The day went by in slow motion. Rossi told the team what O'Connor had said, and no one had believed that Kate would commit suicide either. They tended to be on Hotch's wavelength however. He saw how white JJ's face got.

An agent committing suicide usually meant that it couldn't have been farther from suicide.

Rossi continued to insist that O'Connor had lied, and Garcia, probably just from a refusal to believe the worst, got out her laptop, her face white, but her lips determined.

"We'll just see about that," she snapped. "You guys know how much I've been holding back but I don't care anymore. I am not going to sit by and let this happen, my job be damned."

"What are you doing?" Rossi asked.

"Pulling up her file," Garcia said. Her eyes flashed. "I haven't yet met a firewall that could keep me out. I don't intend today to be the day I do."

"Garcia."

They all turned to see Hotch standing in the doorway, and Garcia paused. A word from Hotch was probably the only thing that could stop her from doing this, and she swallowed.

"Do it," he finished, and Rossi exhaled.

"Let the chips fall where they may," he said, as if giving his blessing. "JJ, Morgan, Reid, you guys need to realize that your careers are in jeopardy if you stay in this room."

"We do," Reid said simply. "At least I do. But I'm staying."

"We're all staying," JJ said, folding her arms.

"Not a question," Morgan stated.

"Good," Garcia said, the color slowly returning to her face. "Because I'm already in."

Hotch was somehow the first to reach her, even though he'd been the farthest from her. They all craned to see over her shoulder, but the words in her file read just as O'Connor had said.

Was detained for questioning, committed suicide in the holding room

"This isn't over," Garcia snapped. "There is no way this is the whole story, and I plan to dig until I found out what it is."

"We'll be right here with you," Rossi said, and Hotch couldn't speak, but he moved closer.

Cantor came around 3, shaking his head. "You guys are in dangerous waters," he said. "You realize that you're putting your careers on the line for one person?"

"The only reason you did this was to get us fired," Hotch said, standing up before anyone else could speak. "So fire us."

"I can't yet," he said. "But don't worry, I'm working on it."

"Get out," Hotch said.

Cantor smiled, a pitying glance as he looked at Garcia. She was still furiously typing, trying to find the real story. "There's nothing on the FBI server that you haven't already found," he said. "I'd suggest you exit before you really get in trouble."

He left, hands in his pockets.

"He thinks he's got immunity," Rossi said.

"We need to exploit every single word he said," JJ said. "He specifically stated FBI server, does that mean her information is elsewhere?"

"I wouldn't be surprised if he has a private server," Garcia piped up, reaching to adjust her glasses. "I've found that most scumbags do."

"Is that something we can get him on?" Morgan asked, addressing Rossi.

"If we can prove it," Rossi answered. "It almost brought Hillary down, and she was once the most powerful woman in the US. Even Cantor can't get away with it."

"He's not that stupid," Hotch said. "He wouldn't just tell us that."

Reid finally spoke. "He must want us to look," he said, speaking slowly. "Because it will only dig ourselves deeper."

"Not if we do it right," Hotch said. "And you're right. If we go hacking further, then it will only make things worse for us. Unless we find it."

"So let's find it," JJ said simply. "This might be our only shot, and our last chance to work together."

"Let's do it," Morgan said. "One final ride."

It was six in the evening before Garcia finally said something. She'd been silent for hours, only asking Morgan to make her tea, but she hadn't even ended up drinking it. JJ had called Will to let him know she'd be late. Hotch had called Jessica to ask her to keep Jack for the night. Rossi called Joy, had a hushed conversation that no one could hear. Morgan had cancelled things with Savannah.

It was time.

"I found something," she said. "Not the server, obviously. I've been skating from camera to camera all afternoon, trying to find the right spot. I can see Kate being taken into the room, but I haven't been able to get inside. Until now."

She picked up her mug of tea, hands shaking as she pressed play.

Kate was sitting on a chair, alone in a room. She was handcuffed.

"She's been alone for like two hours already," Garcia said. "I skipped until I saw someone come in."

Cantor entered the room, with Eve Gardiner trailing behind him.

"I couldn't get audio," Garcia lamented. "I don't think it was even enabled, sadly."

Hotch clenched his fists to see Eve on the screen. Why didn't he realize that she was a mole? It really should have been so obvious. She'd been terrible at her job, but was handpicked from the director. Of course. Of fucking course.

He'd been blind.

They talked, and Kate seemed to be listening. She didn't speak much, and from the angle, she was really the only person they could see once Cantor and Gardiner had sat down. Reid tried to lip read, but it was hard.

"She said your name," Reid said softly, when Kate finally spoke. "Hotch. She said your name."

And then the video ended. It just cut out; the camera must have been jammed.

Garcia breathed out, her eyes red. "We're going to get them," she said, almost stern.

"Yeah," Hotch agreed. "We are."

Their hours at the BAU might be numbered, but not if they got Cantor first. And besides…

Hotch looked at Rossi, who was looking at the contacts in his phone.

Rossi always had one more trick up his sleeve. They would figure it out, and even if the outcome wasn't what Hotch wanted...dear god, she couldn't be dead...then at least they'd take Cantor down with them.