The rest of our interview went as well as the first one did. Brudos talked about how he had installed an intercom and lock on the garage so that his wife couldn't get into his things and she wouldn't see something he didn't want her to. Our interview ended with Brudos taking the pair of shoes Ford had brought in and using them for masturbation, which didn't help with the theories the world had come up with as to why he did it.

I sigh as we walk out of the prison, "that was…."

"Disgusting." Ford nods, "I know. I'm sorry you had to see that."

"I'm sure I could and will see worse. Especially in this field." I chuckle and shake my head, "but it was…"

"Amazing," Tench nods, "I know."

"All that stuff about his mom burning the shoes."

"Uh huh," Ford nods, "the high heels worked."

"You could say that." I chuckle, excited about the information we got from Brudos.

Tench stops Ford as we walk toward the car, "let me ask you something. Was that true about your mom walking in on you?"

I hadn't stopped when the boys did, but I am still in ear shot, I can hear Ford clear his throat, "yeah…"

"It didn't bother you, using that? Or saying it in front of Nancy."

"Nancy is a coworker and an agent, who knows we may have to use information like that to get information from these guys, and who doesn't have a weird story about thier mom and sex?"

I chuckle and lift an arm, knowing Ford didn't know I could hear, but I couldn't pass up the chance to embrasses him, "I don't." I lean against the open car door.

Tench shakes his head, holding back laughter as Ford drops his head, "You're telling a private, personal story to a murderous asshole." Tench and Ford start toward the car, "it bothered me."

"Boys, who is he gonna tell? Other murderous assholes? And even then, who is gonna believe him? Brudos is a narcissistic asshole. No one really knows if he's being honest or not." I shake my head as the two approach the car, "now can we please hurry up so we can eat before we fly home?"

"Hungry are we?" Tench passes me to get to the driver side door.

"Starving."

Tench chuckles, "never fight with a hungry woman."

"Smart man. Let's go."

Before he gets in the car Ford stops and looks over to Tench, "is this about Nancy?" Ford, obviously talking about Tench's wife. Tench just scoffs and gets into the car, as Ford and I do, "There is nothing wrong with…."

Tench cuts Ford off, "if what we're doing doesn't get under your skin, you're more screwed up than I thought or kidding yourself. It already blows my mind that Ms. Thing back there wants to eat after that."

I shrug, "Brudos is a horrible person who did terrible things, but we can't change that, not now." I shake my head, "once we walk out of there, I have to forget for a little while."

We drive to a fast food place, grab our food, and head to the airport in almost silence. I understand that Tench doesn't want to bring his personal life into this and I don't either, but he can't be that upset at Ford for being willing to do something we aren't. Maybe it's more that Ford is starting to stray further and further away from prodcal, for both our experiment and the bureau's. When we start work the next day, it is clear something isn't right at home for Tench. Ford and I sit at our desks, trying to look busy and I can hear Nancy while Tench is on the phone, "they almost said it was our fault."

I can only assume it has something to do with Brian. But I choose not to listen further. Soon Ford gets up and very slowly begins to walk toward Carr's office. I have to fight the urge to scoff as he does. I mean, what kind of fool do I have to be to fall for someone who has a girlfriend and is interested in someone else at work. I shake my head at this thought. I try to clear my head, clearing my throat a bit as I tuck my hair behind my ear. "Did you finish it?" I hear Ford ask as he steps into Carr's office.

Once Tench gets off the phone he looks over to me, "let's go talk to the doctor."

I chuckle softly as the two of us get up and head to Carr's office as well, "What'd you think?"

Carr shakes her head, "what's in the box?"

"Holden's idea." Tench points over to Ford, "you figure it out?"

"I'm guessing shoes."

"He got an erection." Tench shakes his head.

Carr looks a bit confused, "isn't that what you wanted?"

"We wanted to get him talking." Ford shrugs.

"No, you baited him with those shoes and you lied to him about his wife."

Tench shrugs as well, "he pulled that bullshit about Kemper, so we used the same tactic."

"So it was revenge?"

"No. Speaking his language." Ford shakes his head.

"This is a scientific study, not a locker room hazing."

"Let me explain." Tench leans forward, having sat down on Carr's small office couch soon after we walked in. "Guys communicate in a certain way. It can be rough, but it's like acode, it gets out the conflict." I chuckle, rather abruptly and cover my mouth, "what?" Tench looks up to me.

"You just mansplained why men are dicks." I chuckle.

Carr shakes her head, "well, thank you for illuminating us on male rituals. You threw our questionnaire right out the window."

Tench nods, "your questionnaire, which wasn't working."

"All you wanted to do was force him to admit that he wears women's clothes."

"Yeah, get under his disguise." Ford places his hands on his knees.

"I'm sorry, Wendy, but they're right." I nod, looking down to Carr. "Cross-dressing is part of his psychology. His fixation on women's clothes, women's bodies, wanting to own them, wanting to inhabit them." I shrug, "if we can understand that, we can recognize it in another killer."

Carr shakes her head, "Cross-dressing is not an antecedent to homicidal behavior."

"We aren't saying it is. For those who do it, it's a harmless form of expression. But it's usually sexual, right? And we know sex drives our subjects."

"It's sometimes sexual. Transvestism has been practiced in every era, in every human culture."

I take a deep breath, "that's great, Wendy, it is. But right now we are in the era of serial killers. The thing that drives these men and sometimes women 98% of the time, is sex. If you want to teach a class on human culture go back to Boston. Our job is to prevent this from happening, not debate the use of questionnaires that none of the men we've talked to will answer. They don't want to. They want to talk about themselves." I start to leave.

"That interview was personal." Carr stands.

"What?" I shake my head and close the door, "no,this is personal. You are being irrational." Carr scoffs, "Where is this coming from?"

"I don't know. Maybe from this team's total lack of objectivity."

"We were supposed to be objective?" Tench steps up next to me as Carr nods, "I seem to remember you encouraging us to use families to get to him. How objective is that?"

"We have to use strategies."

I chuckle, "we did. You just didn't like it."

"I said use fake information, as long as you establish rapport…"

Tench shakes his head, "that's not what you said. And it's not possible. It is not possible to communicate with someone like Brudos and be fake."

"We can hassle him or we can open up to him," I nod, "either option has a cost." Tench turns and opens the door for me before we walk out, Ford quickly behind.