Looking up from the file his technical analyst had faxed him not three moments prior, Hotch frowed, watching his agent walking in with a man in cuffs. "What is this?"

Emily huffed as she let Jane take the younger man they had cuffed to an interrogation room. "We went to Amber Wooly's apartment and heard gunshots, so we barged in." Taking the coffee that Reid was handing her, the brunette shook her head. "Amber was not home, and the sounds were coming from a video game her brother was playing."

Hotch slowly nodded his head, standing from his seat. "And that's the brother with Rizzoli?"

Emily took a long sip from her coffee before nodding. "He refused to tell us where Amber was so we took him in for questioning," she sighed. Her eyes quickly shot over to her genius friend, pointing to the coffee in her hand. "Where did you get this?"

The younger man looked over to his friend. "There's a cafe right down stairs."

"Really? This is good."

"I know," he nodded. "I got the same with extra sugar."

Hotch refrained from reprimanding his two agents as he walked towards the interrogation room. "Emily, come please."

Emily quickly set down her coffee before falling in step with her unit chief, her arms crossing over her breasts once she stopped outside the room.

"I want you to watch and find any movement or inkling that Rizzoli and I might miss in there."

"Yes sir," she nodded gently, watching through the two way mirror as her boss sat down beside the woman she found insanely attractive. The chocolate eyed woman let out a sigh, forcing her eyes to move from the back of the Italian's head and to the man they had taken into custody for questioning. She needed to concentrate.

Hotch hardened his eyes on the man before him, watching as he tried to move his hands that had been cuffed under the table. "Mr. Wooly please settle down."

The twenty year old rolled his eyes. "It's Ethan. Can I go now?"

"Ethan, Agent Prentiss and I wanted to know where your sister was, and you refused to tell us." Jane clasped her hands on the steel table. "That is why you're here."

Ethan rolled his eyes. "So the fuck what?"

Jane's teeth grit. "So you'll be staying here until you can tell us where she is."

"We know you know where she is."

Jane nodded. "Agent Hotchner's right, Ethan. You didn't say you didn't know, all you said was that you wouldn't say."

Hotch watched as his jaw clenched, the younger man's left brow twitching. Nervous.

The younger of the two men in the room scoffed, leaning back in his chair. "I don't have to tell you anything."

"No," Hotch agreed. "You don't. But seeing as how we know that you know something, we can keep you detained here until you feel like cooperating."

Ethan sent a glare to the man that sat across from him. "Why do you want my sister, anyway?"

Jane sat up a little straighter, and through the mirror Emily found herself smirking. That was something she would do. "Ethan, we need to speak with your sister and by not talking, you're interfering with a federal investigation."

The blue eyed man shook his head, a smirk forming on his face. "This about those dead guys in front of the schools and court house and stuff?"

Emily raised her chin, her eyes narrowing on the man behind the mirror. His eyes were darkening, his pupils widening. Was he smug? She bit her lip as she watched him lean forward. Did she see amusement hiding behind his eyes?

She watched as he began to microscopicly squirm and twitch as they continued to talk, his brow beginning to sweat.

Then it hit her.

Ethan Wooly. Drug addict.

Emily quickly knocked on the door to get her boss' attention before taking out her phone and dialing a familiar number. "Garcia, it's Emily. I need you to look up the Wooly family history? Any drug addicts?"

There was a small pause before the blond on the other end nodded her head. "Amber's dad Joseph was addicted to cocaine and died of an overdose, and her brother Ethan has been to rehab two times."

Hotch cracked his neck as he stepped out of the interrogation room. "Drug addict," he nodded. "I know, I saw the twitching. And his fingernails are completely chewed off."

Emily held her hand up to silence her boss who now stood before her. "What about Christina Foxx?"

"Went to the same rehab facility as Ethan Wooly four years ago."

The chocolate eyed woman hastily hung up on her friend before looking to the older man who kept his gaze on her. "I think they're working as a team."

Hotch stiffened, his stoic features never changing. "Two killers."

Emily sighed. "Two killers equals twice the smarts. We need to find them."