Disclaimer: Do not own. And I know I wouldn't make a very good writer for the show, anyway.

AN: So it's a really short chapter. Basically it's just a filler chapter. I really hope it's enjoyable. The last chapter is on its way! Thank you all for your lovely reviews, they really make this writer feel good- like she's on top of the world.

Morgan kicked in the door with a simple swift movement of his leg. Everyone had their guns in their most secure positions. Morgan shifted inside the house, eyes grazing through the kitchen and the living room. When they caught onto the stairs, there was a slight wish in his head that she was not asleep. He stepped into the house all the way and jogged up the stairs. Hotch and Rossi followed close behind him, their guns at the ready. Prentiss was left downstairs, just in case they needed extra back up.

Morgan was ready to turn into the bedroom, while Hotch and Rossi were going to check the guest bedroom, when Sally burst out of the bathroom holding a pistol. It was pointed straight at Morgan's head. He could tell that her aim was dead on. But he kept his gun raised, no matter how his eyebrows were raised in surprise.

"What're you doing here?" Sally inquired, relinquishing the gun to her right hand that lowered to her side.

Morgan took a deep breath. This young woman had led them on a wild goose chase, had blamed an "almost" innocent woman, killed her boyfriend, and was now playing dumb. Not to mention she had ordered Veronica to kidnap Morgan, who no longer had any sympathy for the blonde who was holding a gun.

So he barked, "Put down the gun, Sally."

The woman steadied her stance and raised the gun. Once again, the pistol was aimed right between Morgan's eyes. It made the man slightly nervous that she appeared to know what she was doing.

"Put down the gun, Sally," Hotch said, now standing right beside Morgan.

"He was supposed to be with Veronica until I came and picked him up. She would be like his babysitter. Looks like the pretty girl couldn't even do that right. Where is good ol' V now anyway?" Sally chatted.

"We figured out it wasn't her. There were too many gaps in the profile, and I realized on the ride over here that there wasn't anything wrong with the profile," Morgan said.

Sally took a step forward. "Oh yeah? So what'd that profile say about me?"

"It said that when you were in school you suffered through bullying, abuse, anything that lowered your self esteem. The only thing you had were your books, and you made good use of them," Hotch began.

Morgan glanced at Hotch for a moment, realizing what the team leader wanted to attempt. "None of the boys you like wanted you. They were cheerleader types, every one of them. You got hurt."

"You messed up when you killed your own boyfriend," Rossi stated.

He was about to say something else when Sally began crying, lowering the gun to her side, when she said, "He was cheating on me… he was cheating on me with Chantal Priestly. God, I hated her in high school! She was the queen bee, and everyone did her pretty little bidding. Do you know what that's like? Being so insignificant like that? It's like high school came back to haunt me!"

Sally dropped the gun and Morgan moved rapidly.

He handcuffed her when she kept saying, "So I started killing guys who would fall for her. Guys who were dating girls like her! And I killed Owen last… because he was betraying me. He was going to be my last until this piece of sex with the eyes came along. And I knew he was just like him- just like Owen."

Morgan stiffened. He pushed Sally forward, and she easily began walking towards Rossi. Hotch picked up the gun Sally dropped on the wooden floorboards. Prentiss was standing at the top of the stairs, wondering what was going on. When she saw Morgan pushing Sally toward her, she dashed down the stairs and out to the SUV, opening the trunk where there was a screen built in to guard against a criminal escaping. Prentiss climbed up front and sat there, just watching Morgan take Sally from her house in the middle of the day and place her in the back. There was a slam of the trunk door, and then the side door opened. Rossi climbed in first in the middle, then came Morgan, who was obviously a tad flustered. Hotch climbed in the driver's seat and turned the SUV on.

"I'm not like Owen," Morgan stated, unable to get Reid out of his head.