Hotch went home, knowing he needed to at least shower, but once there, he ended up crashing, and hard.

He woke up to hear his phone buzzing, and went to pick it up. It was Emily. "What's up?" He asked.

"We've got Cantor on numerous counts, but he's digging in his heels on that Kate thing," she said. He could hear the weariness in her voice.

"Hey, I need to thank you for coming," Hotch said. "You must be exhausted."

"I'll always come," she said. "And Clyde has been doing a lot of the heavy work so it's really fine."

"How's the baby?" He wondered, trying to delay the inevitable.

Emily sighed. "Baby's fine, Hotch, stop trying to distract me."

"You're due any day now, right?" He wondered. "I really can't thank you enough for flying overseas right before you're due."

"I will do anything for the BAU," she said. "Now stop trying to delay this. I don't think we can get Cantor to say anything, since making a deal with him is out of the question. Without it, we can't get him to admit anything about Kate."

"How is it not on file somewhere?" Hotch asked.

"It might be, but it's not on Cantor's private server," Emily said. "Garcia had already scoured that."

"Have you spoken with Harrel again?" He questioned, and Emily sighed.

"That's a dead end," she said. "I want to try putting you in with Cantor, see what his reaction is."

Hotch was already standing, walking to the bathroom and turning on the shower. "I'll be there in thirty," he said. "I just need to grab a quick shower and I'll be on my way."

The Interpol offices in Quantico weren't anything compared to their offices in Lyons or London, but they got the job done. Hotch was led by Clyde Easter down a long, dark corridor to the room where they were holding Cantor.

The man had the audacity to smirk at Hotch when they entered. "So," he said. "Back to beg for your little girlfriend's life?"

"You don't have the upper hand here," Hotch said. "Far from it."

"Let's make a deal," Cantor began, but Clyde was already shaking his head.

"No deal," he said. "We aren't giving you an inch."

"Then I guess SSA Callahan is lost to you forever," Cantor grinned. "That is, her dead body will never be recovered."

"Tell me what really happened," Hotch said. "There is no way that she committed suicide, she knew that the BAU would come as soon as they got word."

Cantor shrugged. "I guess she didn't know. Maybe she didn't have as much faith in you as you thought."

Hotch's hand clenched, and he tried to stay calm. "You have nothing to gain by keeping this from us."

"I've told this fellow numerous times," Cantor said. "I'll tell you where the body is...if you give me a deal. I want life in prison, with parole."

"Life in prison, no parole," Hotch said.

Clyde shook his head. "You committed international crimes," he said. "It's not that easy."

Hotch stood up, weary. He couldn't tell what was true anymore, he had no idea whether Cantor was lying. He started, realizing they had one last card to play. Agents hadn't been able to locate SSA Eve Gardiner yet...but Cantor didn't have to know that.

"We found SSA Gardiner about an hour ago," Hotch said, checking his watch. "If my calculations are right, my agents will be grilling her right now." He raised his eyes to meet Cantor. "Do you have as much faith in her not talking as you have in yourself?"

Cantor just laughed. "SSA Gardiner is safe," he said simply. "And no, I didn't fall for your little ploy."

Safe. He'd said that Gardiner was safe. Why would he care about her safety?

Hotch had already turned to Easter. "Have you already sent agents to Cantor's place of residence?" He asked.

"His apartment, and his house in DC," Easter affirmed. "That's all that we saw. Does he have another piece of property?"

Hotch bit his lip. What exactly had Cantor said about Canada, all those months ago?

"How far does your influence extend into Canada?" He asked. Easter smiled, tight lipped.

"We have influence everywhere."

Garcia was able to locate Cantor's cabin in Canada, and agents were dispatched.

"She has to be there," Hotch said. "I guess it makes bizarre sense. He sent Gardiner and Callahan to Canada to get them out of the way."

"Hotch," Emily said, voice soft. "You can't afford to get your hopes up. Kate's not a fool, and she would have tried to escape a long time ago, and send us a message."

"Maybe she's been drugged the whole time," Hotch said desperately.

"It's not Cantor's modus operandi," she said, shaking her head. "We've got agents approaching the cabin now, but I need you to realize that we might not find her there."

"You don't have to talk to me like that," he replied.

"You're too close to this," Emily said. "We both know that."

She looked down at her phone, making a noise in her throat. "They got Gardiner," she said, and Hotch's heartrate tripled. "But there's no sign that anyone else was there." She looked up to meet Hotch's gaze. "I'm sorry."

Gardiner was transported back to the Interpol offices in Quantico, but it had been hours, and she was frustratingly opaque. "I was informed that SSA Callahan committed suicide," she said. "I'd gone home for the night." She stuck to that story, and Hotch watched from the other side of the glass as Easter grilled her.

They weren't getting anywhere with this.

He finally walked to the door, flinging it open. Gardiner was surprised enough to flinch, and Hotch remembered just how long she'd been in his unit. Surely she knew enough to fear him.

"You're looking at a really long sentence if you don't start talking now," he said, voice harsh. "You have one chance, and this goes away after I leave. Tell me what happened to her."

Gardiner met his gaze, eyes ice cold. "I already did."

"Then where's the body?" He asked.

She shrugged, leaning back in her chair. "You know, I worked in your unit for almost two years," she said. "And I never saw you act like you appreciated my work at all, and when that spot was open, you hired someone else. You hired Kate Callahan, even though I was fully qualified and had been waiting for that spot to open up for years. I'm not telling you anything."