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A/n here's the next chapters my lovelies. Again, mega thanks to my fab beta REIDFANATIC for her support of me and the plot bunnies.

Good Cop, Bad Cop

"What did you find Garcia?" Hotch prompted as the others waited with a palpable excitement in the air.

"I traced the downloaded material to their origination with this man." She hit several keys on her laptop and a face popped up on the screen. "This is Herbert Stanley - a level three pervert."

"We found his finger prints on that photograph of Lucy." Mac interrupted as the others looked at each other with growing disgust and fear.

"So Shane Casey gave Lucy to a pedophile?" Adam said, anger kindling in his kind brown eyes. "Mac, we can't just stay here. We have to do something." He turned for the door, yanking it open so hard it pulled out of his grasp and fell shut with a crashing bang.

"Adam…" Mac snapped out.

The younger man stopped at the command in his boss's voice. "But Mac we have to do something." He cried. "She's just a little girl."

"I know that. We have to do this the right way."

Adam hung his head. Garcia moved to his side and put a hand on his arm. "Don't worry… between my doves and your friends, we'll find Lucy."

"Garcia is right." Hotch said. "We do this the right way.

The door to the AV lab opened again behind of all of them. "What're you up to? Watching the game." Flack's teasing voice said.

"No…" Mac answered. "But I have a job for you."

Flack's eyes lit up with excitement and amusement. "Bring it on."

"It seems that Lopez's computer is filled with kiddy porn. Our new hacker friend Garcia," He gestured to her while she beamed in pride at them. "She traced all the down loads to a Herbert Stanley. Stella also found his prints on the picture of Lucy."

Don's mouth firmed up into a tight line and his eyes went hard and dark as the glittering carapace of a beetle. "Please tell me I get to bring this creep in." He said.

"Yes… This time let's get to him before Shane Casey does," Mac said.

Flack turned for the door, followed by Mac and Stella. "Hawkes, see what you can do to find out what kind of weapon was used to kill Lopez."

"You got it boss."

Sheldon turned to Reid sizing him up with his liquid brown eyes. "You said to Sid that you thought you'd seen that weapon before," He asked.

"Yeah… I just wish I could remember where."

"Let's get into reconstruction. We've got a huge data base of known weapons we can look at."

The two doctors left the room, leaving only Hotch, Adam and Garcia. "I'm going to get back to work on that 3-D reconstruction of the wound track." Adam told them.

"Garcia…" Hotch said. "I want you to go into Herbert Stanley's background. I want you to find all there is to know about him."

Garcia winked and gave Hotch a salute. "You'll know him better then he knows himself by the time I'm finished with him.

Hotch gave her a very rare smile of approval. "I have the utmost faith in you."

She went very rosy in the cheeks. "Thank you sir, that means a lot coming from you."

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Herbert Stanley was sweating. Beads of moisture dotted his forehead and stained under the arms of his green polo shirt. His graying hair had receded back so far that he'd compensated with a very unattractive comb over. His fingers had gone white as he clasped them in front of him on the metal interrogation room table.

"Come on Herbert, you know the drill." Flack said.

"I didn't do nothin." Stanley began again.

"If I had a nickel for every time I heard that from a scum bag like you, I'd be a millionaire." Flack said from his position leaning up against the two way mirror."

"We've got your finger prints on a photograph found at a crime scene this afternoon." Hotch said sliding Lucy's picture in front of Stanley.

"I told you I've never seen that kid before in my life. I know I was a bit of a naughty boy in the past, but I'm all over that now. Just call my doctor. He'll tell you."

More sweat popped out on his forehead. His eyes widened at the picture and a light pulsed in his icy gray eyes.

"No one blames you Herbert…" Hotch said, "She is a very beautiful child."

"It's not my fault…"

"You freakin' scumbag." Flack launched off the wall and reached out for Stanley's neck.

The frightened man leaned back in his chair. "It wasn't my fault." He squealed like a pig. "They were the ones that -"

Flack grabbed him around the neck and pulled him forward. "Don't you dare say it." He spit in the man's face. "You're nothin' but a pervert. I'd like to beat your face into a bloody pulp." Flack shouted, as his face turned the color of over ripe beets.

"Get him off me," Stanley screamed.

Hotch stood and pulled Flack away by both his arms. "If you can't stay calm detective you better leave." Hotch said tightly his lips white around the edges.

"How can you listen to this bastard and agree with him. This is Lucy…" Flack yelled straining against Hotch's restraining arms.

"I said control yourself or leave." Hotch demanded his dark eyes snapping.

"Fine… I can't stand another minute with this pervert. So much for the mighty BAU," Flack pulled out of Hotch's grasp and slammed out of the room.

Hotch took his chair and straightened his tie. "I'm sorry about that. He's very upset. His best friend is that little girl's father."

"I didn't do nothin to her." Stanley said, but he couldn't keep his eyes off the photograph. "You're just trying to get me to admit to somethin bad."

"I know you didn't hurt this child Herbert." Hotch said. "We just need to find her. She's the daughter of two cops. It would go very well for you if you help us."

Stanley swallowed hard as he reached out with trembling fingers to touch the picture. "He said she belonged to his sister. He said she'd been kidnapped and he wanted her to go back to her rightful home."

"So you took the picture." Hotch prodded.

"Yes… He said it was the only way to punish her kidnapper. I didn't know he was lying to me."

"Who told you?" Hotch asked. "It was that guy from the television, the one that killed those people and escaped from prison. He broke into my apartment one day with the child. He was just sitting there. I thought -" He stopped and stared down at his trembling hands.

"You thought he brought her for you." Hotch asked.

"Yes… I never hurt no one. I only take the photographs and send them out to the people that subscribe to my website." He said, avoiding Hotch's stare.

"You wanted her for your self." Hotch said.

"I - um… I don't… "

"It's okay… I do understand." Hotch sympathized. "I promise I'll speak to the judge on your behalf. I can help you if you want it."

Herbert licked his lips. His fingers stroked the photograph. Hotch snatched it out of his hands. "I can't help you if you don't help me." Hotch reminded him.

Herbert swallowed and swiped a hand across his forehead. "He told me to send the photographs to that guys computer. He said you wouldn't ever know about me. He lied to me." Herbert croaked.

"Yes he did… Tell me what he doesn't want me to know." Hotch encouraged him with a kind look and a very tight smile.

"He said that I wasn't to tell you that he would kill that detective's pretty little wife and make him watch. He said he'd leave the detective alive and all alone."

Herbert smiled a very nasty little smile. "Can I keep the picture?" He asked, licking his lips again.

"No… I think we're done here."

"Hey… You said you'd help me if I told you." Herbert shouted, getting out of his chair.

"I lied…" Hotch informed him and left.

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Flack stood outside the room looking in at Herbert who lay with his head on his arms sobbing like a little child. "I didn't think that would work." He said without looking at Hotch.

"I know…"

"How can you do that?" Flack asked keeping his eyes on the man in the interrogation room.

"I have a son that's a few years older than Lucy. I couldn't live if anything like that happened to him. So I put aside my disgust and I sympathize with men like him to get what I need."

Flack finally faced Hotch, leaving the crying man to his tears. "I don't envy you."

"Don't worry about me. We need to get Detective Monroe into protective custody right away."

"Danny won't like that." Flack said his smile returning.

"No… I don't imagine he will. The fact is that we need to protect her. If that means making her go in to protection against her will, then we do that," Hotch said flatly. "In the mean time we do our best to solve this before Casey makes his next move."

"Okay, I'll go talk to Mac," Flack responded in the same way he might treat a man with an itchy trigger finger.

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Flack left Hotch alone in the hallway. The BAU unit chief sighed and observed Stanley through the two-way glass. That feeling, the one that had overwhelmed him when he heard the gunshots that ripped Haley from him, rose up like a tidal wave in his chest. He'd tried to make it stay buried since hearing about this case, but it wouldn't go away. He couldn't let another child lose her mother because of a psychopath. He couldn't let Danny lose the woman he loved. At least the detective was smart enough not to put his work ahead of his family. He should be rewarded, not punished.

He sighed and turned away from the window. The sooner they got to Shane Casey, the better off they'd all be. Maybe when the cuffs were on Casey he could push the hate and the rage back down to that place in his gut where it belonged.