A/N: I still do not own Criminal Minds although I wish I did.

I didn't notice until I was reading this over that two of my sentences have titles of CM episodes in them. That was not my intention but I left them anyway.

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"Great Garcia, let me have it."

"Before I do, I have a confession to make. Morgan figured out something was up with you and he went to Hotch who pulled rank and made me tell the team about the accident and the brake cutting."

There was silence on the other end of the line and then a quietly frustrated, "So what did they say?"

"Morgan was all for taking off for Kentucky at that moment, but Gideon convinced the team to leave you be, but of course everyone is concerned about you."

"This is exactly what I didn't want to happen. Oh well, I can't worry about that now, I have an un sub to catch. So what have you got for me?"

"Val Simms' son was born on April 21st, 1986 in Pikeville, Kentucky. She put the child up for adoption; however she had a stipulation, that she wanted him to be adopted by a couple in her hometown of Brookdale. The child was adopted on July 12th of that year by Phillip and Irene Campbell of Brookdale. The Campbell's resided at 36 Braecrest Drive. Mr. and Mrs. Campbell were killed in a boating accident three years ago when their son Cory was eighteen." When she got no response, she said, "Reid, Reid are you there?"

Cory, Reid was thinking, Deputy Cory Campbell was Jeff Clisby and Val Simms' son and their murderer. What he said was, "Garcia, I want you to run a comparison with the DNA sample I took from Deputy Cory Campbell at crime scene one and compare it to the blood from the un sub in crime scene two, and match it with the DNA from the victims. Get back to me ASAP."

"On it." She said, hanging up immediately.

Reid looked around the sheriff's station; he did not see Cory anywhere. Kyle was in his office with the door closed and Roy was out on patrol. He walked over to Ruby's desk and asked if she knew where Cory was. She said Kyle felt he had put in so much overtime lately; he had given him the afternoon off. Reid's cell phone rang. "Reid."

"It's me, no pleasantries, it's a match. Your un sub is Deputy Cory Campbell."

"Thanks Garcia, I'll be in touch."

Reid marched over to Kyle's office and walked in without knocking. Kyle looked somewhat taken aback by Reid's barging in. Reid closed the door, turned to Kyle and said, "I know who the un sub is and you're not going to like it."

Kyle stood up immediately, "You know who it is, well who is it?"

"Cory Campbell."

Kyle stared at the young FBI agent in total disbelief. This could not be the case. He had known Cory since he was a child. He and Colleen went to school together, played together; he'd trusted Cory to be one of his deputies. No, Kyle's eyes said, there was some mistake.

"DNA doesn't lie Kyle; the DNA says Cory is Val Simms and Jeff Clisby's biological son. He was put up for adoption and adopted by Phillip and Irene Campbell. I understand they died in a boating accident three years ago. I'm wondering if it was an accident."

Kyle looked like he was about to fall over. Reid was continuing, "Do you have any idea where he might be Kyle." Kyle looked up at Reid in a daze. Reid pulled out his cell phone and dialed Garcia.

"Supreme Goddess of Technology, ask and you shall receive."

"Garcia, can you locate Cory Campbell for me using his cell phone."

"I'll let you know when I do Babyface."

A few minutes later, Reid's cell phone rang and when he answered it Garcia said, "He's at the diner."

"Oh my God," Kyle yelled and ran for the door with Reid on his heels.

The diner was not busy that afternoon; the lunch crowd had since cleared out. Miriam had taken the chance to make a trip to the hairdresser. Colleen was busy tidying up and wiping down tables and countertops. Old Doc McKenna was having a milkshake and reading the latest edition of a medical journal in the corner booth. A couple of booths away was the only other occupant of the diner enjoying an order of fries and a root beer, Cory Campbell.

Colleen looked up surprised to see her father's cruiser pull up in front of the diner with lights flashing. He never used his lights and siren. Cory noticed it too. He saw Kyle and the fed exit the vehicle and he saw Reid draw his weapon. Oh boy that guy was really starting to piss him off! Looks like the jig is up, he thought. Cory leapt up, ran over to the counter, grabbed Colleen in a choke hold and held his gun to her head. That was what Reid and Kyle saw when they entered the diner.

Kyle started to panic seeing a murderer with nothing to lose holding a gun on his precious daughter. Reid glanced at Kyle noticing that his face appeared to be a mixture of shock, fear and loathing. He had his weapon out but his hands were shaking so badly Reid doubted he would be able to use it. It looked like it was up to him. Been there done that, he thought.

"Cory, you know there is no way out of here for you. You know you don't want to hurt Colleen, why don't you let her go. The minute you hurt her, your leverage is gone and you know I will kill you. Like you, remember, I've done this before." Reid was trying to sound a lot more confident than he felt and hoped that it was coming off that way.

Cory, it appeared, wasn't buying it. "I know neither of you want to see this pretty little thing get hurt. I mean Daddy would be devastated and what about you, Special Agent Dr. Spencer Reid," he said the last with a much exaggerated whine to his voice; "You wouldn't want to see your little honey hurt, now would you?" He noticed Reid's puzzled expression, "Oh yeah, word travels fast in a small town, everybody knows about the liplock you two had going on in the ER. Wow isn't that what every daddy wants for his little girl Kyle, a doctor, and an FBI agent to boot, a double whammy."

"I never had a chance to be anything like that thanks to my so called parents. My adoptive parents didn't want a child, well at least not a son. They wanted a child so they would have something to sell on their internet porn site and for sex to their pedophile clients here in town. Oh Kyle, you didn't know about what the wonderful Phillip and Irene Campbell were doing on Saturday nights before they went and prayed so piously on Sunday morning. You didn't know about the naked pictures they took of me and sold on the internet or the pictures they took of me with some community leaders to use as blackmail. After they all too conveniently died in that boating "accident," I knew Sheriff Wilkins would never look into it because he was one of their best customers."

"So why kill Val Simms and Jeff Cllisby; they never did anything to you?" Reid asked.

"That's right they never did anything, that bitch gave me up after I was born and never gave a thought to the kind of life I'd have. That SOB who was my father would never even admit to it or the fact that he'd been screwing students for years. I'm surprised only one got pregnant; maybe he was more careful after her."

"Why now, Cory, this had to be eating at you for years, why now?" Reid inquired.

"I just turned twenty-one a couple of months ago and that's when I got my parent's estate and their safety deposit boxes with all those DVD's of me with all those people in all those sex acts. I guess I felt they owed me for all I been through. Somebody should have to pay for what happened to me," he screamed.

Well, there was the stressor.

Cory was starting to get agitated and Reid knew he had to try to calm him down or the result could be disastrous. "Okay Cory, I agree, what happened to you was horrific and you have every right to feel someone should pay, but Colleen never did anything to you, she's your friend. Why don't you let her go?"

"Oh yeah, she's my "friend." Would never go out with me on a date. Too good for the likes of me. Bet she'd let you in her pants in a heartbeat though." He said turning his head toward Colleen, "Wouldn't you princess?"

"You, you," he continued, pointing at Reid, "Are the cause of all this," he waved his gun around the diner. "Kyle is a nice man and a good sheriff but he never would have figured this out but you, it's kind of like that old movie, "Of all the diners in all the towns you had to walk into mine" he laughed sardonically, "Just my fucking luck."

Reid was starting to get concerned. Cory seemed almost resigned to his fate and he didn't seem to care if he died. That was dangerous; if he didn't care about himself then the hostage meant nothing to him. This was not going well.

"Is that why you cut my brake lines and tried to kill me Cory, because you thought I was getting too close?"

"Hey, don't lay that one on me. I didn't cut your brake lines, great idea though, wish I'd thought of it."

For some reason, Reid believed him. He had no reason to lie about an attempted murder when he'd just admitted to four murders.

Then who the hell cut my brake lines?

There was no time to think about that now. Reid knew he had to find some way to get through to Cory to stop him from harming Colleen. Colleen's eyes kept shifting from her father to Reid to the gun, her fear evident in the depths of those brown pools.

As Reid leveled his gun at Cory, Hotch's words from the firing range replayed in his mind.

Front sight, trigger press, follow through, do those three things and you'll hit your target every time.

"So Cory, what do you want? Do you want me to let you walk out of here as if nothing happened, let you go so you're free to kill the next person who pisses you off. You don't like it when people piss you off so you really don't like me much right now do you Cory? You really would like to kill me right now wouldn't you Cory?" Reid said in a belligerent tone. Reid could see Cory was getting angrier with every word he spoke.

Cory had finally had enough; he pushed Colleen out of the way to get a shot at Reid. Reid was ready for him, as soon as Colleen was safely out of the line of fire, Reid pulled the trigger. Cory's eyes went wide and his weapon fell from his hand. A patch of red was spreading on his chest as he fell backwards, hitting his head on the counter and falling to the floor.

Colleen was screaming and Kyle gathered her into his arms. Reid went to check on Cory who was still alive. "Kyle we need an ambulance," he yelled at the sheriff who grabbed his cell to make the call. Reid grabbed some napkins and applied pressure to Cory's wound and waited for the paramedics. Cory groaned and opened his eyes to see Reid leaning over him pressing on his chest. He looked at Reid and the young agent said, "You're under arrest, you have the right to remain silent…."