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The door shuts quietly behind Riley. No one dares to get up and stop her. It would be like trying to stop an out-of-control train. But isn't there some way to slow the train down a little?

Morgan stands up and looks around the table. "Really? We're just going to let her walk away? Why isn't anyone trying to stop her! We're just going to sit back and let Him kill her?"

"What are you talking about Morgan?" Reid asks, resting his head in his hand. Showing his exhaustion after the heated argument.

"Am I the only one who sees what's going on here?!"

No one answers him.

"He's luring her to Him! First, He mentally attacks her, sending her emails and throwing her off her game. That email you read Reid, He's making her second guess her loyalty and all of her decisions. He's messing with her head. Then, He creates a situation here which she can't resist coming to. I mean how convenient is it that the murder is only an hour away from home? He wanted her to come back on her own! How else could she if she wasn't so close? And He takes someone vulnerable and important to her and practically dangles him in her face, forcing her to come to Him! Of course she's going to go! Especially because we aren't trying to stop her! We aren't even trying to help her!"

"But she doesn't want our help," Prentiss interrupts.

"Would you want someone else's help while you're on a rampage fueled by a hero complex? She doesn't want her pride hurt. She thinks she can do this by herself."

"But why does He want her to come alone?"

Morgan pauses before answering, "Does it matter? Maybe He still wants whatever He didn't get last time, or maybe….maybe He wants to end her. On a blind rampage trying to save someone, a teenage girl is no match for a full grown man! She's as good as dead as soon as she faces Him. She only survived their last encounter because He wanted what she had. But maybe he doesn't want that anymore, maybe He's going to tie up some loose ends."

"Morgan's right. He set us all up. He's not after us anymore," Rossi looks up at his colleagues, "He's after Riley."

"And we just practically handed her over to Him…." J.J adds.

Morgan nods slowly and looks over at Reid. His mouth hangs open and he stares absently ahead.

Puzzled, Morgan shakes him a little and asks, "Reid? You still with us, kid?"

"Why…why was I so blind to this before? I should have realized this and stopped her. Instead I argued with her and…" Reid says in a trance.

"Think less of what you didn't do and more of what you're going to do. We have to go stop her!"

Everyone stands and Hotch turns into the leader he was meant to be, "Morgan and Reid you cover the northwest part of D.C, J.J and Prentiss you get the downtown. Rossi and I will get the rest. I'll call Garcia and have her track Riley's phone. I'm sure he's somewhere in D.C. We have to find her before she finds Him; let's go."

The group nods in sync and they head out of the building. Each pair gets in a signature black SUV and flares out of the parking lot, determined to beat the bus Riley is on.

Her legs ache, her back is stiff, and her eyes are tired, but she steps off the bus as determined as she was when she got on. Knowing exactly where she wants to go, Riley keeps her head down and pushes onward. The sidewalk is a smooth, hard surface at first but becomes a crumbled mess of stones. She looks up at the shabby, wooden house standing before her. I hope I'm right. Riley walks up the sidewalk, onto the porch, and knocks on the lousy door.

A young, brown haired boy opens the door and looks up at the visitor."I don't know where Wren is, he's not here."

"I'm not looking for Wren, is Justin here?" She asks, looking around the room.

"He's upstairs in his room," the boy answers.

Riley walks through the entryway and heads upstairs. "Thanks Oliver," she says as she ruffles his hair and heads up the stairs. Oliver smiles and gets back to his homework at the table.

The corridor seems more eerie and mysterious than the last time she was here. She checks her watch to see if it's safe to be here. 9:14; it's safe. Riley stands in front of the first door on the left and thinks of what she has to say to get him to talk. It's not what I say…it's how I act.

Riley opens the door and is bombarding by the strong scent of cigarette smoke. A tall, lean boy is sitting on the bed, smoking a cigarette. He stands and drops the smoking paper as Riley comes in through the door.

"Riley, what- what are you doing here?" Justin says.

She doesn't answer him; she runs forward and presses him up against the closest wall, her forearm against his throat. She looks into his eyes with a cold rage, telling him she means business.

"Where is he?" Riley whispers with an edge.

"Where's who?" Justin asks back with arrogance. He knows what she wants but he loves the desperation and impatience he sees on people's faces when he acts dumb like this.

She gives him a hard shove closer to the wall and says, "Tell me! I know you know where He took Wren."

"He who?" he replies with a cocky smile.

A punch to the nose wipes the sick smile off his face. "Tell me where Wren is! I know you practically stalk him! I know you follow him everywhere just to torment him now where is he!"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Another punch to the face and the blood starts running down Justin's face from his nose. "I can do this all night, Justin. Tell me."

"No."

Punch. Blood trickles from his lip and down to Riley's arm against his neck.

"Tell. Me," She says through gritted teeth.

There's a pause and Riley raises her fist to hit him again.

"Wait! I do know, I do know where!" he says, raising his arms to indicate his surrender.

"Where?"

"The old abandoned building on the corner of 15th and Cherry Street. I don't know what floor they're on; I just saw them go into the building."

"Did you see the man with Wren?"

"I didn't get a good look at him, no."

Riley shoves Justin away one last time. "Thanks for the help," she says as she leaves the room. Justin crumples to the floor behind her, patting and dapping at his face with his hands.