Megan sipped her wine, gazing down at Hotch, a fond smile tickling the corners of her lips.

"So you say he's a good man?"

"He is." Prentiss's answer was firm. No room for debate on the issue.

"Then…Truth or Dare? Actually…" The unsub's giggle had a greedy edge. Like that of a spoiled child enjoying sweets, but enjoying even more flaunting them…Mine…All mine…Not yours… "Actually, it's more like Truth or Consequences, wouldn't you say?"

Emily felt the lump of anxiety in her stomach growing. The rules of Megan's game weren't clear. It sounded as though she'd be making them up as she went. The only thing the agents could be sure of was that their unsub was fixated on Hotch. She'd likely manipulate the game to allow her some playtime with him.

Neither Prentiss nor Morgan wanted to be a captive audience to that.

They had a feeling there would be no right answers.

"Bitch." Derek hissed the epithet under his breath. There was no chance of it going unheard.

"Awwww…don't be a sore loser." The brittle giggle again. "Especially when we haven't even begun to play." Megan tipped her champagne flute toward the agents. "Who knows?...You might win, Sugar."

"Yeah, right."

"The first question is…hmmmmm…" She let her eyes roam over Hotch. "What is your favorite part of a man's body? Hmmm? Favorite part…"

Prentiss's mind was leaping. If I name something, does that mean she'll do something to it? On Hotch? Or will she focus on something else? The salutary effects of the wine hadn't lasted long; Emily's throat was dry with anxiety. The first thing that sprang into her thoughts was 'eyes,' but what if that resulted in Hotch being blinded? The second was 'shoulders'…nice, wide ones. But what if that meant this crazy unsub dislocated them? She scrambled for what she hoped was a safe answer. She didn't think a hard-to-reach part would be in much danger. She hoped not, anyway. "His brain."

Megan's languid mood did a 180 degree spin. "LIAR! I told you there would be consequences for that!"

With sharp, abrupt movements she put her champagne glass down and jerked open a drawer in the nightstand next to the bed. Rummaging through it, she withdrew a small bottle. There was a sloshing sound as she shook it. "I warned you. Maybe I'll just keep Aaron's brain where it is right now. A few more drops of this should do it…" She leaned in, unscrewing the bottle cap.

"NO! I'm not lying! I'm not!" Prentiss struggled against her bonds, fear for her boss sending jolts of panic through her. "His brain is what gives a man his spirit, his humor, his...his personality!"

Megan hesitated, bottle tipped, mere millimeters from Hotch's lips.

"His brain has all the qualities that make Hotch a good man." Adrenalin made Prentiss pant. "I'm not lying. Please."

"So you're telling me the first thing you notice about a guy is his brain?" The tone of disbelief and contempt told Emily she was still on thin ice.

"That isn't what you asked. You asked for my favorite part. Not what I notice first."

Still in a position to dose the Unit Chief, Megan gave Derek a considering look. "What about you? What's your favorite part of a man?"

"I…uh…"

"Ohhhh, c'mon, Sugar. Don't tell me you don't check other guys out…size them up…" Her eyes were hard. Her hand still holding an unknown liquid consequence over Hotch's lips. "Fa-vor-ite part." Megan's voice set off all Morgan's alarms. "And remember…no lies."

He swallowed. "Uh…I guess…" A frantic glance at Prentiss. He saw her rivet her eyes on his biceps, straining against the leather straps. A message. "His arms! I notice a guy's arms first. The muscles. Kind of a competitive guy-thing."

The unsub's laugh as she threw her head back, giving free rein to her amusement, stopped both agents' breath, and almost their hearts. "Ohhh…Sugar…Do I make you nervous?" More giggling. "You weren't payin' attention. And we just went over this, too….I didn't ask what you notice first." Morgan's heart sank as he realized he'd stumbled right into a trap. "I asked for your favorite part. You weren't listenin', Sugar."

Megan's light, mocking tone gave way to one that could have sliced through steel. "Besides, we all know what a man's favorite part of his own body is, don't we?"

"I…" Morgan hurried to right his error.

"Too late! No second chances. And…" Lips pouting, Megan shook her head. "…it's another lie." Clearly enjoying the suspense, the unsub dangled the bottle over Hotch's mouth, tipping it back and forth. "Buuuut…it wasn't a lie involving the brain. So, I guess I don't need this. For now, anyway." It sounded like a threat she would keep handy, just in case.

Much to the profilers' relief, Megan put the drug back in the nightstand. Their relief was short-lived.

"Still, you know what you lied about, Sugar? Your favorite body part? Shee-it…every man's favorite part…The part that breaks up families…that doesn't give a damn about who it hurts?" She tilted her head to one side, giving Morgan a wide-eyed stare. "No? Can't figure it out?"

The evilest, Cheshire grin yet slid over the killer's face. "Well then…let me show you."

Megan made short work of undoing Hotch's belt. Like the practiced professional she was, she skimmed the unconscious man's slacks and boxers down over his hips in one smooth motion, exposing him.

Prentiss looked away.

Seeing Morgan's pained expression as he closed his eyes, she whispered…

…"Not your fault, Derek. She was going to go there no matter how we played the game."