A/N- Oh man, it's been a while. I'm sorry this next chapter was so hard to write because I knew the outcome I wanted, I just wasn't sure how to get there. So it's a little weak, sorry. But I figured I should just get it over with instead of waiting another few months. I actually wrote the rest of the fic before writing this chapter. So that's the good news, I'm done :) It should be getting to you soon. I have to edit it first. I'll see what I can do tonight and tomorrow. The last chapter is kind of long so probably won't be up until I get back from holidays. Just a week though. Oh yeah, three chappies left.

I'll do you a little recap again because when I read a fic that hasn't been updated in a while I'm always going huh?

- Alex and Dean are having arguing about the love affair they had, an 'accident' where they ran into each other (orchestrated by our favourite profilers of course). Then, a gun goes off. Turns out Valencia accidently shot Reid. But he is okay. The team is under the impression it was just a flesh wound. It's not. They spoke to Alex and he spilled the beans. He is Valencia's real father and was never in a relationship with Dean. He was however in one with his wife ;) but then, he sorta accidently killed her. Anya (Dean's wife) threatened him with a knife for reasons unknown and Alex, without knowing the 'real Dean' tried to save him, which resulted in Anya's death. Dean then come up with a plan to bury her and push her car off a bridge in order to cover up her death. Dean threatened Valencia so Alex never said anything about anything to the police. Whew, that's a lot.

Ya ready?

Once out of the investigation room, An angry Maggie and frustrated Hotch filled the team in on what had just happened.

"He's her father? Wow. This changes everything." Said Emily.

"I'll call the officers that handled Anya's case." JJ decided.

"I'll send some of my officers up to where this SOB said the body was buried. See if we can find anything." Frank declared.

"I'll get Garcia to send over any and all information we have on Anya Porter." Morgan said.

"Good." Said Hotch. "We've only got," Hotch looked at his watch "30 minutes before the deadline Valencia set."

Everyone shifted uncomfortably.

"How're we gonna play this?" asked Maggie.

When they entered the room Dean was sitting in, they found him with his hands in his head, silent tears running down his face.

"I'm so sorry about all this Dean." Maggie said warmly, sitting down on a chair next to him "Don't worry, no one was seriously injured. It was just a misfire."

"Valencia's okay?" Dean asked eagerly.

"As okay as can be."

Dean nodded.

"And the screw up with Newman... Not our finest hour." Maggie looked at Hotch who gave a look in confirmation. "We're so sorry you had to go through that."

Dean once again nodded, but with more tears this time.

"I just loved him, you know? And I'm so worried... About Valencia..." he managed to say in a strained voice.

"Of course. We understand." Maggie put a hand on his thigh and shook in a reassuring kind of way.

"Under the circumstances, it must have been hard to find out about Newman and Valencia."

"Haven't we already been through this? I was in love with the man and he molested my daughter. It wasn't exactly a walk in the park detective." Dean said in a shakey and mildly irritated voice.

"Oh, I'm sorry. You misunderstood me." she paused for dramatic effect. "I was talking about Alex being Valencia's real father."

Dean stopped breathing for a second. He looked to Maggie and then to Hotch, but their faces gave nothing away.

"He said that?" Dean asked quietly.

"He sure did Dean."

Dean paused for another second.

"He's right. But I raised her. Just because he knocked up my wife doesn't mean anything! It hurt so much... I... I..." more tears came.

"You must have hated her, your wife."

"What? No... I mean, I was sad, yes, but things between me and my wife... They weren't real. Not like Alex and I."

"Still." Said Maggie. "Must have been a relief when Alex killed her."

"Why are you saying these things?" Dean asked tearfully. "My daughter is out there and-"

"Cut the crap Porter. We know the truth. We know what you did." Said Hotch.

"What I did?" asked Dean.

"I'd like to advise you to invest in a Lawyer, Dean." Maggie chimed in.

"I don't need a lawyer! I didn't do anything wrong!" Said Dean.

"I love it when they say that, don't you?" Asked Hotch.

"What is this... Good cop bad cop?" Dean asked.

Maggie laughed. "Honey, if you think I'm good cop, you ain't seen nothin' yet."

"I'm the victim here!" Dean yelled.

"Alex told us everything, Dean." Hotch began. "He told us how he saved you from his wife, how he came up with the idea of driving her car off the bridge, how he got you to bury her at his father's lodge..."

"Wait-" Dean innterupted.

Maggie only laughed once again. "What kind of man can't defend himself against his wife?"

"Can you even call it a man?" Hotch asked.

"We're wasting our time." Said Maggie. "There is no way some boy like Dean Porter could ever pull off something like this."

Hotch got closer to Dean and addressed him as if Maggie wasn't in the room. He spoke quietly.

"I'm a profiler, Dean. I know you didn't do this. Men like you... aren't nearly dominant or strong enough to pull off something like this. Your wifes murder only went under the radar so long because of Newman's intelligence. He forced you into it, didn't he?"

"Did he... Did he force you to have a relationship with him? Force you to do things?" Maggie asked in a kind school teacher voice.

Dean laughed whole heartedly, but it was a show. He was angry.

"Alex? Intelligent? If you really think that maybe you need to get out of the profiling bussiness. Alex couldn't force a fish to swim. He's an idiot and if it weren't for me..."

"If it weren't for you what?" asked Hotch.

Dean sighed.

"You don't get it do you?" Asked Dean. "You think you're investigating. You think you're here to save the day. You're not. This has always been my game. You're both just players in it."

Maggie leaned back in her chair, relaxing.

"Tell me about Meredith."

"What about her?" Dean asked, annoyed that his speech was being cut short.

"Was it her idea to pretend you were gay? Did she come up with the idea of planting the photos on Newman's computer?"

Dean laughed, once again.

"You're not serious, are you? Meredith? Are we talking about the same one? She couldn't take a leak without asking for permission."

"Where'd all that charm go, Dean?" Maggie asked.

"I tend to loose my cool when I'm arguing with morons!" Dean yelled furiously.

"No need to yell Dean." Said Maggie condescendingly. "You'll get yourself all worked up. How about you calm down and I'll ask someone to whip you up a nice Chamomile tea."

Dean stood up, his chair making a noise as it's legs were harshly pushed against the floor. Maggie stood to meet him. He had a fierce look in his eyes.

"I have a theory about female police officers. They get into the business to have some fake sense of authority over men. Does it scare you that any of the men you boss around could force you against the wall and take you any way they wanted?"

Hotch walked over and pushed him down back to his seat.

"Sit down." he said in a threateningly stern voice, his hand a firm grip on Dean's shoulder.

Maggie, unaffected, leaned close to Dean.

"And I have a theory about men like you. They hurt children because they are the only people that can exert dominance over. In every day life, you're weak and pathetic. To them you're the big bad wolf. Must be tiring pretending you're a tough guy."

"You listen to me you little bitch," he said, pointing his finger in her face "I'm a lot smarter than anyone in this room. You think you can break me? You just try."

Hotch spoke up.

"She's right. It must have hit you hard when Valencia spoke up. You thought you could do anything you wanted to her and she'd lie back and take it. Here you are years later and she's still standing up to you. You couldn't defend yourself against your wife, and you can't defend yourself against your daughter."

Dean laughed.

"Saint Anya couldn't do anything. The whore was sleeping with my friend and thought she was some bastion of moral authority. And Valencia? Please. Nobody is going to believe the word of some schizophrenic teenager. And why would they? She's clearly not of a right mind."

"So why was 'Saint Anya' threatening you anyway, Dean? Did she discover what you were doing to your own daughter? Did she try to unburden the world by kicking you out of it?" Maggie asked.

Dean looked up and smirked.

"If that were true, she'd be a real underachiever"

"That's why you agreed to cover up her death. So people wouldn't start asking why Anya, Saint and Bastion of Moral Authority, would threaten her husband with a knife."

"It's cute when you try and be clever, detective. Like a child trying on her mothers high heels." Replied Dean

Hotch leaned in close to him.

"Face it, Dean. You're not as smart as you think you are. We've got this all figured out and now you're scared."

Dean smiled through his teeth, trying to stay calm.

"You think you've got this all figured out?" He said quietly.

"You think you have this all figured out?" he yelled it now, his face a hot red. He violently swept his arm across the table in anger, causing two cheap ceramic coffee cups to fly against the wall and break into a hundred pieces.

He stood up so that his chair hit the back of the wall. Maggie saw some officers coming through the glass door but she waved them off.

"You're all idiots! You think Alex is smart and that Meredith is some kind of criminal genius? You're as pathetic as they are!"

Dean started breathing heavily trying to control his anger, but it wasn't working.

"You think I'm some fag who was controlled by Alex? Alex is nothing! If it weren't for me he'd be in jail for murder. I cleaned that mess up for him. He'd do anything I say. In college, I threw this party. Some 18 year old with Daddy problems couldn't hold her liquor and ended up choking on her own vomit. I blamed Alex and it almost got him kicked out. He just took it! Didn't say anything. That's just the kind of man he is. Weak. Pathetic! Look at him now. Still taking my punishment because he's too afraid to say anything. You think that guy is intelligent? Really?"

The room went silent. Dean had yelled so fast Maggie and Hotch had to process what he said. But it was clear enough.

"What did you just say?" Asked Hotch, breaking the silence.

"What?" Dean ask.

"You said he took your punishment. Are you admitting to molesting your daughter?"

Silence.

"I..."

"You..." Maggie prompted impatiently.

the game was lost. Dean porter looked down in silence, taking a break from the situation. Reconciling with the new chapter about to unfold. He looked up with confidence.

"Like any of you cared. You were more than willing to see the poor little crazy girl locked away. More than willing. So don't act all high and mighty. You're just as much to blame."

"You son of a bitch..." Maggie begun, the sentence lingering. "You killed them all, didn't you."

Dean laughed a sickening laugh that ended in a smug smile.

"Prove it."

Maggie looked as if she was about to walk over a punch him square in the jaw. Hotch stepped in, taking a fist of his shirt, pulling him up and pushing him into the wall. He got out his cuffs.

"Don't worry. I intend too."

Suddenly the door burst open. Morgan stood in the doorway.

"Hotch, she's come out of the building. Reid is with her and she has a gun to his head."