Hotch and Morgan lead the interrogation of Mark Kruse. Surprisingly, Feist very rarely tells his client not to answer. Of course, being the low man in the gang, Kruse knows very little.

When asked about the man named "Simon" Kruse tells them he only knew people by the nicknames they used, not their real names. As he had given those, Rossi had called them into Garcia to have her put them through her criminal databases. After 3 hours it is obvious they are not going to get much more information from Kruse. Hotch has one final question.

"Would you be willing to look at mug shots to see if you can identify any of these men?"

Kruse looks to his lawyer, who nods. Kruse shrugs at Hotch. "Yeah, I guess."

"Good. Your cooperation is appreciated, Mr. Kruse."

"Like I got a choice," he mutters.

Hotch's eyes narrow. "What do you mean by that? Didn't your lawyer explain the deal in place for the information you supply to us?"

Though the police watching don't see it, all the profilers see when Feist's pulse starts to pound faster and his pupils dilate slightly.

"What the hell is he hiding?" Emily ponders as she stares through the two-way mirror.

"Mr. Feist, you did make your client aware of our conditions for this interview, right?" Hotch presses the lawyer. "You did tell him that his full cooperation would be considered should charges be pressed?"

Kruse sits up in his seat. "He ain't tell me that! Just said I gotta tell you some shit so you'd let me go!"

"You're not going anywhere, Kruse," Morgan tells him. "You're confession to me and Agent Rossi ensures that."

Kruse spins around and glares at Feist. "What the fuck? You said—"

Feist is obviously uncomfortable at this point. "I'm afraid you…misunderstood. That's all."

"Bullshit!"

"Mr. Kruse, would you like to request new council?" Hotch asks. "We can suspend this talk until a new lawyer arrives."

"Yeah! I want a new lawyer! Not this bastard! I didn't even know this guy until he walked in!"

Hotch glances to his left. "Morgan, get Mr. Feist out of here and into another interrogation room. I want to know what the hell is going on here."

Feist leaps to his feet. "You can't do that! You have no authority to—"

"The hell I don't! Morgan!"

Morgan stands and grabs Feist by the arm. The lawyer is still protesting as he is dragged from the room. Hotch looks at Mr. Kruse.

"Do you know who called him?"

"Nah, man, he just showed up. I figured he got called when I asked for an attorney."

"Word of advice: if a lawyer in a $1000 suit shows up, he hasn't been appointed by the courts. Until a new lawyer arrives, I'm going to suspend this interview to make sure you are properly represented." Hotch stands to leave. "You may want to think about who would want to send in such an expensive lawyer to get you out of here…and why."

Hotch leaves the interview room. He hears the end of Emily's conversation with Garcia.

"Right, Garcia, F-E-I-S-T. Find out who has called him or paid him in the last 24 hours. And then track back to the start of these home invasions." She pauses to listen to Garcia. "Right. Okay, well, I'll talk to Hotch. I can be in the office tomorrow to help you weed through some of those reports and Rossi can hang here to help the team at the police station." She pauses then chuckles. "Yeah, well, Rossi and I like to be lazy every once in a while. What can we say? See you later."

Emily looks at Hotch. "Garcia has a lot of information in regards to associates of our 2 known suspects but they both have a lot of peripheral associates that threw up red flags in connection with the details of our case. I figured I can probably weed a lot of them out before sending them this way."

"And I can go over everything we have here again in light of some of this new information. Fresh eyes should help," Rossi adds.

Hotch nods. "Good. And hopefully by tomorrow the APB on Smith will have led to his arrest. Where's JJ?"

"When word got out that Rossi was shot about 100 reporters showed up. She's giving them a lot of nothing to keep them happy," Reid states.

Hotch nods. "Good. Okay, I'm going in with Morgan to interview Feist, though I have a feeling he won't give up anything any time soon."

Just then Morgan walks up. "Don't bother. He lawyered up."

Hotch rolls his eyes. "Figures. Fine, he can stew in a cell overnight. Be back here by 7 a.m. unless you get a call they've caught Smith."

The team nods and heads out for the night. Emily has to wait about another 45 minutes for JJ to finish with the press. When the liaison comes in she drops down into a chair beside Emily and buries her face in her hands.

"I swear we need to hire a liaison just to deal with Rossi-related questions. Can you believe with all the crap going on some asshole took the time to ask me about a chapter in his second book? Do I look like I've memorized his fucking books? Shit! Damn asshole!"

Emily knows the more JJ cusses the more tired she is. She lays a hand on her leg. "How about we go get Henry, and when we get home you get yourself in a nice, hot bath, I'll bring you a glass of wine, and I'll deal with the little man until it's time for you to read him a story. Sound good?"

JJ rolls her head, her face still in her hands. "That sounds perfect. But can you bring me an aspirin with the wine?"

Emily chuckles. "I believe I can do that, too." She stands and offers her hand to JJ. "Let's go, Agent Jareau.

JJ stands. "Lead the way, Agent Gimpy."

Emily stops and slowly turns to glare at JJ. JJ just smiles and winks.

"Brat," Emily mutters and continues out to their car.