When the ambulance gets to the city block with the house they see there is no getting up the street by vehicle. Though the police are trying to regain order, media and onlookers crowd the street. A couple of media vans have even been double-parked and abandoned as their camera man and reporter try to get a shot of the activity around the house.

Teri turns to Emily. "Hate to say it, but I think you have to get out here."

Emily nods. "Looks like. Thanks again, guys. I really appreciate the assist and the lift."

"No problem, Agent. Just catch that motherfucker."

"I'll do my best."

It takes Emily 5 minutes, and two threats of arresting people for obstruction, to get through the mob and up to the house. She sees police cadets putting together scaffolds that will hold sheets to block from the public eye the removal of bodies. She shows her badge to the young officer guarding the door and goes inside.

She looks up the stairs towards the office but can't bring herself to go up there just yet. Instead she heads into the living room to see why Reid has pieces of paper scattered all over the place.

"Hey, how's it going?"

Reid shrugs. "He has several codes he- -what happened to your face?"

Emily looks confused. "What?"

"Your cheek is red. Did someone hit you?"

Emily brings her hand up to her cheek. "Oh. Forgot. Victor's mom slapped me. No big deal."

"Looks bad. Glad it isn't worse."

"Me, too. So what were you saying?"

"The unsub uses different codes for different things. I'm having to figure out what each document refers to by finding the right code."

"Damn. He's pretty fucking advanced," Emily states, looking at the papers all around the room.

"Yeah, he is."

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

"Not really. The codes are all in my head right now."

"Ah. Right."

He reaches out and takes her hand. "You don't want to go back to the office?"

Emily shakes her head. "Nope. I know I have to but…Reid I know what that little boy went through. I saw it happen to him. And I know there are bodies in the basement that are probably little boys I have watched getting abused. It's just…hard to handle right now."

"I imagine it is. What would you say if I told you to go to the hotel?"

"I'd tell you it has to be watched; it has to be looked through and why should the rest of you have the nightmares that are already going to plague me?"

Reid gives her a sad grin. "I kind of figured."

"Yeah. I'll let you get back to work. I'll be upstairs."

Reid nods and watches Emily go. He had noticed that cases involving children had gotten harder for her ever since she had become a mother. And he is not a bit surprised.

In the office Emily sits back down in the desk chair. She grabs the next DVD in the pile she is working on and puts it in. Steeling herself for what she is about to see, she hits play.

In the basement, JJ steps away from the last wall tomb. She looks at Pete.

"All three are children buried naked. They were just…just trash to be dealt with. The plastic they were wrapped in was probably just to help minimize the scent of decay. To the unsub the kids were toys to be used until they broke. And once they broke, he just had to get rid of them. He just wanted them close to remind himself of how much power he had over them."

"Son of a bitch," Pete says as the third body is zippered into a body bag.

"Yeah."

The head of the forensic team walks over. "Once again, nothing else in the hole with the kid. We're going to bust into the floor now. It will be awhile before we get to the graves. I'll let you know when we do. I doubt you want to be down here when the dust starts flying."

JJ and Pete nod. "Thanks," Pete tells the man as the two agents go upstairs.

In the hallway, Pete looks at JJ. "So, what's next?"

"I will get back with Garcia and Reid to see what I can do with them. Until Morgan and Rossi get back there is not much to do out in the neighborhood." She glances at her watch. "Hotch wants us to meet at 8 to go over what we know, what we need to know, and decide on the next course of action."

Pete nods. "Okay. I'll go see if Emily needs a hand. I just…hate the thought of her watching all that crap alone."

"She may still be at the hospital. If so, don't mess with anything because she would have already started cataloging and sorting it," JJ warns him.

Pete nods and heads up the stairs. He opens the door and sees Emily writing something on a legal pad.

"Hey, Em."

Emily turns, wiping away the tears on her cheeks. Pete sighs and steps in.

"How do you do it? I mean, I work in Missing Persons and know it happens but how do you do it knowing what you know about these bastards?"

Emily shrugs. "Used to be…not easy but easier. Now that I have Henry and Rocky it's just so much harder to keep it at arm's length. I just watched a little blonde haired, blue eyed boy get horribly abused. God, Pete, if someone ever touched Henry, even just looked at him wrong I'd…I'd…shit…"

Pete nods. "I know what you mean. I feel the same way anytime someone kidnaps a child that reminds me of my kids. I'm just glad I don't know the workings of the bastard's minds like you do."

Emily nods. "I hope you never do, my friend."

"So, is there anything I can help you with?"

Emily shakes her head. "No. I just…have to watch this shit and write down impressions of the unsub and make note of stills that can be used to i.d. the unsub or the child." She takes a deep breath. "There's a damn good chance some of these boys are the ones in the basement. If we can tie these videos to those boys then we can get every sick fuck that ever bought one of these as an accomplice to murder."

"We'll fry them all."

"We'll sure as hell try," Emily vows.

Pete pats Emily on the shoulder and heads out to see where else he might be of help. So far he'd felt pretty damn helpless and it was incredibly frustrating. It was not that he was upset with the BAU team. He just wants these monsters brought to justice and hates how long it was taking to get out of the house and onto the trail of the unsubs.

At 8:05 Hotch looks at his team and Pete Cartwright. He hates the dead looks in all their eyes but knows it can't be avoided. The only cure is finding the men who hurt and killed these children.

"Garcia, where are we on the owner of the house?"

Garcia sits up. "Ethel Steinberg, never married, has paid her property tax on time every year for the last 20 years. But in the last 2 years it has been by money order, not personal check as it was in the past. Additionally, her utilities also went from check to money order at the same time."

"Rossi, Morgan, get with her family and friends. What happened to her?"

JJ sits forward. "Uh, I think I might know, Hotch. One of the bodies in the basement floor looks to be an adult, not a child. They are working to carefully extract the bones in the floor from the cement and plan to work through the night. From what I saw, the suspected adult is the only one wearing clothes. Her hand even looked to have jewelry still on it."

"So she was just killed for the house," Pete says. "Bastards probably heard she was looking to move and used that to their advantage. Neighbors never suspected a thing."

Morgan nods. "That's our guess. We'll know more once we hear back from her cousin in Miami. She's on a cruise so we've had a message sent out to the ship for her to call as soon as she can."

"Good. Reid, the codes?"

"I've figured out the codes he uses. There are ones for men who pay for sex, people who order DVD's, ones who want to buy a child, and ones for men who just like to watch."

"Sick son of a bitch," Emily mutters angrily. JJ takes her hand hoping to calm her.

"By design or by sloppiness he didn't keep things in neat and tidy folders on his computers so I have to translate each document to figure out what I am looking at. Once I have them completely sorted we can use them to start going after all the different cars in this train of Hell," Reid finishes.

Finally Hotch turns to Emily. "Where are you in that office?"

"About half-way through the videos. Done with the loose pictures. The one thing that bothers me is there is the initial video of the child being abused then there is an edited video with music and voiceovers. But there is nowhere in this house for him to do the editing or to mass produce the DVD's. And in case you're wondering, yes, he has them mass produced including covers with the boy and…and…" She takes a deep breath. "And a table of content listing what is happening. Fuckers can actually choose a chapter to watch just like in commercial DVD's."

"So there has to be someone in his files with access to the equipment he needs to produce all that," Hotch concludes. He turns to Reid. "Find that man."

Reid nods. "I'll do my best."

"Morgan, Rossi, how did questioning the neighbors go?"

"Once the media swarmed back here when Victor was found it went to hell. They either wouldn't open the door because they didn't want to get on camera or they were so eager to get on TV they wouldn't talk to us. Maybe if things calm down tomorrow we'll have better luck," Rossi tells him.

"Okay. I say let's get out of here tonight and get back at it in the morning."

Emily shakes her head. "There are so many DVD's. I can go a little longer and- -"

"NO!" JJ, Reid and Pete all say.

Hotch looks at the three agents in surprise. So does Emily. JJ takes Emily's hand.

"Honey, you need to put it away for the night," she says gently.

Emily starts to argue but Hotch intervenes. "They're right, Prentiss. Clear your head so you don't risk missing something."

Emily finally nods. "Yeah, okay."

"Tomorrow, Morgan, Rossi, profile the basement graves. JJ, Pete, you two go interview Victor Tobbin."

Emily glances up. "Uh, Hotch, it might be best if I'm at least there to reintroduce Jen and to help Victor see Pete isn't a threat. He trusts me and right now trust is hard to come by for him."

Hotch nods. "Fine. Make the intros then get here." He thinks a moment. "Do you know what- -"

"Yes, I know what happened to him," she snaps. She then takes a calming breath. "His DVD was the first I saw. If I lead the interview defense attorneys could say I gave him the answers we wanted."

"Alright. Then let's get out of here."

The team makes their way outside, dodging the questions from the reporters still hanging around trying to get one more quote for the late news. Emily gladly gets in the backseat of an SUV. She glances back at the house, shivering as she thinks what might have happened to Victor if she hadn't heard him.

In their hotel room, JJ pulls her wife close. "Is there anything I can do?"

Emily studies her wife's face. "Can you hold me tonight? I just…I need that, Jen. I need you to hold me."

JJ gives her a kiss. "Of course, Emily. Why don't you get a shower and try to wash this hell off of you?"

"Join me? Not for sex. I just need…need to be close to you, Jen. I need…I need…"

"I know, sweetheart. How about I let you wash my hair?"

Emily smiles. "I think that sounds perfect." She kisses JJ's forehead. "So, why is it that me needing to center a bit gets you your hair washed?"

"Because taking care of me helps center you; helps remind you of the good in life."

Emily pulls her into a strong hug. "Yeah, I think that's it exactly. I love you, Jen."

"I love you, too, Emily."

Emily eases back and tilts her head curiously. "So, uh, why no comment about my cheek?"

JJ sighs. "Reid told me what happened. And, well, I kind of couldn't help but think how I'd react if…if…you know…"

Emily nods. "If it was Henry. God, Jen, there's a kid that…shit…he looks just like Declan did when I first met him. It really fucked me up. And then I implied to Pete it was about Henry. Last thing I needed was questions about who Declan is from someone who doesn't know about him. I just couldn't have handled it."

"I know, Emily. When this case ends and we have the unsub and all his, for lack of a better word, clients in custody, you can tell Pete the truth or not. For now, just forget the DVD's, forget the pictures, forget the bodies in the basement. Concentrate on the fact that you saved one little boy today. Victor Tobbin is alive and getting medical attention because of you. He's on your win list and he always will be. We were too late for the others but not for him."

Emily leans her forehead against JJ's. "I love you."

"Ditto, Mrs. Prentiss. Come on: let's go get that shower."

Emily nods and lets JJ take the lead. JJ is happy to do it. Emily had cared for her so much in the wake of the Alexandria case. Tonight, and for this whole case, it would be JJ's turn to return the love and care. They were a perfect team.