A/N- Hey guys, so is anyone actually reading this? Cause I keep getting new story alerts but no reviews. There isn't much longer to go now :)

So what do you think of Dean? Guilty? Not guilty?

Hotch stood at the Rosebyne police station, collecting his thought, planning the interview. There had only been a few people around and most of them were secretaries and other non law enforcement workers. Hotch had met a overly curious deputy named Sam who asked him a lot of questions about the FBI and how the hostage situation was going. Most of Frank's men were at the coffee shop, the place where this young man desperately wanted to be. Dean Porter sat in an interrogation room and a secretary bought him coffee. Hotch new he had to treat carefully- Dean was here out of his own free will and could leave at any second. Sam kept glancing over at the room.

"Is he the bad guy?" Sam asked, a little too excited. "Are you gonna grill him? Like on TV?"

Before Hotch had a chance to say anything Maggie came bursting through the doors.

"My damn cell phone won't work!" She shouted.

"Ma'am?" Asked Sam. "Can I help you?"

"It's alright, she's with me. Why don't you give us a minute." Said Hotch.

Maggie stood there, looking palpable. Hotch took a few steps closer.

"What happened? Did you talk to her?"

"Meredith?" She scoffed. "Yeah. We had a good chat. Remember that email we got that tipped us off to the photos on Newman's computer?"

Hotch nodded.

"Meredith sent them. Apparently at Dean's request."

Hotch stared at her for a moment, as confused as she had been.

"How come we didn't know this at the time?" He asked.

"It was from an anonymous account and sent from a public library. There were no leads. Meredith didn't tell anyone. She said something to do with Valencia's safety but I think she was just ashamed."

"Of what?" Hotch questioned.

"Meredith seems to think Dean and Alex had a little something on the side."

Hotch thought about it.

"What do you think?" He asked.

"Honestly? I have no idea. But this changes a hell of a lot."

Hotch took a breath.

"Then we better get to it."

"Please state your name for the recorder" said Maggie as she had done so many times before.

"Dean Porter."

"And are you here of your own free will?"

"I am."

Maggie relaxed now, risking a glance at Hotch before she warmly adressed Dean Porter.

"Dean. I'm sorry to get you involved in all this again."

Deans face looked sad but he managed a small polite small.

"It's fine, she's my daughter. I'd do anything for her."

"You said you haven't seen Valencia in three years, correct?"

"Correct." he stated simply.

"Has there ever been any phone calls, letters?"

"No." he said meekly. "She doesn't want to talk to me."

"I'm sorry." Maggie said in a sincere voice. Dean nodded.

"Do you have any idea why she might be doing this?"

Dean looked down once again.

"She blames me for what happened. She thinks... She thinks I did things to those little girls that went missing all that time ago. She also blames me for what... He did to her."

"He?" Maggie asked, feigning ignorance.

"Alex." he said coldly.

"Ah, yes... Mr Newman. How did you feel when you found out about those photos on his computer?"

He looked up. "Angry. Pissed off. You two were there, you know what happen."

Ah. It had been an unfortunate incident really. While Dean was being informed about the photos that had been found, an incompetent agent was escorting Alex Newman from an interrogation room. It seemed like a flash, one minute Dean Porter and been standing there with a tear streaked face, and the next he was on top of Alex and blood was flying everywhere. He almost killed him. It took three agents to pry him off.

Maggie nodded, shuffling some papers for dramatic effect, while the next question rolled off her tounge.

"But isn't it true that you knew about the photos before that?"

Pause.

"What? I don't know..." Maggie said nothing, wanting him to talk. "Look, whatever Meredith said to you-"

"Who said anything about Meredith?" Maggie questioned.

Dean's face changed, realizing what he did.

"I...I can explain..."

"Meredith seemed to have a theory on that one. Seems to think you Alex were a little more than business partners."

Dean kept his head down.

"She seems to think you two were in a secret relationship. Now why would she think a thing like that?" She asked.

Before Hotch of Maggie could say anything, something happened they didn't expect: Dean burst into tears. Maggie looked at Hotch, unsure what to do. Much to their relief he collected himself pretty quickly, wiping away the tears with his jacket sleeve.

"I'm sorry." He said, composing himself. "I'm sorry. She... She's right. I loved him. I know, it's sick. Oh god."

Maggie or Hotch didn't say anything, waiting for him to go on.

"Lord have mercy on my soul." He said quietly to the celing. "I've spent my whole life trying to deny those urges. But Alex, he was... I just... And then I found out... My little girl!" Dean babbled on while tears ran down his face.

"How did you find out about the photos?" Maggie inquired.

Dean looked down, ashamed.

"We'd taken some photos of ourselves together on the beach. I went through his camera, and I found-" He stopped. "I heard him coming back from the kitchen so I put it back and pretended I hadn't seen them."

He looked up at the agent's faces, wondering what they must be thinking of him.

"I know it's awful. I should have done something. But I... I'd never felt that way before about anyone. And then...I should have punched him, or yelled, or cried... or.. or... something! I was shocked and I didn't know what to do!"

Maggie didn't know whether to feel sorry him or disgusted he didn't do anything. She looked over at hotch who remained stoic, saying nothing.

"So what happened next?" Maggie asked gently, sincere this time.

"I asked Meredith to turn him in. I couldn't. I didn't want anything to do with it but I had to protect my daughter. Valencia is my first priority."

"And at the station, when you beat him?"

"I honestly don't remember. I just saw him standing there, and I was so angry... I just snapped, and the next thing I know I was looking at you and there was blood everywhere."

Dean Porter started to silently cry. Maggie looked at Hotch. They were thinking the same this. This man wasn't a pedophile. He wasn't a killer. He was just a pathetic sad man who had spent eight years hating himself. This was a waste of time.

"Thank you Dean." Maggie smiled warmly and reassuringly. "I think that's all for now." He nodded while Maggie and Hotch stood up, heading for the door. That is, until they heard Dean Porter speak.

"Agent Hotchner?"

The two agents turned around, Hotch leaning against the doorframe with his left arm, wating for Dean Porter to speak.

"I'll understand."

"Understand what Mr. Porter?" Hotch asked.

"I know the agency will always look after their own. Valencia is a sick girl, who knows what she'll do."

"Mr. Porter I'm not sure..." Said Hotch, raising an eyebrow.

"If you have to shoot her, agent, I'll understand."