Rossi stood over in the corner, speaking to a few security officers while Hotch was on the phone. "Okay, keep searching, Garcia, and let me know the moment you have something." Hotch hung up the phone as Rossi started toward him. "What is it?"

"The building is on lockdown. Another woman was found to be drugged."

"Who?" Hotch asked.

"She's the wife of a lobbyist who was invited to the party."

"We need to figure out if these people were intended targets or just random acts."

"And why? Why drug anyone at all? Certainly, with the type of behavior it triggered in the victims, we're looking more for a sexual predator, yet that didn't happen here."

"It appears that each question exposes a thousand more possibilities. We just don't have enough time."

"Should we pull in the gang?" Rossi asked.

"No, Prentiss, Morgan, and JJ need to stay at their locations. I believe this was all a distraction. Roman and Mitchell planted the seed; we need to see if the mole takes action. The mole might not be related to the drugging at all."

"So, we're either looking at a huge conspiracy or the worst case of bad luck."

"Now we just need to figure out which one it is."

Prentiss peeped through the blinds looking out onto the empty streets. She pulled the phone from her pocket and dialed. "Hey, it's me. Anything on your end?"

"No, nothing," JJ said. "I just got off with Morgan; he's reporting the same."

"You would think we would have seen something by now," Prentiss said.

"They're probably calculating their options."

Prentiss turned around and walked toward the other wall of the abandoned building. Her footfalls echoed on the cement flooring. "I understand finding secluded locations, but at least they could have allowed us to be teamed up. We could be at these places for days."

"I would play Scrabble with you if we weren't supposed to keep an eye out," JJ said. "There were signs of squatters here." She kicked a few empty beer bottles and saw hypodermic needles. "And drug users."

"Well, my place has been abandoned for some time. Nothing here but concrete walls and a large vault. I think there used to be an investment bank or something here. Wow. This vault is larger than my closet! Could be worse, though."

"How's that?"

"We could be at that ball," Prentiss said with a laugh.

"Yes, definitely worse. Having to wear a fancy dress."

"Meeting gorgeous men in tuxedos."

"And drinking champagne."

"Eating nothing but crab puffs and snooty cheese on crackers." Prentiss grimaced as she looked out the window. "God, I wish I was there right now."

"All I've had is a power bar I brought with me."

"I would kill for a power bar," Prentiss said. "Ugh, now I'm hungry."

"You'll be fine. I need to do another round. I'll check in in about an hour."

Rossi and Hotch arrived back at the room where Alex was kept. Hugh let them in and shut the door. "She's calmed down a great deal," Hugh reported. Rossi stayed in the corner to answer an incoming call.

Alex was lying on the bed wearing some sweats Charles brought with him. The three men changed out of their tuxedos. Reid was sitting by her side. "How are the others?" Reid asked.

"About the same," Hotch started as he took a few steps into the room. "I was hoping I could ask Alex a few questions."

"You can. I don't know how helpful she will be. She's still pretty out of it," Reid replied.

Hotch stood beside the bed and looked down at Alex. "How are you doing?"

Alex turned her head to face Hotch. "I want… I want…" She closed her mouth and swallowed.

"What?" Hotch questioned.

"Break," Alex said softly. "Break free."

"Break free?" Hotch titled his head.

Alex smiled and began singing. "I want to break free from your lies. You're so self-satisfied I don't need you!" She giggled.

Rossi finished his call and joined Hugh and Reid. "Security located the waiter who served the spiked drinks. I'm going to head over there now to help with the questioning. Let me know if there is any update."

Hotch sat next to her on the bed. "Alex, are you able to understand me?"

"Yes," she said, with a strained look.

"Do you know who did this?"

"Drink?" she looked at him, questioning.

"That's our assumption, yes. Would you recognize him?"

Alex closed her eyes tightly for a moment before opening them again. "Yes," she said, then scrunched her face. "He… he handed… me… the glass," she said, concentrating on the words.

"He handed you the spiked glass specifically?" Hotch questioned.

"Yes… Others better."

"Others better?" Hotch titled his head.

"Closer glasses."

Reid looked up at Hotch. "I think she means there were other glasses that were closer to her, but he picked a different one to hand to her."

"Yes!" Alex agreed.

Rossi spoke with the police officer in the hallway and was handed a manila folder. He flipped it open and glanced down at the document inside, then closed it. "Thank you," he said, then headed into the room where a man was seated alone in the middle of the room. Rossi grabbed a chair and sat across from him. "Hello, Arnold. My name is David Rossi, and I am with the FBI. I believe the officers have already told you why you're being held here."

"Yeah, and you have no right! Who cares if someone got sick. Talk to the caterer, not me!"

"Is that what you think happened? Someone 'got sick?'"

"Why are you holding me, then?" he said in a hostile manner.

"Multiple women have been drugged. It appears to be a date-rape drug."

"That sucks," he said coldly. "Still don't have anything to do with me."

"Oh, but it does, Arnold; that's why you're here. Especially considering your history."

"What history?"

"You have a history of peeping through women's windows. Something you failed to report to your employer. I'm sure they would be very interested in your previous arrests."

"Hey man, just 'cause I happened to notice a girl taking off her clothes does not mean I spiked people at a party like this!"

"That's true," Rossi said, shifting his tone. "That doesn't sound like your M.O. at all. You're more the kind of guy who is too intimidated by a girl to even approach her, especially with a name like Arnold. That's why you spy on them and steal their underwear. If you spoke to a real woman, you would wet yourself from anxiety and fear. You wouldn't even have the balls to drug them and rape them. That's not your style. You're a watch-from-a-distance kind of guy. You aren't the kind of person to have the nerve to even touch a woman–"

Arnold stood up and pointed his finger at Rossi's face. "You have no idea what I'm capable of! You have no idea what I have done and what I will continue to do! You don't know me or anything about me! I can have any girl I want!"

Rossi sat calmly in the seat. "Only with the right drugs you could. No woman would go off alone with you. If they spent just a few minutes with you, they would make up an excuse to leave. They could tell something was… off about you. So, that's why you have to drug them."

"Doesn't prove a damn thing!" He sat back down and confidently crossed his arms. "You got nothing on me."

"Well, we aren't interested in you."

"What?"

"Yeah, this drug isn't like a typical roofie. This is something else. And I'm sad to say that you're not smart enough to come up with that yourself."

"The whole thing was my idea!"

Rossi chuckled. "There is no way you came up with how that drug worked. You barely passed high school. You're telling me that you know chemistry?"

"My friend Doug does, and when I told him my idea, he started working on it. We actually got a reputation, and people started buying from us! So, don't insult me by telling me I'm stupid."

Rossi nodded his head. "You're absolutely right. I stand corrected."