Emily walks into the interview room. Pace just leers at her. She ignores him. She takes her time sitting down and arranging her folders in front of her. He starts to get agitated at the inattention.

"Don't you have something to say to me?" he finally asks.

Emily barely spares him a glance. "Just a second. Still getting situated here. We have a lot to discuss and I don't want to miss anything. Besides, what's your hurry? You're not going anywhere for the next 25 to Life, right?"

Pace grinds his teeth, trying to figure out how to get his foe to react. Emily finally finishes and uses a remote to start the camera that will record the proceedings.

"Can you please state your full name for the camera," she orders.

He turns to the camera and smiles. "Cameron Spencer Pace."

Outside, watching through the two-way mirror, Reid grimaces. "I think I need to change my name."

JJ smiles and pats his arm. "Don't, Spence. It suits you. He won't be remembered for that name anyway."

Reid just nods as Morgan also claps him on the back in support.

"And you have been read your rights and have refused to have a lawyer present, is that correct?"

"Yes."

"Excellent. I do want to inform you that since you do have a lawyer on record from an assault charge 4 years ago we contacted him on your behalf. He opted not to be party to these proceedings as he has no desire to represent you ever again. So, if you had hoped to get this confession thrown out on a technicality regarding representation we can end this now."

Pace colours. It tells Emily he is smart enough to know his rights and know that he could have appealed everything based on his lawyer of record not being notified.

"Score one for my Baby Girl!" Morgan says proudly.

"Definitely looks like he had counted on this all being tossed," Rossi admits. "He may be a little smarter than we anticipated. Still wouldn't bet his brains against Emily's."

"Me neither," Hotch agrees proudly. He is once again reminded just how good his team is on many levels.

Emily folds her hands on the folders and looks Pace in the eyes, holding the gaze until he blinks. "So, Mr. Pace, would you like to start in Salem or Portland? And before you say anything about Seattle, we can't go there until those detectives arrive." She shrugs as his face reddens. "Sorry."

"What…what happened in Seattle?"

"Oh, those would be your initial rapes; the ones before you escalated. Remember that word you tossed out before? Well, once we're done here today we'll see your escalation to the scum you are now. So, again, Portland or Salem?"

Pace stares daggers at Emily. He takes a few deep breaths, obviously trying to regain control of his emotions so he can take control of the conversation. Finally he speaks.

"Portland."

Emily nods. "Very well." Emily reaches for that stack. "Let's start with how you came to kill Albert Peroles, Jr."

Pace smiles. "It wasn't as satisfying as I thought it would be but it was fun."

It takes about 2 hours to walk him through the four murders in Portland. He readily fingers Vetch and Stabler as accomplices. If those two hadn't already struck deals they'd have been convicted for sure.

When Portland is finished, Emily reaches for the Salem stacks. Pace gets noticeably more excited. It is obvious even to non-profilers these are the killings he is most proud of. He stares across the table at Emily. He smiles, though it does not reach his eyes, which are as lifeless as a shark's. Emily can tell he is once again sizing her up much like a Great White sizing up a seal swimming on the surface of the ocean. These are the cases he would use to get a rise out of her.

For the next four hours she walks him through years of rape-murders in and around the Salem area. Though not even her wife knows it, she is disgusted by the crimes and even more disgusted by Pace's happiness for having committed them. Thankfully she opens the final folder.

"Tell me how you met- -"

"What is your purpose, Agent Prentiss?" he interrupts, his face suddenly a mask of calm. His smile reminds all watching of a snake preparing to strike.

She raises an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"

"Your purpose…what is it?"

"To put murdering rapists like you away for the rest of your life," she answers as if bored.

Behind the window Hotch stiffens. "I don't like where this is going. His mannerisms changed too much."

"Give her a minute," Rossi encourages. "She knows he's setting her up for something."

Back in the room, Pace's smile fades but his eyes are happier than they have been the entire interview. "My purpose is raping…make that dominating women. I show them they are nothing but chattel; nothing but toys for men; nothing more than a pussy to sink a dick into."

Emily nods calmly. "How nice that you found your calling. Even better: it coincides with mine. And for the next 25 years or more I'll be able to follow my purpose. You, however, will be in jail finding out that rapists like you are nothing but chattel; nothing but a toy for other inmates; nothing but an ass to sink a dick into."

Hotch and Rossi both see it about to happen and race towards the door. They burst in just as Pace leaps up, desperately trying to get to Emily.

She never even flinches.

She knew her team; knew they'd see the man break; knew they'd sit his ass back down so she wouldn't have to. As Rossi and Hotch pin the man to the table, Emily casually gathers the folders together.

"I think that should suffice as a confession." She leans down to make eye contact with Pace. "Have fun in prison, Boy Toy."

She walks out of the room as he continues to shout profanities at her. She smiles at Ortiz, Meadows and Caruthers.

"So, you think you can keep his ass in jail with all that?"

"Damn right we can," Meadows answers. "When are the cops from Seattle getting here?"

JJ sighs sadly. "Unfortunately they aren't. That was a bluff. We're sure Pace is the man they wanted but the statute of limitations is up for those attacks. Hopefully we can at least give his victims peace of mind."

Meadows nods. He turns slowly towards Emily and extends his hand. "You did a damn fine job in there, Agent Prentiss. I apologize for my attitude in Salem and here earlier."

Caruthers looks down shamefully. "I can't help but wonder how many people we might have saved if I'd called you sooner. I have to live with what my pride has done."

Reid pats the man on the back. "You can't beat yourself up. We may not have found all the puzzle pieces for your case. This case was unique in its complexity. For three individuals to come together for different reasons and come up with a murder scheme is nearly unheard of. But you have someone mad at his job, another looking to punish the system, and someone who enjoys killing coming together in an unprecedented way. We'll probably be teaching this case at the academy by next semester."

Caruthers nods. "Thanks for saying that. I promise: next time I have a serial or just a strange one hitting my desk I'll reach out for help. I can't have another Cameron Pace on my conscience."

Their conversations stop as Hotch, Rossi and two Portland cops escort Pace out of the room. He stops walking and smiles at Emily.

"If I ever get out, you'll be my first pussy."

Emily just laughs. "Yeah right, Shorty."

Pace's face goes red with fury. The four LEO's holding him hustle him away before he can levy any other threats at Emily. Emily turns and sees her wife glaring at her.

"Awful quick with the 'Shorty' comment, Agent Prentiss."

"Well, don't tell him but," she looks around as if checking for eavesdroppers before whispering to the gathered agents and detectives, "I kind of like the shorties."

Her friends laugh. The detectives and captain chuckle. Her wife just rolls her eyes.