Disclaimer: See chapter 1

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Joey Fung sat nervously in the interrogation room while the profilers went over their strategy. His foot tapped on the floor and his one knee kept hitting the underside of the table while small beads of perspiration accumulated on his forehead. "I don't think he'll talk to Emily Hotch," Morgan said. "You heard the way they said he was at the house."

"I think we have to make him explode," Hotch replied. "We need to get him to show his inner feelings towards these women. I don't think it'll work with Dave though."

Hotch explained his idea to the team.

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Beth looked around. No one seemed to be noticing her as she stepped away from the nurses' station and made her way down to the day room which, at the moment, was unoccupied. She pulled her cell from the pocket of her blue scrubs and stared at it for a moment. If anyone found out about this she'd be in big trouble. She turned the cell on and punched in the number she'd retrieved from Dr. Kimura's cell.

Reid pulled his ringing cell from his pocket, "Reid," he said into the instrument.

"H…hi, Dr. Reid, this is Beth at Walter Reid," he heard in his ear.

"Hi Beth," he looked confused.

"Dr. Reid, I sh…shouldn't be calling you. If anyone finds out I'll be in big trouble but Dr. Kimura's so down and I think the only thing that will make her feel any better is you," the excited Beth whispered rapidly.

"Beth, did something happen? Is Linda worse?" Reid asked, unable to hide the concern in his voice.

"She's not worse, at least I don't think so. I did something… Oh man, if anyone finds out about this I'm dead. It's against hospital policy and confidentiality rules. I slipped a disposable cell into her room. She doesn't know it's there. I thought maybe if she heard your voice she'd feel better." She reeled off the number she had written on a piece of paper. "I gotta go," she said as someone walked into the lounge. She quickly closed her cell and returned it to her pocket.

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"Ready Reid," Hotch said as the young agent closed his cell.

"Uh…yeah Hotch, ready. He followed Emily into the interrogation room.

"Mr. Fung," Emily said waving her hand dismissively in Reid's direction. "This is Agent Reid." Reid nodded at the man, not meeting his eyes. "Okay," Emily continued, "let's start with HaeJung Kim." She reached back as if waiting for Reid to hand her something. "The file Reid," she snapped her fingers.

"Oh…oh sorry Agent Prentiss, I forgot them." Reid turned towards the door while Emily sighed and rolled her eyes. Fung glared at her.

Reid returned quickly and handed HaeJung Kim's file to Emily. She removed the picture and placed it in front of Fung. "You knew her," she said.

Fung glanced at the picture and quickly looked away. "I saw her in the store a few times."

"You didn't like her did you?" Emily said, receiving only a shrug from Fung.

She reached back and Reid dutifully handed her a second file. Fung continued to glare at Emily while looking at Reid with confusion. "Jiao Chang," Emily placed the second photo in front of him. "You knew her too."

"She's a bitch," Fung replied.

"Why is she a bitch Joey?" Emily asked.

"She just is, that's all."

"Is it because she's a highly educated Chinese woman. Did she threaten your manhood?" Fung refused to look at Emily but past her to Reid who gave him a sympathetic look.

"Why don't you ask him?" he gestured his head towards Reid. "He knows what it's like to be around a woman who doesn't know her place."

"Oh, so you don't like women like HaeJung Kim, Jiao Chang, Sharon Saito and Deborah Lee because they don't know their place. You want women to be just like your mother. You don't want them to be successful and financially independent because it only points out what a failure you are as a man, doesn't it Joey?" Emily had her hands on the table, her face in Fung's face.

Fung looked at Reid. "Are you going to let this bitch talk to me like this? Why don't you do something? Prove you're a man for God's sake."

"What would you have him do?" Emily asked, "Attack me in a dark alley and force himself on me? Would that make him a man in your eyes Joey? Did it make you one?"

"They deserved it. They all deserved it with their high and mighty attitudes. They had no right to treat me like I was nothing." He screamed at Emily.

Prentiss turned to Reid, "I think we're done here."

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Linda sat on her bed, her meal, in plastic and Styrofoam containers that could be easily disposed of, sat on her bedside table, untouched. She knew she should eat. She needed to keep her strength up but she had no appetite. She wasn't nauseous she told herself. That was one of the symptoms of Ebola but she felt fine. She just didn't feel like eating. One of the girls would be in to scold her shortly if it wasn't the general himself. She was startled out of her reverie by a ringing sound. She looked around the room. There was no phone here, less chance of contamination. Cell phones were a no-no in the hospital but the ringing continued. It sounded like it was coming from her nightstand. She leaned over and opened the drawer to see a cell that was indeed ringing. She grabbed it like it was a life preserver, pushed the button and put it to her ear, "Hello."

She heard the voice of a cartoon character in her ear, "Eh, what's up Doc?"

"Spencer," she said as her face broke into a smile and she, once again, fingered her pink rabbit, "How did you…?"

"I'm not at liberty to say. How are you?" he replied.

"I'm fine," she said brightly, almost too brightly, Reid thought.

"That's not what I heard. I heard you've been kind of down."

"Who told you that?" she asked.

"I told you, I'm not at liberty to say," he repeated. "Now, what's wrong, other than being stuck in quarantine?"

"N…noth…okay, I've had some bleeding," she went on to explain.

"Well, maybe it's just…you know."

"Do you think I didn't think of that?" she told him. "It's too early."

"Yeah but, well you would know about this more than I would, but can't stress affect that kind of thing? I mean what could be more stressful than being stuck in isolation waiting to see if you have a disease."

"Yeah, you're right," she agreed.

"Of course I'm right, I'm a genius, remember."

"Yes, I remember a lot of things. How's your case going genius?"

"Done, finished, we should be on our way home shortly," he told her.

"Really," Linda squealed into her cell.

"Really," he stopped to say something to someone. "Our flight is ready to take off now. I'll see you soon, okay?"

"Okay," she said excitedly. "Bye." She pressed the button on the cell and stared at it. Her eyes shifted curiously to the drawer where the rabbit poking out of the top hat on the nightstand stood guard. She looked at the cell again; no, she thought as she shook her head before putting it back in the drawer. He was coming home. That was all that mattered. She looked at the meal in front of her. Suddenly she was starving. She picked up her fork and dug in.