Once Morgan was back, Justin and Brian sat back down in the chairs across from him and looked significantly calmer; it impressed Reid, who had been studying them; they had said nothing and done nothing but stand there; it was like the mere presence of the other somehow calmed them. Morgan looked at the list again and then continued.

"Who are Claire and John?"

"Claire is my sister and John is her son. Claire came to my office one day dragging John with her. Her youngest son Peter had been injured and she needed to get to the hospital. She didn't have anybody else to look after John since our dear mother was already three sheets to the wind, and begged me to do it.

I reluctantly agreed and took him with me to the diner and then to Michael's comic shop. Afterwards, we went to my place, where I took a shower while he apparently roamed around the entire place. He stole some money and a bracelet and when I caught him and took the money back, he told his mother that I had molested him. She not only believed him, but also reported me to the police.

Justin found him the next day at the mall and saw him wearing my bracelet. He took Carl and Deb with him to Claire's house and they confronted him. After showing Carl the bracelet with my initials on it, he confessed to having made the whole thing up and the charges were dropped.

Neither he nor my sister were too thrilled that he was exposed as a liar and they both resent the fact that I am more successful than anybody else in the family and don't necessarily feel the need to pay for them."

"Jesus, you have a fucked up family."

Prentiss blurted out and then apologized.

"Hey, no need to apologize; I do have a fucked up family, it's a wonder I can still function in society."

Justin looked at him and smirked, but didn't say anything. Brian just swatted him in the back of the head, gently.

"Ok, next on the list is Ethan Gold."

At the mention of that name, Brian's face became an unreadable mask while Justin became a little agitated.

"After the bashing, I was fucked up for a long time; actually, we both were. I suspect we both have PTSD, but neither of us ever got any therapy for it. We started having a lot of problems and neither one of us dealt with them particularly well. It all culminated with me leaving Brian for someone else, namely Ethan Gold. He is a violin player and was offered a contract, but part of the contract was a stipulation that he had to hide that he's gay. At first, he turned them down flat, but somehow Brian got to him with a little speech about how there is nothing noble about being poor, so Ethan turned around and signed the damn thing.

I think that was the beginning of the end, not that he signed it, but that he told me that he never wanted to hide what we had, that I was the most important thing to him, and THEN he signed it, without talking to me about it first. I have been through too much coming out for me to be willing to go back in the closet.

I couldn't go with him to a concert in Harrisburg, but I followed him, intent on surprising him, but I'm the one that got the surprise. I saw him talking to a fan and then leaving with him. When I confronted him about it, he said that nothing happened, they just talked about music. I didn't really believe him, but I wanted to, so I stomped down any doubt until the guy showed up at our door with flowers.

The stupid fucker had the audacity to tell me that it was because he missed me. Considering he had been gone one night, I really didn't buy it, and then he said that I forgave Brian all the time, so why couldn't I forgive him. In that moment, I realized what a colossal fucking mistake I had made, because Brian may have tricked, but he never made a secret out of what he did and what he wanted.

I left Ethan that same night and a month later I was back with Brian, after having stalked him again."

Justin smirked at Brian, who was laughing at the last remark.

"I'm sure Ethan blames Brian for the whole thing, and he's partly right, but it's really my fault; I never should have left Brian in the first place."

Justin shrugged and looked at Morgan, who nodded and moved on down the list.

"Jim Stockwell?"

Morgan looked to the two men in turn and Brian was the one answering the question.

"Jim Stockwell is the former police chief and was a mayoral candidate in 2004. The first time I met him, was at a fundraiser my then business partner had dragged me to. He wanted the advertising dollars of all the republican supporters. I got the brilliant idea to take on Stockwell as a client."

Brian both looked and sounded exasperated with himself.

"Justin was with Ethan at the time and the only thing I was thinking about was getting the hell out of Pittsburgh; Stockwell's backers could do that for me. He said he wanted to make Pittsburgh family friendly, and apparently, that meant closing down every gay establishment on Liberty Avenue that had any kind of association with sex.

Everybody told me I was a sellout, everybody but Justin. When we got back together, he just started working against Stockwell on his own. He was an intern at the agency at the time and I caught him printing posters he had made and told him to stop.

Now, the thing is, I've never been able to get Justin to stop doing something he believes in, so naturally, he didn't stop. When Stockwell finally went too far for me, by forcing us to actually stay home and fuck, I started working with Justin against Stockwell, even arranged for him to do a meeting at the GLC.

To say the meeting was a disaster for him is putting it mildly. He started getting suspicious and he went to my partner; he wanted me off his account. They showed up at my door and found me fucking the intern on the floor surrounded by anti-Stockwell posters.

Suffice it to say, we were both fired and Justin was kicked out of school for endangering the intern program. The thing is, we found out that Stockwell's former partner was involved in the death of a young hustler Debbie had found in the dumpster behind the diner a year prior.

We couldn't get Carl to re-open the case, despite the fact that we actually had physical evidence; he was scared to rock the boat, so close to retirement.

I put together an ad telling people to maybe ask Stockwell some questions about his former partner's involvement in the death of Jason Kemp before voting for him. This was the night before the election and as it turned out, the voting district Liberty Avenue is a part of turned out to vote for the democratic candidate, making sure Stockwell lost."

"Are you telling me that the two of you were responsible for the mayoral race of 2004 in Pittsburgh turning out the way it did?"

Both Justin and Brian stared at Prentiss and then at each other.

"I guess you could say that."

A slow, but very proud smile broke out on Justin's face. Brian saw it and couldn't help smiling, himself.

"We might have been, but we were left without a job for me and no school for Justin. When the community found out, through Justin, that I had made and paid for the commercial, they raised the money to pay me and I used it to open my own agency.

I managed to steal most of my clients from my former agency and that's why Gardner Vance is on the list; he's my former partner."

"Well, ok then, that only leaves Cody Bell."

Justin took a deep breath, let it out and then started talking, not looking at anybody.

"Like I said, both Brian and I probably had PTSD from the bashing. When a guy we know got bashed behind Woody's one night, I told him he had to testify against his attackers, he had to work through it. He asked me if that's what I did when I was bashed and the question hit me, hard.

I worked up a lot of rage over the next couple of days and when I overheard some people talking about starting a group that would go around Liberty protecting people, I joined. We called ourselves the Pink Posse and to start with, we did exactly as we said we'd do. We patrolled Liberty and went after homophobes who'd come down there just to yell at us.

It quickly evolved to us going outside Liberty, provoking a homophobic reaction and then stomping that down. In the end, it was only me and Cody left, all the rest had seen that we were spiraling out of control and wanted no part of it. I was still so angry that I didn't see what we were doing, but when Cody forced me to confront Chris Hobbs, something in me snapped.

I actually had him on his knees and held a gun in his mouth, made him shit himself and apologize, but when Cody started screaming at me to shoot him, I told Chris to go inside. Cody was not happy with me when I left. I had given the gun back to him and he was screaming after me what a pussy I was, but I just kept going."

Brian was tense; he hadn't heard any of that before, but he wasn't really surprised, he knew how much anger Justin had harbored back then. He was just worried about what this could mean, if Justin could get into trouble for it.

"You didn't actually hurt him, you just scared him?"

Reid was the one asking the question after a long silent moment.

"Yeah, I never laid a hand on him."

Reid nodded and looked at Morgan, who nodded, too.

"I think, since he never filed any charges against you, that nothing is going to happen. Even if we do talk to him and he decides to press charges now, I do believe the statute of limitations is over on that one, too. I have to say though, that I think you should think about getting some therapy for what happened, both of you actually. I think you still suffer from PTSD; it's usually a lifelong condition you need coping mechanisms to deal with."

"Don't worry, Derek, we both saw a therapist after we found out how utterly stupid we had been after Justin came home. We saw him three times a week the six months up till our wedding."

They all looked relieved and just as Prentiss was about to say something, Hotch, Rossi and Carl came back from the kitchen.

"We had a talk with Carl; we wanted to find out if some of the people who apparently always blame you for things going wrong in their lives might have something to do with this, but he assured us that they were all present at the dinner that gives you your alibi for the second murder. All of them except Lindsay and Melanie," Rossi looked at his notes when he said their names, "but apparently, they were in Toronto and couldn't possibly have anything to do with it either."

Both Brian and Justin looked completely shocked that the notion had even been contemplated. They could never imagine that any of the members of their chosen family could do something like this.

"Are you done with the list?"

Hotch looked at Morgan, who nodded and showed him the detailed notes he had taken during the conversation.

"Good, we'll start with the interviews tomorrow. Get the names to Garcia; she can find addresses for all of them. Right now, I think we better stop for the night; there isn't anything we can do until after we have talked to these people, anyway."

Justin looked at his watch and noticed it was six thirty.

"Vivian will have dinner ready in about half an hour if you want to freshen up before then."

They all nodded and Carl said he better get home. They all told him they'd see him the next day before they went to their rooms to get ready for dinner.