Alright everyone here is the next chapter! Getting close to the end; this is the second to last chapter. I know this seems like a really short story but I already have a series outlined to follow this one up. Thank you for the follows and favorites! Keep reviewing to tell me what you guys think! Enjoy!

Slam! Riley snapped her eyes open as she heard the closing of a distant door. She caught herself drifting off sitting in one of the chairs in the room when a man walked into the room in front of her. He's dressed in a blue t-shirt and jeans, with a ball cap covering his dark hair. He carried a black backpack in his left hand, but threw it down on the ground at the foot of the table as he sat down the chair facing Riley. His right arm was supported by a simple blue sling. Riley got up out of her chair to stand directly in front of the window pane. Their eyes locked through the glass (whether the man knew it or not) and Riley recognized him instantly. She glanced at the dim reflection of herself in the glass and compared it to the man on the other side. Dad.

The door to Riley's room opened, surprising her away from her thoughts; Agents Rossi, Seaver, and Dr. Reid walked in. Rossi was first to speak, "Hi Riley, are you sure you're alright with being in here? You don't have to be here if you don't want to be."

"I don't mind being here," was her simple answer as she tried to play off how bad she actually wanted to be here. I want to know if he did it. No. It can't be him. Why would he do this? Rossi nodded and all three agents took spots standing beside Riley in front of the glass window.

Agent Morgan and another man in a suit entered the interrogation room. The man in the suit sat down in the seat across from the suspect while Morgan stood in the corner facing the glass mirror.

"Who's the man in the suit at the table?" Riley asked before the interrogation began.

"Agent Hotchner," Seaver answered simply.

Riley acknowledged her answer and focused on this new agent.

Aaron Hotchner was a strongly built, stern man. He seems to have had much hardship in his life. He has such a rough exterior, it seems likes he's always serious, always professional. He's not though, there's something that brings joy to his eyes every once in a while. He's not always cold inside; something makes him soft inside. The rough, stern outer image is just a rouse. He uses that outer image to handle all the dark and grim things he sees through this line of work. But he doesn't work all the time, something outside of work keeps him human. What could that part of him be?

"So Mr. Anderson, why did you try to run? Do you have something to run from?" Hotchner asked his suspect.

"I don't have nothing to hide from no one!" he replied defiantly.

"Then why did you run?"

There's a short pause before Mason answered, "Well what else was I supposed to do? If cops surprise you at your house what would you have done?"

"I would have stayed where I was and did what they said. Now, Mr. Anderson let's discuss what happened to your shoulder there. How did that happen?"

"I hurt it working the other day."

"If you hurt it the other day, then why do your medical records have you showing up at the hospital this morning?"

"I didn't need it looked at until this morning."

"Hmm that's interesting. It's convenient that your ex-wife and her husband are found dead the same morning you arrive at the hospital with an injury. An injury that could have been sustained by jumping from a second story window."

"That does sound convenient but it also sounds a little far-fetched don't you think? It sounds like you're speculating a lot of information here…"

Morgan left his corner to slam his hands down on the end of the table. "Cut the crap, Anderson! We know you are responsible for the deaths of Emily and Henry Walker!"

Calmly, Anderson returned, "Hmmm well when you say it like that…nope still don't have any recollection of murders or jumps from second story windows."

"Then maybe these will help you remember if you were there or not," Hotch began as he opened the manilla folder in front of him, took out crime scene photos, and placed them in front of Mr. Anderson. "This is what you did to this couple. You slit their throats while they were sleeping. They didn't even have a chance to fight back. You killed them and left a thirteen year old girl orphaned. Your own daughter! Did you do all of this for custody of her? Is that it?"

"No, I did this for her!" the suspect exploded with a manic smile on his face. "It's what's best for her!"

Morgan held the photos up closer to his face, "You killed her parents and stabbed her for her own good?!"

"Yes!" Anderson replied before calming himself down. In a level, steady tone he spoke again, "I want to see her."

Hotchner replied, "And why would we let you do that? What have you given us to prove you should have the privilege of seeing her?"

"Let me see my daughter and you'll have my confession."

"Why do you need to see her?" Morgan questioned, still fired up.

"I want to see her in person. There are things I need to tell her. I just want to see my daughter for the first time." He put on his widest, sweetest smile. "Do me this little favor and I'll cooperate with anything you have in store for me."

Hotch stared at him, determining his sincerity before he spoke aloud, "Morgan, follow me." The agents left the room, closed the door, and stood in the hallway. Reid, Rossi, and Seaver quickly joined them as Riley stayed in the observation room, glued to the glass as she absorbed every word her father had just said.

"Do you think he'll confess after we let him see Riley? Or is he bluffing?" Seaver said once both doors were closed.

"I looked genuinely resigned and sincere when he said he would confess if he saw her. I think he's serious," Rossi replied. "But is the risk of letting Riley in there worth it? Will he try something with her in there?"

Morgan spoke up, "I'll go in with her. He never said she had to come in alone. I won't let anything happen to her while I'm in there."

"I think we should let her decide. Maybe she doesn't even want to speak to him," Reid argued.

Hotch picked up, "Well there's only one way to find that out. I'll go in and ask her." He walked into the observation room to find Riley standing at the glass window. Her face was solemn but curious as she looked through to the man in the other room.

Hotch closed the door behind him, walked over to Riley, and knelt down beside her. "Hello Riley, I'm Agent Hotchner. You can call me Hotch if you want, that's what my friends call me."

Riley tore her gaze away from the other room to look at her company. "Hello."

"You saw the interrogation didn't you?" He asked kindly.

"Yes. And I'll do it."

"You will go in and talk to him? Are you sure you're alright to do this? I know this has been an…eventful day for you. We don't want to pressure you into doing something you're uncomfortable with."

"I'll talk to him if it helps you. I don't mind that much." And I want to hear what he has to say. Why did he do this? I want him to look me in the eyes and tell me, straight to my face.

"That's good. Thank you for doing this, Riley. It's very helpful to us."

She nodded, understanding, and Hotch rose to open the door for her to exit. The agents glanced at her as she walked out of the viewing room, keeping her own gaze straight ahead down the hallway. Behind her, Hotch gave a nod and Morgan spoke up.

"Riley, I want you to know I'm going to be in there with you the entire time. You have nothing to be afraid of while you're in there."

She looks up into his hazel eyes, "Thank you, that…that makes me feel better."

With that Morgan smiled and led her into the interrogation room.