"We are looking for a man named James Engles," JJ said a half an hour later. She stood at a podium inside the headquarters of the Seattle Police Department. "He has kidnapped two members of the FBI. Agent Dr. Spencer Reid, a profiler with the Behavioral Analysis Unit and Dr. Riley Parker, a federal psychiatrist. The two were taken from a car accident on the interstate earlier this evening by Engles and haven't been seen since."

As she spoke, a police officer showed pictures of Engles, Reid, and Riley to the cameras. JJ remained cool and composed, not letting the public see just how terrified she was for her friends. "We have discovered James Engles is responsible for the murders in the Undertaker case, including the recent kidnapping of Alex Beck, the murders of Addie Zachariah and his sister, Maria Engles. The accident in question was determined to be caused directly by Engles himself. If you have seen this man or his victims, Spencer and Riley, please contact the hotline we have set up, the number is on the bottom of your screen. Please remember, Spencer and Riley are both severely injured and in need of immediate medical attention. Thank you."

JJ stepped down from the podium, refusing to take questions. She followed the police out of the room towards the squad room.

"You know we're going to be flooded with useless tips and questions, right?" the young officer who had been holding up the pictures inquired.

"It's necessary," JJ said, trying to stay calm. "A small hint could crack this case."

"Yeah, but do you realize the man power that has to go into this? How much overtime and disgruntled employees have to work on this hotline?"

Jennifer Jareau, who was usually so reserved, snapped angrily. "I don't care, Officer. My friends are missing and are probably going to die tonight. I don't give a damn if you and your colleagues miss a couple of coffee breaks."

With that, she headed through the station at a quickening pace. Her thoughts were centered on her friends. She quickly moved to a private area where she could call Garcia, busy in Quantico, trying to track down any helpful information on James Engles.

"Ah," Riley cried, falling to her knees again. Reid rushed quickly, slipping his tied arms under hers and helping her up before Engles could touch her. She paused a moment, trying to adjust to the increasing pain.

"Keep moving," Engles urged, coming up behind them.

"She needs a rest," Reid said, looking back at him. The leaves of the trees gave a scattered effect of moonlight into the woods. It gave them little help, but he could at least make out the form of their captor.

"She'll be resting soon enough," Engles informed.

"It doesn't lessen the pain," Reid explained. "She's injured, we're both badly injured, and we're walking through the muddy woods, and she's in her stocking feet. I just want a few minutes for her."

"And I want you to keep moving," He said, pointing his gun at Reid's temple. This deep into the situation, he wanted him to pull the trigger. It would remove the satisfaction of getting to bury him alive. But then Riley would be alone. And Reid had the fleeting chance of a plan. A Hail Mary. It had worked once before. Reid knew he was not going to come out of this alive; Riley probably wouldn't either. But there was the ever fleeting chance of escape. She could live, and that's all that mattered to him.

Reid moved away from the gun. He tugged on Riley's shirt sleeve with what little movement he could manage in his fingers; his hands were numb from lack of flow. The skin had torn and stained the twine with his blood. "Come on," he muttered, guiding Riley to stay in front.

"How much… ah… how much further?" Riley asked. She could barely manage to catch her breath.

Engles wouldn't answer. Reid stayed close to Riley, trying to exclude Engles from any conversation. "How long do you think we've been walking?" Reid asked.

Riley shrugged, giving a light, exhausted laugh. "It feels like an entire day. A long, dark, painful, muddy day."

"It'll be over soon," Reid assured. The pain in his head had lessened a considerable amount. He was sore and exhausted, and Reid had never been a fighter, even at his strongest. But it was amazing what a man is capable of when his life is in danger… or the life of the woman he loved. "Just remember… you promised."

"I know," Riley hissed.

"What are we talking about up here?" Engles yelled, moving closer. "I'm an aficionado of good conversation."

They stopped talking immediately. Riley knew Reid was planning something… maybe he didn't have anything specific in mind, just waiting for the right opportunity. Still, Riley didn't know if she could keep her promise. Never mind the slice in her leg, the pain in her ankle, or her breathing difficulties… she couldn't leave him. She wouldn't leave him. Her glistening eyes looked to him. She could make out his face by the light of the strewn moon beams. He looked tired and sick, struggling to continue. He was planning on fighting when he could barely stand up right? And he wanted her to leave him?

"Keep moving," Engles said, prodding the muzzle of the gun against Reid. He pushed himself to continue. Engles gave them no indication how much further they had to go; all they could do was push forward.

There didn't seem to be anyone home. The surrounding homes had their porch lights on. Not the Engles' house. Inside, the house was dark. It was possible there was no one home. Emily rang the doorbell. They waited in silence. There was no rustle or movement inside the house. Above was littered with clouds, allowing several pockets of sky and stars to poke through.

Emily rang the bell again. "Mrs. Engles. It's Agent Prentiss with the FBI, it's urgent we speak to you."

Nothing. Morgan was getting impatient, pounding his fist on the wood. "Mrs. Engles, open the door."

"Morgan," Emily said, placing a hand on his arm.

"Don't 'Morgan' me. We're wasting time out here, time that Reid and Riley don't have. Mrs. Engles, open the door!"

A moment later, a light turned on in the living room, glowing through the curtains. The door opened a crack. The timid face of Linda Engles appeared in the frame. "What do you want?"

"We need to speak to you, Mrs. Engles, it's urgent."

"I've got nothing more to say to you, Agent Prentiss." She said. She eyed Morgan suspiciously.

"Ma'am, this is about your son, James." Emily explained.

She paused a moment, swallowing nervously. "Jimmy?" She asked. "I don't… what does he have to do with anything?"

Morgan, having nothing particular to say, let Emily continue. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Engles, this is going to be hard to hear. But… we've found your daughter's killer… and we believe it's your son, Jimmy."

To both Emily and Morgan's surprise, Mrs. Engles didn't seem too disturbed by their news. "No," she finally muttered, calmly. "You're mistaken."

She went to shut the door. Morgan quickly stepped forward, forcing his arm against the wood, preventing the object from closing. "Mrs. Engles, we're sorry for your circumstances, but you have to understand, we don't have time to waste. We need to find your son. Did you speak to him today?"

Mrs. Engles was reluctant to speak. She wanted to slam the door shut and lock the agents out, but Morgan kept his hold on the door. He was too strong to push off. "I… I don't know."

"You don't know if you spoke to your son today?" Emily was skeptical. Taking a step closer, she continued. "Mrs. Engles… you know if you're lying, we can arrest you for obstruction of justice. You can go to jail for a very long time."

"I don't know anything, Agent Prentiss." She shoved at the door, but Morgan wouldn't budge.

"Just tell us the last time you spoke to your son." Morgan said.

Closing her eyes, Mrs. Engles took a long deep breath. "This… morning. Before he went to work." She uttered. "We were discussing Maria's funeral."

Morgan was just as doubtful as Emily. She had the attitude of hiding something. He pushed the door opened a bit more, the better to see her face. "Do you know where your son is now? We need to find him."

"He's at work," She said plainly. "He's an intern at Seattle Mercy Hospital."

"No, he's not, Mrs. Engles. He left in the middle of his shift." Emily explained. If they were going to get any information out of this woman, they needed to gain her trust. Direct questions would be faster in theory, but in reality it wasted more time than attempting to appeal to the woman. "We've gotten off on the wrong foot, Mrs. Engles. Would it be possible for us to come in?"

"Absolutely not," She said, trying and failing to close the door again. "It's late and I was sleeping soundly when you showed up. It's rather rude, waking someone up like this."

"Ma'am, with all due respect, it's barely after 9 o'clock. Isn't it a little early for you to be in bed." Morgan inquired.

That only made her angry. "How dare you." She was on the defense again. "I've just lost my daughter and I'm about to lose my son, the only son I have left who will speak to me. I'm a grieving mother in depression and I have every right to be."

That didn't make sense. "Why do you think you're going to lose your son?" Emily asked. "We haven't even arrested him yet. Even if he is our unsub, he still has to go through a trial."

"Or is there something you're not telling us?" Morgan asked.

Feeling flustered, Mrs. Engles took a step away from the door. "Agents, I'd like you to leave now."

"Please, Mrs. Engles," Emily pleaded. "I know you don't want to believe your son is guilty. I'm sure… if he is responsible, I'm sure he had some justifiable reasoning for it."

"Jimmy is my angel," she sobbed as tears began to stream down her cheeks. "He's a good boy, he wouldn't hurt anyone."

Emily had a sudden epiphany. Words she'd heard the other day. "My angel is gone forever. Do you really think finding him is going to make it better!" She wasn't talking about Maria…

"You already knew, didn't you?" Emily asked, amazed. "You knew Jimmy killed your daughter. That's why you didn't care about finding her killer… because if we did, you'd lose your son. Your other children resent they way you've treated them, but Jimmy… he's like you. He's mentally unstable-"

"Prentiss." Morgan said as a warning.

But Emily wasn't finished, continuing as if no one had spoken. "-and had… some mission to rid people of their suffering. It doesn't make much sense to us, but to you and Jimmy, it's the most logical course. You knew Jimmy was planning on going on the run, as soon as this mission was complete. You just didn't know how many victims he had other than Maria."

Mrs. Engles was silent. Her tears had stopped and had focused a cold, deadly glare on Emily. "You're not allowed to be here. You need to leave. I'm sorry I can't help you, but I don't know what Jimmy is doing or where he's taken them."

Morgan began to move his arm away, letting her close the door, until the words registered to him. "Mrs. Engles… we never told you Jimmy took anyone. How did you know he took more than one person?"

Frightened a moment. She regained her composure, "I saw the news report."

"You saw the news report? While you were sleeping?" Emily asked.

That had her. Mrs. Engles looked panicked a second. Stepping onto the porch, she ranted at them, her fists flying at them, screaming like some insane preacher… almost like the words of the notes had come to life. "He can end their suffering. Jimmy is doing what none of you are brave enough to do. They will become apart of the world and their souls will reach among the stars, apart of all things cosmic and beautiful-"

As she screamed, Morgan pulled out his handcuffs, securing them on the wrists of the hysterical mental woman. He lead her down to the car as Emily reached over, closing the door before joining them.