop.
"Couldn't someone have told us Lindsey left wit-sec?" Garcia asked.
J.J. shook her head, "It's for her own protection."
Natalie chimed in next, "The marshals stay away unless you're in trouble. Even our own case agents aren't told about their member status."
Garcia sighed as Hotch entered the room.
"How'd it go with Reid?" Rossi asked him.
Hotch shook his head, "He believes Lindseys using her fathers gun as a way to carry on his legacy. I spoke to the warden about protective custody. It didn't go well, he said he couldn't."
Garcia's laptop chimed, "Okay. More ballistics on Jack's gun came in. Lindsey has been a busy evil bee."
"How busy?" Prentiss asked.
"That gun has been involved in fifteen murders in the last 5 years," Garcia answered, putting the map up on the video unit.
"Single-shot to the back of the head with a modified hollow-point," J.J. said, noting that the execution-style killing was the same way they found Cassie earlier.
"That's our Lindsey," Rossi added.
"You guys see the geographical pattern? All of the kills are along the U.S. Mexico border." J.J. asked.
"Each of the victims has apparent cartel ties," Garcia noted.
"So she's a drug cartel hitwoman," Natalie told all of them, looking around carefully.
"Why is she using her dad's gun? That helps us and it's risky for her." Garcia questioned.
"It's not a choice. It's an impulse." J.J. answered.
"Jack. I don't know if you remember me but I'm agent Morgan. This is agent Alvez. From the BAU." Morgan told him as they approached the park bench where Jack was sitting.
"We need to find Lindsey," Alvez told him.
Jack threw his hand up, almost in a mocking way.
"Have you seen her?" Morgan asked.
"No. What's this about, anyway?" Jack asked with his thick Boston accent, that couldn't be faked.
Jack continued, "I'm 10 years in. All of a sudden, you guys want to talk to me."
Alvez and Morgan looked at each other.
"Lindseys in trouble," Alvez told him.
"Your gun was used in a murder in D.C. recently and others like it over the last five years," Morgan informed him.
"She must have hidden it before wit-sec had the chance to find it," Alvez added.
Jack didn't speak, he didn't even flinch really. He seemed somewhat concerned for his daughter but it was like he already knew.
Morgan decided to sit down next to him,
"This is bad. For Lindsey. When we get her and we will get her, she'll be locked up for life."
Jack looked over his shoulder, he sighed.
"But you'll be able to see her." Morgan offered.
Jack started to breathe heavily.
"Has she contacted you recently?" Alvez asked.
Jack decided to comply, "I talked to her about two months ago on the phone. She called me and wanted to know about some high-grade pharmaceuticals down in Mexico. Something I'd never heard of."
Morgan and Alvez eyed each other, Lindsey had been in Mexico.
"What were they called? What kind?" Alvez asked.
Jack shook his head, "I don't know. It was like sc-scope something, I don't know."
Morgan sat up at that, his brow furrowing. He wasn't mad at Jack,
He tapped into his brother's brain, "Scopolamine and Sevoflurane."
Jack looked at him, "Yeah, how'd you know that?"
Morgan looked to Alvez who turned around. Morgan shook his head, he hated what he was about to tell this man his daughter was doing and did.
Morgan informed Hotch that Lindsey had been looking for the drugs Scratch consistently used.
Reid stared at Calvin Shaw in the cafeteria. He wanted to show Shaw he wasn't afraid of him. He couldn't let Shaw have this much control anymore.
Shaw noticed and soon moved to sit down right across from Reid.
"You're gonna need to grow eyes in the back of your head because you'll never see it coming," Shaw warned him as he sat down.
Reid slowly rotated his sharpened toothbrush shank contraption under the table, Shaw didn't know what was coming.
Reid leaned in close as he swallowed, "I have a better idea."
Shaw half laughed, "What's that?"
Reid stood up with the shank in his hand, clearly visible for Shaw to see. Shaw jumped up with him as he did. Reid grabbed Shaw's hand with the free one and moved it to stab himself (Reid) in the leg.
To everyone watching it looked like Shaw had stabbed Reid. Reid's blood was all over Shaw's hand and blood trickled down Reid's leg. His hand covered in his own blood too.
Shaw began to yell as Reid moved back, letting the weapon drop near Shaw as he did, "No! No! I didn't do that!"
The prisoners started shouting as one of the guards pulled Reid back. Shaw kept yelling, insisting it wasn't him, "It wasn't me, man!"
Reid gave the creepiest smile he'd ever given anyone as the guard pulled him back, anger pulsing through his veins, and a little gloating as he outsmarted Shaw.
The other guard grabbed Shaw, holding him back. Reid kept smiling, satisfied with what he'd done.
After the incident stopped and the alarms went off, Reid had gone to the infirmary for his leg to be stitched up and then he was moved to solitary confinement.
He sat back in his new cell, grateful to be there as this would be his safety net for now.
The team sat in the break room after Morgan and Alvez were back.
"I can't wrap my head around why Peter Lewis would choose to take on Lindsey as a partner," Natalie told them. She sighed, she felt so uneasy about the idea that this was Peter Lewis and not Cat but the evidence was consistent and she couldn't argue with it.
"Alvez and I talked about that on the flight," Morgan began, "Maybe he was digging farther into Reid's past and he saw that Lindsey had become a contract killer. Maybe she could get to him in a way he couldn't?"
"We also said it might be logistics since he's a fugitive, he might not be able to get drugs," Alvez informed them.
"Well, Lindsey knows the border. She'd be a good drug mule." J.J. told them.
Hotch walked in, "I have a meeting with the judge first thing in the morning."
"But all we have is a theory, Aaron, and no support from the brass," Rossi told him.
"I know. But that hasn't stopped us before. We have 12 hours to make an airtight case to bring to them." Hotch told them all.
"We'll need a paper trail," J.J. added.
"I'll put on more coffee," Rossi said as he turned around to start preparing it.
Morgan walked into Hotch's office to find Garcia there.
"What is it, baby girl?" He asked.
She shook her head, "Reid stabbed himself to get into solitary confinement."
He walked over to hug her, keeping the door open for the unit chief. "That's a good thing. He isolated himself and didn't hurt anyone to do it."
"Oh." Garcia said, "Derek if Reid dies, I quit."
Morgan let go of her for a minute, he sat down in the other chair, "Penelope."
She shook her head, "Everything that keeps happening, pieces of myself just keep getting chipped away and I won't. I'm sitting here to hand Hotch my contingent letter of resignation. Not even you can change my mind on this."
Morgan sighed, "come here." He hugged her tight.
Hotch got all of the files he could find pertaining to the current case from Lindsey and Jack to Scratch to Reid's trial, everything and he handed it to the BAU. Alvez agreed to help as he wanted them to have an extra set of eyes to get Reid out.
J.J. found something first, "Okay. I got Carol Atkinson crossing the border at Los Indios." She stood up to point to the map, "There's a factory nearby that administers NON-FDA approved seasickness tablets. Scopolamine pills."
Morgan looked at the map, "Los Indios is only a 40-minute drive to Matamoros."
"So we placed her," Rossi added.
"Now, we need to put the knife in her hand," Hotch said, he looked down and the team began to dig once more.
"Hotch, Officer Wilkins from both prisons paid a visit to Jamie LaMantia recently right before Carol Atkins showed up with Diana," Natalie told them. She then flipped her own computer screen around to show the security camera from Reid's apartment building.
"How do you know he was visiting her?" Hotch asked.
"I already looked and had Garcia double-check me on this. There are no other known connections between Wilkins and any of the other residents. Does Wilkins have a connection to Scratch? No. But he has one to Cat. This isn't Peter Lewis," Natalie insisted.
"Why would Wilkins do this? Does he have a criminal record?" J.J. asked.
"I'll dig," Garcia replied.
"Okay, we still need to put the knife in her hand, and then we work the case from the Cat angle," Morgan stated.
Reid was dreaming of all the things he had done in his time in prison, he thought of Shaw and his warnings. He had trusted him. He couldn't believe the things he had done, the guilt was overwhelming.
A pounding on the door woke him up, a manilla envelope was slid underneath.
A handwritten note was inside,
I can get you anywhere.
I own this place.
Do you really think you can get away with it?
Not in here.
Not on my watch.
The note had to be from Shaw.
Reid crumpled it up, he tossed it to the floor, he sat back down, facing the wall, ready for whatever was about to come.
Prentiss found information on Jack's gun, it had been used the day before Nadie's murder. It wasn't a cartel hit.
"The victim was Victor Flores." She relayed to the team. "He was a local real estate broker and a model citizen." She passed the folder around with the file recounting his death in it.
Rossi looked it over, he determined it was Lindsey, it was her M.O.
"Why would we only hear about this now?" Morgan asked.
Prentiss got up to look at the map, "It's a different jurisdiction."
Natalie stood up, squinting her eyes and moving towards the map, "This doesn't make sense. She crossed the border in Los Indios. Drove to Matamoros and then drove to kill Victor and then back four hours to Matamoros?"
"She could do it," Hotch interjected.
"Well, I know. But why go to the trouble?" Natalie asked.
"Why kill Victor Flores?" Alvez asked.
Before he could hear any theories, he got a call from the task force,
"Alright, Rick. Thank you."
"What is it?" Hotch asked.
"Mexican authorities found an abandoned truck last week that matches the description Reid gave," Alvez told them. "It was dumped two states over, it was Victor Flores."
"Lindsey killed him before Nadie and stole his truck too," Rossi concluded.
"This is all good but I have to go the judge with concrete evidence, this is circumstantial. Garcia, how are you doing finding Lindsey's prints from wit-sec?" Hotch asked.
"No luck, sir. I've called in every favor I can think of and then some. It will take me at least five more hours to get through all this red tape." Garcia told him.
Hotch sighed, "I'm going to the courthouse in one."
Hotch went in with the files the team had collected on Lindsey. He didn't have much to give the judge but he was going to try his best to use his legal practices to his advantage, even with the judge.
"The BAU believes the murder of Nadie Ramos was committed by a contract killer with personal ties to the team, at the behest of a serial killer we've targeted for years, one who has in return targeted members of our team over the years as well," Hotch informed. To get Reid out of jail, they had to go with the most consistent evidence although he now had doubts this was Peter Lewis too.
The prosecuting attorney interrupted, "I'm sure you've heard of Occam's razor, agent Hotchner."
Hotch ignored him and continued, "their continued partnership is a major security risk, threatening the lives of-"
The prosecuting attorney spoke over Hotch now, "How dare you to attempt to minimize the life of Nadie Ramos."
Hotch became aggravated, his face remained steady he knew what he was doing from his own time spent as a prosecutor, he continued, "many innocent people."
The prosecutor looked to the judge, "Every word in here is circumstantial."
Hotch ignored him, "If you compare the partial points found at the scene to Lindseys from her wit-sec file, it proves she did this."
"And where's that report?" The prosecutor asked. Hotch knowing that would happen.
"The report will be here soon."
"You have nothing definitive here right now? Weren't you a prosecutor?" The prosecutor asked.
Hotch eyed him.
"An innocent man-"
He was interrupted again, "His possessions were found at the crime scene, covered in the victim's blood. A cut on his hand matching the murder weapon. You call that innocent?"
Hotch raised his voice, "Until proven otherwise, yes." He turned back to the judge, "Another woman was in that motel room, the M.O. matches."
"Agent Reid was high out of his mind. Not exactly the best witness."
"Lindsey was there," Hotch assured the judge.
"I know if I chose to ignore protocol and waste the judge's time, I'd certainly propose more than a couple of loosely tied theories. I'd bring evidence." The prosecutor said which caused the judge to make a face at him.
"We are," Hotch stated firmly.
"But until you do-"
The judge interrupted, "That's enough, counselor. Agent Hotchner, you know as well as I do, every piece of this must be checked thoroughly. And that's gonna take time."
"He doesn't have time." Hotch pleaded.
Garcia managed to get the prints to the judge proving Lindsey was in the motel room with Reid. That caused the judge to issue a get out of jail free card.
Hotch called the team, "Go get Reid."
Natalie was practically running out the door, Garcia followed, along with Alvez and Morgan.
"I have something I need to do," Alvez told them.
They all nodded and rushed to the prison.
Reid sat in solitary confinement thinking of everything that had happened over the last few months spent in prison, he still couldn't believe what he'd seen and what he'd done. Was he a monster now? Was he like these people? How would he tell his friends? He couldn't.
His cell door opened as Officer Wilkins stepped in, Reid jumped up, ready for whatever was coming.
Wilkins cuffed him and began walking him down the hall. Reid looked around as he walked. He continued thinking of everything being in prison had done.
Wilkins moved him into a room with nothing in it, it was an empty space. It was bigger but somehow emptier than his solitary confinement cell. He walked over to release the cuffs.
Reid looked around, Shaw's words echoing in his head.
Wilkins went to greet the agents waiting, Alvez had already walked in, the other agents didn't know what he was doing.
"You can go get him. One of you." Wilkins told them.
Morgan pushed Natalie, "Adams."
Wilkins made a face at her.
"What?" Natalie asked.
He shook his head, he was very confused and it showed, Morgan and Garcia realized he didn't know Cat had a twin after working with her in the prison. But they opted not to tell him since he had, had it out for Reid and he might be a suspect in the case. They couldn't say anything yet as the only thing Wilkins was guilty of was being in bad places.