James added another sugar cube to his coffee and carefully took a sip of the piping hot beverage. He had heard the FBI pounding on his door and had heard them enter. He was amused by how easy had he made it for them, leaving his front door unlocked, leaving all the doors in his house open except to the room he now sat in, his uncle's old viola machine blasting out Beethoven's 5th symphony, guiding them his way. What kind of fool gives up so easily James thought to himself, smiling, that must be what those incompetents must be thinking. He wondered for a moment, how long it would take those profilers to realize that his giving up so easily was only to distract them from Paris…long enough he hoped, glancing at his watch…five minutes in counting.

Morgan reached the door first and pushed it open, the loud scratchy record jumped as he did so and he pointed his gun in the direction instinctively.

If the record jumping had caught Morgan by surprised, it was nothing compared to the surprise he got when he aimed his gun.

Sitting contently in an armchair, a coffee cup in hand and a pocket watch in the other was James Cramer. He looked up at the team as if it was normal to have the FBI and the LVPD barge into his study.

"James Cramer!" Morgan said loudly

"Yes?" he replied

"Stand up slowly and keep your hands where I can see them."

Cramer raised an eyebrow

"Son there is no need for that, I do not plan on causing a ruckus." He replied, setting his coffee down on the table. He spotted Greg Francis and nodded "Captain Francis, good to see you, how is the family? Has Stephanie taken her SATs yet? I heard the little one Nate is getting ready for his driver ed class, wonderful news. They do grow up so quickly."

Francis was taken aback by Cramer's calmness, he hadn't expected this, he had expected James to be demanding to know what was going on…to be demanding that a mistake had been made.

"Jimmy…" Francis said "did you really kill those five kids?"

Morgan stepped forward quickly and cuffed Cramer, who looked at Francis sternly, almost accusingly

"Someone had to save them….those six victims of society's cruelties." Cramer replied, emphasizing the word Six.

That sentence was barely out of Cramer's mouth when Gideon, Williamson, Elle, and Gage burst in, call it bad timing, but Williamson heard the sentence. He went pale and Gage reached out to support his captain.

"Six…no James…you didn't…" he stuttered

"The warnings were all around us Eric…we paid no heed to them…why should the innocent pay for our mistakes? They paid with their suffering and now their suffering has come to an end." Cramer replied simply.

"You Bastard!" Williamson exclaimed and jumped at Cramer, ready to kill his former friend, but was pulled away from Cramer by Hotch and Gage "they were kids…" he muttered. "just kids…"

"James cut the crap! Where is Paris?" Francis bellowed

"Where he belongs…where he will be safe and always welcome, soon to be with the one person on this planet who truly appreciated the gift she was given." Cramer finished as Gage grabbed the man and with the help of other officers led him out towards the waiting squad car as Francis tried to calm Williamson down.

Hotch turned to Gideon and the rest of the team

"He went quietly." he whispered

"Quietly yes," Gideon repeated "but he was trying to drag things out…notice how he kept glancing at his watch?"

"Paris has got to still be alive," Reid said looking around "but he doesn't have much time."

"He's in this house somewhere, everyone split up" Hotch commanded as the team scattered.

"Paris!"

"Paris!"

A.N: This is what I meant about the chapters being short for a reason, I promise they will be uploaded quickly, but this is why they are so short.