A/N- Hey guys! So sorry for the long break... Exams, exams, exams! It's over now, and I'm on holidays. Yay!

This chapter was so much fun to write! It's a little longer than my usual ones, I think you guys deserve it. I'm sure there will be some major WTFing by the end though.

Recap- Valencia shot Reid, by accident. It's just a flesh wound though. She's given our team an ultimatum; come up with results in an hour or someone will die. Dun dun dun. Dean Porter (Valencia's father) claims that he had an affair with one Alex Newman, the guy charged with molesting his daughter. But somethings up. Alex says it's not true. Alex has something to say and he is planning on telling Maggie and Hotch the 'the real story'.

Oh, and if anyone wants to knock that 49 reviews into 50 I wouldn't complain. There may even be a free cookie in it for you.

Start talking Alex." Said Hotch.

Alex took a breath.

"Anya Porter."

"The mother." Said Maggie. "Died in a car crash."

Alex paused and looked hesitantly and Odette and Hotchner. "Not quite."

"What's that supposed to mean?" asked Hotch.

Alex sighed, unsure of where to start.

"The night she died... It was... I was..." He searched for the words. "I came into Dean's house like I usually did. It was no big deal for me to walk through the front door without knocking. I practically lived there. But it was different this time. There was so much noise. Valencia was only an infant then, so it wasn't her. But that's kind of what it sounded like. A child screaming. I walked into the living room and I saw... Anya holding a knife. She was yelling at Dean hysterically, I couldn't even makeout what she was saying. 'Anya!' I yelled at her. 'Put the knife down! What's going on?' And Dean... Well he was just standing there, you know? Just doing nothing! And she looked like she was about to pounce... about to stab him! So I launched at her, I tried to grab the knife. She cut me... accidently. I still have the scar."

Alex rolled up his shirt sleeve to reveal a scar on his arm.

"So we fought for it, and Dean was still standing there, just watching. And I couldn't figure out why he wan't helping because I was yelling 'Dean! Dean! Help me!' And then I finally got my hands around the base of it, but she was holding on so strong. I yanked it out of her grip and I... I pushed her. I didn't mean to, I swear! I just needed to get the knife!"

His voice calmed now, as he looked them both in the eyes. He spoke quietly.

"But she fell. At that was that. She fell and hit her head on this stupid wooden cabinet. Then she was on the floor."

15 years ago

"Oh my god!" Alex dropped to the floor as Anya lay there. Blood pooled around her head.

"Dean!" Alex yelled in frustration. Why wasn't he doing anything?

Alex checked her pulse. It was gone. She wasn't breathing either.

"I've got to call an ambulance." Alex said, who was white as a sheet. He got up and made for the phone.

"Wait!" yelled Dean, who was now right in front of him, his hand a firm hold on Alex's bloody wrist.

"She cut you. You need to be bandaged up." Said Dean, strangely calm.

"What are? Are you serious? She needs an ambulance!" Alex yelled.

"Look at her, Alex." Alex didn't look. "I said look!" Dean half yelled, taking a hand to Alex's head and twisting it in the direction of Anya.

"She's dead, Alex."

"No no no..." Alex said quietly, closing his eyes.

"Listen to me Alex. Listen." Said Dean, now gripping his shoulders and slightly shaking him.

"I don't blame you, alright. Not at all." Dean stared into Alex's eyes. "You had no choice. None. She would have killed me. She wasn't well and she was drunk as usual. She probably would have killed Valencia too. She tried to stab you." He said, gesturing to the bloodied arm.

"That's... That's not how it happened..."

"Sure it is, Alex. Though some may not see it that way."

"I don't understand.." said Alex.

Dean laughed.

"You think I didn't know? Come on, man. When she told me she was pregnant, she tried to feed me this story about how we got drunk one night. Truth is, I hadn't slept with her in about half a year."

Alex paled some more, if that was possible.

"Hey Alex, It's alright. I don't blame you." Dean said with a wide smile. "She's attractive, she's funny.. I'm only suprised it didn't happen sooner."

"Dean, I-"

"Shh." Dean said, raising a finger to Alex's lips. "She was a lot of things. A drunk, a whore...but she was a good mother, through all her faults. And Valencia, well she's great. Really takes after you."

Alex didn't bother saying anything this time.

"Some people, and not me, but some people might say that you killed her to keep your little secret hidden. Maybe you were scared of what I would do. Maybe you didn't want to pay child support. Maybe you didn't want to sully your reputation, or be a father... hell, maybe you raped her and didn't want the truth to come out. You see where I'm going with this Alex?"

Alex didn't do anything this time. He just stared at Dean robotically, devoid of all emotion.

"Let's be honest, Alex. It's not a stretch." Dean squinted and shrugged. "You did kill her."

He continued.

"You tried to stab her. Your fingerprints are all over that knife. And Anya, the fighter she was, got you back one last time in self defense." Dean grabbed Alex's arm to prove a point.

"And me, well I saw the whole thing. I would never betray you Alex. I would never spread these vicious lies. But if someone were to ask me, I couldn't lie, could I? I would be obligated to relay the truth of what I saw, and the truth is that my beautiful, lovely young wife is dead because murdered her. And now that little bundle of joy down the hall is without a mother. Wouldn't want to get yourself in trouble and leave her an orphan, would you?"

Alex continued to stare, unsure what was going on around him. Dean shrugged again.

"Then again... What use is she? Valencia isn't mine. If something were to happen-"

"You son of a bitch!" Alex yelled.

"Shh." Said Dean again, pushing Alex down onto a nearby couch. "You're worked up. You're letting your emotions control you."

Dean stared sympathetically at Alex.

"My dear, dear friend." Said Dean, rubbing off some blood on Alex's face with his thumb. "Let's fix this, okay?"

"Valencia is your daughter?" Maggie asked in awe.

Alex looked down in confirmation.

"So you wouldn't mind giving us a blood sample to prove it?" Said Maggie.

"Not at all." Said Alex.

"Hold on." Said Hotch. "This doesn't explain what happened to Valencia. Or how the world come to think Anya Porter died in a car crash. Or how the photos got on your computer, or-"

"I haven't finished the story yet, agent."

"I'm trusting you. Go and bring your car as far up to the house as you can."

When Alex got back, Dean was wiping up the blood from the floor and putting the bloody rag into a plastic bag. Anya's body was wrapped up in an old carpet.

"Oh god..." said Alex, looking as if he was about to vomit. Dean just looked up and looked back down to his dead wife.

"Help me load her into the car." Dean took a look outside but no one was around. It was dark as anything outside.

With a few steps she was in the boot. Dean slammed it shut and chuckled with a sigh of relief.

"Who knew this could be so much work!"

"What's wrong with you?" Alex asked incrediously.

"Me?" Dean asked. "Nothing. I'm saving your butt here man. You should be grateful." With a pat on the arm Dean walked back inside, leaving Alex standing there, contemplating what was going on for a few minutes.

He came out with a backpack, but more troubling, Valencia on his arm.

"What are you doing?" Alex asked frantically.

"Relax. I can't just leave her here by herself. What kind of person do you think I am?"

Alex just stared.

"You take your car. I'll take Anya's."

"Where are we going?"

Dean looked up for a second.

"Do you remember when Anya and I first got engaged?"

Alex hesistated. "Sure.."

"Do you remember where you threw that party for us?"

"Dean, where are you going with this?"

"Your fathers holiday house. Plenty of room. Nobody around for miles."

"Dean, this is too much."

Dean lowered his voice as not to be overheard. He looked at Valencia to make sure she was sleeping, even though if she had been awake she wouldn't have understood anything.

"More than killing someone? More than going to prison? More than impregnating your best friends wife? You've got some screwed up priorities there Alex."

Alex stayed silent.

"You ready?" Asked Dean. Alex still didn't say anything. "Good."

"Hang on a minute." Hotch said. "Just before the gunshot. When Dean was yelling at you."

They recalled that moment.

"You said you loved me."

A whisper.

"You said you loved me!"

A shout.

Everyone around stopped what they were doing and looked up, some flat out staring and others pretending not too. Alex only had a look of pure shock on his face.

"Dean, what are-"

"Do you remember that time at your fathers get away house? You looked me right in the eyes and said I knew you better than anyone! You said you'd do anything for me! And then I found out... She was just a little girl Alex! My little girl!" Dean yelled with fury

"Son of a bitch." Said Maggie. "He was warning you to keep your mouth shut. And we all fell for it."

Hotch looked at Maggie.

"What happened next?" Asked Hotch.

When they arrived at their destination, Dean took Valencia inside. It made Alex uneasy. When he returned, he asked where the shovels were.

They walked about a half a mile into a wooded area. It was getting too dense to move. Dean, the stronger of the two, carried Anya's limp body on his back while Alex carried the shovels. They dug a hole, it was a somber affair.

"Aren't you concerned people are going to ask where she is?" Questioned Alex.

"You've seen how much she drinks. So has everybody else in the godamned state. Besides, I have a plan."

"We're going to need you to write down the address." Said hotch, sliding over a pen and a piece of paper.

"No problem." Said Alex.

Maggie and Hotch looked at each other. If he had been lying he wouldn't have handed over the informatio. It would be proven or disproven easily. As soon as they were out of this room they would send someone up to find the body.

"So what was the plan Newman?" Hotch asked.

Once that was done, the three of them drove far away from the burial spot until they were on a bridge 30 or so minutes from the Porter's house. It was isolated, nobody used it much after the new highway had been built. Alex saw Dean pull over ahead of him so he did the same. It made him extremely nervous.

"What are we doing here?" Asked Alex when they were both out of there cars.

"Show some respect Alex. This is where my poor, drunken wife veered off the road and plunged to her watery death." Dean said dramatically.

Alex stared while Dean opened the back door of his car and pulled out Valencia.

"What are you doing with her?"

"Despite what you may think, Alex, I'm not a monster. I don't like this anymore than you. I'm just making the best of a bad situation."

He walked up to Alex and shoved Valencia at him.

"Here. Take your daughter at put her in your car."

Alex complied and did just that.

"Now come help me!" Dean shouted.

Alex walked over in time to see Dean pulling out an empty vodka bottle and sticking it securely between the seats. He pulled out a blood soaked rag and wiped it all over the seat.

"I'm probably being over cautious... The water will most likely wash this away."

Alex walked over to the side, looking over. The water roared violently. It has rained hard that month.

"You ready?" Dean asked, prompting Alex to turn around.

"Ready?"

Dean rolled his eyes and walked behind the car, pushing at the back of it.

"Come on!" Dean yelled.

Alex walked around and helped him. He stopped suddenly.

"Dean?"

"Yes?"

"If you were just going to push the car in the water... Why the hell did we bury her in the woods?"

"She had a head wound. The would have found it and suspected something."

"No. They would have assumed she'd gotten it in the crash. More so than a car without a body."

"Have you seen the water? They'll just assume she got washed out. This car will be nothing by the time someone finds it."

"That's not what I asked. You had us bury her there as an insurance policy, didn't you? So that if worst came to worst they would find her body on my family's property."

"So I could pretend what, Alex? That you killed her? I don't have to fake that, because that's exactly what happened."

Alex paused.

"What is it?"

"What is what?" Dean asked.

"What do you have to hide that's worse than covering up a murder? Because I sure as hell know you're not doing this for me or Valencia."

Dean smiled. "You wanna be caught doing this or what?"

And they pushed. They pushed until the empty, old white car dove into thrashing blue current.

"Come on. Someone might have heard." Dean said.

A cry came from Alex's car. Valencia had woken up. The pair walked back.

Alex moved to the back door to see to the girl. Dean gripped his arm. The next single word scared him more than anything else that night.

"No." He gripped his arm tighter and looked directly into his eyes. "No. Just because you screwed my wife does not mean you have any claim to her. If you ever try to take her away, they will all know what you did."

Alex tried to move away but Dean only gripped his arm tighter.

"Besides, I'd rather see her dead than with you. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

"Yes." Alex said meekly.

"Good. You drive."

It was two more days before Dean called in a missing persons report. Five more before the police came around and knocked on his door. He burst into tears, telling the policeman it couldn't be true. They said that they didn't have a body, but that was expected given the water levels and damage inflicted on the car. They had reason to believe that she was drinking. No reason to investigate. It was a dangerous bridge. She was a drunk. Eight more days to the funeral. Dean wept the whole way through while holding his almost daughter.

Hotch stared at him for a while. So did Maggie. Alex just looked down the whole time.

"That still doesn't explain the photos on your computer or what happened to Valencia."

"I don't know." Said Alex.

"You don't know? But it was such a good story Newman." Said Maggie.

"Look." Said Alex "I honestly don't know. I mean I can guess, I'm not an idiot." Maggie scoffed but Alex ignored her. "The photos came out of nowhere, I would never do that to my...to my own..."

"Daughter?" Hotch offered.

"All I know is that I didn't take them. All I know is that they appeared while Dean was under suspicion of molestation."

"Wait a second." Said Maggie, seating herself in a nearby chair. "You're telling me that you suspected Dean was killing children and you did nothing to stop it?"

"Woah" Alex raised his hands. "Don't get me wrong. Valencia is... Smart. And funny. Such a kind soul. But she was sick. I remember the first time I noticed. At first I thought it was an imaginary friend, but it was so frequent. I had an imaginary friend when I was young. I used to play car races with him. He didn't tell me to kill myself. He didn't describe the ways in which someone should be cut into little pieces or... touched."

"So why did you stick around and stay in business with Dean after you knew what he was capable of?" Asked Maggie.

"He wanted to protect his daughter." Hotch answered.

Maggie looked from Hotch to Alex.

"He's right." Alex confirmed. "If I had said anything about him... I'm sure he would have hurt her. I didn't realize what he was doing... I thought it was just her illness. A delusion. When they found the photos on my computer I realized it might have not been. Before I could do anything she was being taken away and put into an institution. You have to believe me... I would have told the truth if he was going to be alone with her. I would have died before I let that happen. But she was in hospital, and as much as it killed me, it was where she belonged."

Maggie and Hotch looked at each other before standing up. Hotch looked down at his watch. 35 minutes to save Reid.

"Get yourself a lawyer Newman. You're gonna need it."

Valencia stared at Reid from across the empty room. He sweating and his red stained hand was clamped over his arm.

"It's not just a flesh wound, is it?"

Reid shivered, looking down.

"No."