A/n – bit sparse on the reviews L, but I decided to post two chapters tonight anyway whilst my courage holds, determined to finish this one, even though other stories keep intruding. This chapter was hard to write and it's not perfect, but it's time to let it go. Been trying to draw on all of the episodes of CM I've watched, so hopefully my unsub is fairly realistic, I figured him being a bit insane would explain away any iffy bits of writing lol. I also had a kind of Gollum inspired thing going on whilst writing him hence the muttering.

Mick put the phone down on the coffee table and laid back, man, this sofa was comfy, he closed his eyes for just a moment.

He jerked awake, he didn't know how much later.

"Damn, must have dosed off." He muttered.

Thinking back to what must have woken him he realised it was the sound of a vehicle pulling up, maybe he'd been asleep long enough for Sam to arrive, Rawson sat up, glad that his boss hadn't caught him napping. He looked to the door, expecting to see Cooper walking in, wondering if it had locked behind Lee and whether he'd need to get up to open it. Turned out he didn't need to, as the door swung open, but it wasn't Sam the other side.

Out of the frying pan into the fire mate! Mick thought bitterly to himself at the sight of Jenkins entering the room, Mick's own gun held in his hand. Exposed in the middle of the room as he was, there was nowhere for Mick to take cover, even if he'd been able to move at his usual speed. He was a sitting duck once again.

"You!" Todd almost spat at Mick. "I knew I'd find you here."

"How? How did you know mate?"

"Saw the hoof prints, Miss Lee's the only one I know round here uses them boots when her horses loose a shoe. See I'm not so stupid, they say I'm stupid, but I'm not." He varied between talking to Mick and muttering to himself.

Mick quickly thought back over the rough profile they'd put together from what little they knew, trying to gather knowledge that could help him. Due to the timings of the killings, they'd figured he was either unemployed or self- employed. They'd been killed at or near where they were taken from, so the unsub hadn't been inclined or able to take them home. The earliest kills had been very low risk victims and hesitant, lacking in confidence and skill, but there'd been strength and a certain cunning to lure the victims and avoid detection by the police.

So probably low esteem or confidence issues, a lack of education, not book smart, a bit slow possibly, but not stupid. The home life, everything, yeah, all of that fitted here Mick thought as he watched Todd pacing the floor, a few steps one way, then back again, muttering to himself, agitated. But the gun never left Mick for more than a few seconds and Todd stayed far enough away that Rawson knew he couldn't move fast enough before the gun came into play. He glanced at his watch, he hadn't slept for long, but Coop had to be close. Mick hoped he would be close, his only chance was to try and talk Todd out of killing him or at least buy himself enough time for Sam to get there in time to save him.

"Useless, useless they told me, but I showed them, showed them I did." Todd's voice started as a mutter, but gradually raised as he switched to directing his words at Mick "I would have shown him too, but he died too soon, I wasn't ready. He told me I was good for nothing." He was back to talking to himself again.

"Who told you?" Mick asked trying to build a dialogue, although he had a pretty good idea who Jenkins was talking about.

"My pa, he told me. Good for nothing he said, but I showed him, I wanted to show him."

Now the man was anguished, angry, obviously upset at not being able to show his father his accomplishments. The older male targets probably occurred after the Pa's death Mick figured, Jenkins' frustration finding an outlet. But he needed to keep him talking.

"What did you went to show him Todd?"

He looked confused at Mick's use of his name.

"I wanted to show him that I was good at something," he gave a sick grin, sneering. "I was good at killing those people. It was hard at first, but it felt good and no-one knew, no-one caught me and I knew I'd found what I was good at. It was hard to get away from Pa but I did it, I did it." He drifted into talking to himself.

"How did you do that?" Mick asked trying to keep him conversing, hoping to find something he could use to get through to the man, even though he knew with this type of unsub it was unlikely.

"He'd go fishing and hunting with his friends and hide the keys to the truck, but I knew where he kept them. Stupid Todd, useless Todd, but I showed him! I took the truck and did what I was good at. Sometimes I'd have to drive Pa into town to the big hospital, we'd stay overnight, that was so good, so many to choose from." He grinned with pleasure, Mick tried not let the revulsion he felt show on his face. "I stopped them laughing at me."

"Who laughed at you Todd?"

For a moment Mick thought he'd made a mistake, Todd became angry pointing the gun at Mick's chest, for a moment he worried he was going to fire right then, but no, the anger was at what was inside his head, not Mick, at least not right now.

"Girls, they laughed at me."

"At school?"

"They all laugh at me. Pretty girls, I'd ask them out and they'd laugh at me, not so pretty girls now though." He sneered, but his face lit up at the memory of how he'd stopped them laughing at him, even though the one's he'd killed and mutilated hadn't been the ones to laugh, he clearly couldn't tell the difference any more.

Mick felt a rush of relief that he'd been there at Todd's ranch that day and at that time. If he'd gotten there later, it could have been Lee's body they'd found next, her face cut and mutilated. She'd have been an easy target riding onto his ranch alone, even with her rifle, not suspecting the danger she'd have been in.

"I stopped them laughing at me!"

"They can be cruel, women, can't they?" Again Mick tried to connect with him on any level, trying to keep him talking and stop him from spiralling out of control.

"They laughed at you too?"

"Yeah mate, they laughed at me too."

Todd was thoughtful for a moment, muttering to himself again and pacing.

"I didn't get caught, no-one knew my little secret, I wanted to l tell them, but I wasn't ready yet, wasn't ready." He wheeled on Mick, angry again "and then you came, you found me. How did you find me?"

"We didn't, we didn't know for sure it was you, we were just interviewing everyone, you were good Todd, you fooled us."

But his words didn't get through.

"Spoiled everything, useless Todd, 'good for nothing' Todd" Mick could hear him muttering to himself. "They'll laugh at you again Todd, caught by the FBI"

"Yeah Todd, but it took the FBI to catch you mate, you were that good. They brought in the big ol to find you! Look turn yourself in." it was worth a try "I'll tell everyone how skilled you were, how we didn't catch you, how you turned yourself in so we could show everyone what you'd achieved, they won't laugh at you anymore." Well that was the truth anyway, hard to find any humour in what he'd done to those people.

For a moment Mick thought he'd gotten through to him, Todd really seemed to be thinking about what he'd said. But Mick's hope sank as Todd shook his head, too suspicious to accept it.

"No, no, I'm not finished yet, and you spoiled it, why did you have to spoil everything."

The gun raised along with Todd's' voice and Mick knew that this was it, he'd run out of time.