The others were working at the station. Craig Lestman sat alone in the interrogation room. He was impatient, having been in there for some time. According to friends' statements, Addie had gone to his place after band practice; information that was unknown to her parents. Both Mr. and Mrs. Zachariah were in the captain's office, trying to be consoled by JJ.

Mr. Zachariah stood at the window, refusing to look in his wife's direction. His rage mixed with his devastation. Both parents had a film of grief lingering over them. Though there was no proof, no one had a doubt that Addie was dead, especially her parents. Mrs. Zachariah sat on the couch, crying quietly. Her attitude seemed more guilty than mad.

JJ sat with her; an attempt to discover any usable information. "Was Craig her boyfriend?" JJ asked.

"Absolutely not!" Mr. Zachariah yelled. "Addie knew dating was not allowed, especially with a college boy!"

"Craig used to live across the street from us," Mrs. Zachariah explained. "We've known him since he was a little boy; he used to play with our older son. We always knew Addie had a crush him, but… we never suspected she was seeing him."

"She was not seeing him!" Her husband screamed back. "He's seven years older than her. You find out what he did with my little girl and then I want the little bastard brought up on statutory rape charges!"

"Mr. Zachariah, we have no proof Craig Lestman had sex with your daughter and… we certainly don't believe he did anything to her."

"What do you know, then?" He asked.

"We believe Addie is a victim in the Undertaker case." She explained.

Mrs. Zachariah was shocked, barely able to speak for a moment. "You mean… you think he… buried her alive? We'll never find her!"

"Ma'am, we're doing everything we can to find her."

"How do you know the little prick didn't just stage it to look like this Undertaker?" Mr. Zachariah wondered.

"It fits the pattern of the other victims, Mr. Zachariah. I know this is difficult, but I need you to tell me everything about Addie's regular routine. You said she often comes home after you've gone to bed. Do you have any idea of the places she would go? Other than Craig's?"

Meanwhile, Hotch and Rossi came into the interrogation room. Craig looked thankful at the sight, and at the same time twice as anxious.

"I've been sitting in her forever." He stated as Rossi and Hotch both claimed a seat. He had attempted to sound threatening, but it only came off as nervous.

"Oh, come on," Rossi said, "It hasn't been forever."

Craig got right to the point. "I don't know what happened to Addie."

Rossi acted curious. "You don't sound very upset about what happened to her."

"Look, I've known Addie her whole life. She's a nice girl and I'm sorry she's missing but… I'm glad she's out of my hair."

"You're glad she was abducted and possibly murdered?" Hotch asked. That same dangerous look settled on his face, like a predator preparing for the kill.

Craig shifted uncomfortably. "Of course not," he said, looking downward. He diffidently pushed his raggedy dark brown hair out of his eyes. "But Addie couldn't get it through her head that I wasn't interested in her."

"So you're saying she wasn't your girlfriend, then." Rossi determined.

"She thought she was. Look… I admit it was wrong. Addie and I had sex a couple of times. She was a virgin and… she kept thinking we were going to end up married and… well, I tried to break it off…" He paused, his fingers absentmindedly playing with the frayed edges of his sweatshirt sleeves. "She kept pestering and I… I couldn't… look, I'm just a guy."

Rossi nodded. "You know the 'Just a guy' defense doesn't stand up against statutory rape."

"Or murder for that matter." Hotch added.

"I didn't kill her! I swear! Look…" His breathing labored and sweat shined on his brow. "…Addie came by my place the other night. We didn't do anything. See… we had had a… a pregnancy scare about a week ago. Even though she was on the pill… but she came by the other night to tell me it was false. She went to the doctor and found out it was just… a cyst or something, I don't know. She thought I'd be mad because she said she had to go off her birth control, otherwise the… cysts would… kill her lady parts." He let out a sigh of relief. "It couldn't have been more perfect. I told her we couldn't see each other anymore then, she got mad and she stormed out. The next thing I know, those detectives are banging down my door and I'm being question by the feds!"

He leaned forward, to further plead his innocence. "I thought about going after her to drive her home… but I knew her parents were be furious if they saw we were together… if I'm guilty of anything, it's that. I swear, I didn't kill her."

He was upset now, but more for his own regard. His eyes stayed down, glancing up to Hotch and Rossi for a moment, then back down again. They let the young man hang in agony for a several seconds.

"We don't think you killed her, Mr. Lestman." Rossi explained. Craig sat up, his eyes sunken with relief. "Otherwise, we'd be charging you with five additional murders, and twelve counts of abduction."

"Can I go then?" He said, his eyes flashing at the door.

"No," Hotch answered. "The point is you were the last person to see Addie Zachariah alive. We need to know everything that happened that night. We need to know what you did, what you talked about, and any idea where she had gone."

Craig looked confused. "She went home."

"No, she didn't Mr. Lestman." Rossi said, firmly. "Addie may have left for home, but she certainly never made it there."

They made it back to the station. The tension between Riley and Reid had not dissipated since their mild bicker on jealousy. Morgan held the door opened for Riley as she limped slightly inside, looking back at Reid who seemed to keep a few steps behind the others. Thankfully, Morgan didn't mention anything to him. But he did share a knowing look with Emily which Reid never noticed.

The conference room was empty as they came in and sat down. Reid watched as Riley gingerly took a seat. "Are you sure you feel up to this?" he finally asked.

"I'm fine," she said. Her attitude seemed calm, but Riley still wouldn't look at him.

"Are you absolutely sure, because you shouldn't do too much too soon." He pressed taking a few seats down from her.

"Excuse me, which one here is the medical doctor?" She asked, her annoyance seeping out again.

"I'm just concerned, Riley," Reid replied.

"I know," Her voice softened, realizing she was not entirely blameless here herself. Her eyes met his again, seeming to forget for a split second that there were two others in the room.

Emily took it upon herself to change the subject. "I've got to hand it to you, Riley. You really held your own in that fight."

"Considering you don't have any hand to hand training," Morgan added. "It seems you got quite a bit of his blood on your coat, any idea how that happened?"

Riley shook her head. "Didn't we go over this story already?"

"Sometimes victims can remember new things when they tell the story again." Reid explained.

"God, I'm a victim." Riley muttered to herself, rubbing her forehead. Reid suspected another headache. A fresh head wound couldn't have helped anything.

"Riley, you survived," Emily said. "And you did some damage in the process. Some people would be proud of that."

"It shouldn't have happened in the first place." Reid mumbled. He noticed Riley looking to him, silently urging him to stop beating himself up. He couldn't let it go; Reid was desperate for a way to make it up for her.

"Any idea how his blood got on your coat?" Morgan asked.

Riley thought for a moment, then shook her head.

"Did you him stab or something?" Reid asked.

Riley heaved out a sigh, "Just because you keep asking, doesn't mean I'm going to remember. And what in the name of sanity would I have stabbed him with, Spencer-" Suddenly, she gasped. "My glasses."

"What about them?" Emily asked.

"I remember… they were in my pocket… when I fell the first time, I landed on them and my cell phone, they smashed… I remember… my hand found one piece… the ear piece, and I… I stabbed him in the arm with it. A moment later, he shoved me to the ground and ran off." The delicate tips of her fingers danced over her trio of stitches again. "Everything's such a blur…"

"It's okay," Reid said. "You did well."

"And, because of you… we now have his DNA."

"That's not going to do much good, Prentiss." Morgan pointed out. "This guy never raped his victims, there is no DNA."

"No, but we can have Garcia run it through CODIS. Maybe we'll get a hit on a lesser crime. Even if he's not the unsub, we'll at least have Riley's attacker."

Morgan thought for a moment. It sounded logical to him, and from the expressions of the others, so it did to them. "I'll get her on the phone."

He grabbed his cell phone and left to make the call. Reid sat alone with the two women, trying and failing to keep his eyes from trailing over to Riley. She sat, leaning on her hand with her eyes closed. Emily looked over the hospital report, not noticing. Reid felt he should be doing something instead of just sitting and staring.

"Another headache?" Reid asked.

"I'm fine," Riley mumbled, sitting up. "Shouldn't we be doing something?"

"Here's the evidence report if you'd like to look it over." Emily said, offering the form over to her. Riley read as Emily continued. "They took samples from the cut in your cheek. The flakes were brown with bits of acrylic paint, probably a brick."

"Does that match the others?" Riley asked. Reid stood up and moved to behind Riley. He leaned down to glance over her shoulder. Involuntarily inhaling the smell of her hair, his hands itching to pull her close to him. At least with Emily there, all temptation diminished.

"Some of them," Reid said, remembering the previous files. "Some had mud in their wounds, others were clean. The clean ones were possibly hit with a crow bar or pipe. Maria was too soiled to exactly determine what incapacitated her, but the wound was more of a slice. I'm assuming caused with a shovel."

Riley set the file aside, her thoughts elsewhere. "What is it?" Reid asked.

"I'm just wondering…" She said, her eyes glossy. "… what my number would have been."

"Don't think like that, Riley," Emily urged. "You survived, that's what matters."

"No, I'm just considering… maybe… if we can figure that out… we'll be closer to catching him."