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If the remains aren't related to the
same killer, where's he been for 10 years?

Killing. Unsolved case
files going back 30 years.

The same M.O. Right rib bone is missing.

I'm Frank.

I thought I'd seen the very worst of
what humanity had to offer until you.

A killing machine- incapable
of remorse, compassion, love.

Early toxicological investigations of the
victims' blood indicated high levels of ketamine.

Ketamine is primarily
a horse tranquilizer.

Jane, run.

In street lingo it's known as
being stuck in the "k" hole.

Whatever it is he came for
is coming here to this diner.

Jane.

He has the children, Jane.

Give me Jane, and they'll
have their children back.

With Jane in my life, I will
never harm another human being.

The most prolific serial killer ever.

- What do you want, honey?
- Oh, something flowery.

Flowery. Ok, well, help me out here.

Purple?

- Purple - Uh, maybe-maybe
not purple. Uh-

- Come on, man.
- More of a mix of something. Um...

You're killing me
here. Make up your mind.

- Just back off, pal.
- What did I do?

I wasn't talking to you. I guess roses.

- Are you on a date? - No, uh, hold
on- hold on the roses, will you?

- And you didn't tell me?
- Tell you what? I'm not on a date.

- I'm just buying flowers.
- For who?

Old college friend.
Hotch, tell me something.

- Do roses say the wrong thing?
- What do you want to say?

Welcome, hi, good to see
you, sorry I'm so damn late.

Uh, roses say more than that.

Face it, buddy. You want
some action, it's the roses.

She's right.

Do you have a yellow flower- they're
like, um- they're little yellow flowers.

They look like Dandelions or
like weeds, but they're not weeds.

They have a little black spot in the middle. But they
don't have a black spot, they're sort of round and puffy.

Button mums.

Do you have those? Can I
see what those look like?

- It's a date.
- I'm not on a date... exactly.

Well, how about some white stuff
and... you know, make it look... happy.

- Baby's Breath.
- Ok, great. Sorry!

I don't know what else,
whatever looks good.

So what do you need?

I got a request from safe guard for
personnel files on certain agents.

So it's an annual evaluation. Who cares?

It's 6 months early, Jason.

It's not a routine evaluation.

I think it's an assessment of the B.A.U

They're redistributing funds, they're
making cuts in all departments.

So what are they going to take,
the jet? I prefer trains anyway.

Well,I think we may lose more than that.

It's been a hard year for us, Jason.

You know. What happened
to Morgan in Chicago.

We both know about Reid's issues.
Elle Greenaway's suspect killed.

- It all adds up.
- To what?

The only file they
didn't request was mine.

$30? What, are you kidding me?

- You should have seen the price of the roses.
- Oh, lord.

Thanks. Hey, Hotch, you're
the best unit chief I know.

Jason, I'm the only unit chief you know.

Look, you need a break. Go
home, kiss your family, and...

Impossible.

What?

I thought I... I
thought-never mind.

We both need a break.

- Jason?
- Yeah?

Button Mums are something
you give your mother.

Yeah.

- Good night.
- Good night.

Have fun.

Sarah, sorry I'm so late. I
got caught up at the office.

What is your fascination
with birds, Jason?

Who is this?

Paintings of birds, etchings
of birds, books about birds.

Frank, please. Please don't hurt her.

Birders can be extremely
single-minded in their pursuits.

Almost... obsessional.

She's innocent. She's somebody
I knew a long time ago.

Are you obsessional, Jason?

Do you lie awake at night
and think about the...

- bird that got away?
- Please, Frank.

Please don't involve her.

Have you seen my Jane lately, Jason?

I know she came here, to Washington...

to find you.

- Frank...
- I want her back.

I choose my friends for their good looks
my acquaintances for their good characters

my enemies for their good
intellects. Oscar wilde.

I've never seen you like this.

You have not seen what I've seen.

You chose the B.A.U.

True. I enjoy my work.

Even when in the pursuit
to understand why...

A person feels the compelling need to

brutally torture, murder

and dismember a child, mother or father,

an entire family.

The unsubs, devoid of any morality,
humanity, remorse when caught,

often come to believe that we're
the only ones who understand them.

And they're right. We do.

Otherwise... how could we catch them?

Tell me what happened friday...

after agent Gideon called you.

About 7:15 I got a page
requesting the B.A.U

At 181 Arthur Street.
Agent Gideon's apartment.

Hotch.

- Where's Gideon?
- I called his cell. It's right there.

- It seems he left in a hurry.
- P.D. Thinks he did this?

They have 6 witnesses who saw him running down
the street, covered in blood, wielding a gun.

Ok, he was probably chasing the
son of a bitch who did do this.

Either way, we're under strict orders not
to get in the way of the investigation.

Gideon's a suspect,
we're his colleagues.

Conflict of interest. There's
no way they'll ask for our help.

Which he needs badly right now.

- Well, who spoke to him last?
- I did, about 2 hours ago.

What did he say?

He said he was late for a date.

- Do we even know who she is?
- An old school friend.

We're conflicted out
of the investigation.

We're just here to answer questions the M.P.D might
have, so we need to assess what we can while we can.

Evisceration of the torso,
removal of various organs.

The guy's clearly a
sexually sadistic psychopath.

He's well-versed with a
scalpel. He's done this before.

We need to at least get photos.

J.J., Your cell phone- get as many as you
can as quickly as you can. Get them to Garcia.

Oh, J.J... it's friday night.

The cute guy from counterterrorism...

3 cocktails in, I am looking at
second base, so this better be good.

It's far from good.

- Where are you?
- Gideon's apartment.

No sign of forced entry. Why?

Everything is as it was.

Nothing has been disturbed.

Wine poured but not drank.

The victim simply let the assailant in.

And why wouldn't she? She was
waiting for Gideon. It's his home.

Forensics won't find any
defensive wounds. Why?

Because she didn't defend
herself. She couldn't.

He came here looking for
Gideon and he found her.

Now, he knew he didn't
have a lot of time, but...

here she is, and here he
stands- a sexual sadist.

A psychopath with the need to kill
just as natural as his need to breathe.

He moved swiftly, every stroke of his
blade exact, from lower torso to throat.

She was awake the entire time,
until mercifully she passed away.

The toxicology report will find
high levels of ketamine in her blood.

He opened her up, removed her
lower-right rib bone, which is missing.

Prentiss, left hand.

That looks like part of the rib bone.

- It was a gift.
- It's human rib bones.

Frank's back.

If this is who we think it is, he took
the rib bones as gifts to give to Jane.

And yet this one he
gave back to Sarah. Why?

It's not for Sarah,it's
for us. It's a message.

What is that?

We need to tell the
police what we found.

- Wait.
- For what?

If we know anything about Frank, he wouldn't
have left a trace of his DNA in here.

There are a number of ways this scene could be
interpreted, and all of them could indicate Gideon.

As long as Frank's out there, we can't
afford to stop and explain any of it.

Last time he did all of this for Jane.

Well, things seem to
have changed dramatically.

Maybe she's dead. They had a
lovers' quarrel and he killed her?

If he came here looking for
Gideon, maybe he found him.

Let's go find out where Gideon went.

Hello?

Hello? Who is this?

- I nearly had him.
- Where are you?

I saw him walking off down the
street. He was just- just walking.

He dropped something in
the trash out in the street.

I couldn't get a clean shot.
The streets were too crowded.

- Was Jane with him?
- No.

But I saw her when I was talking to you.

I saw her in the street
seconds before he called me.

- He called you?
- He came after me. He came to my home.

Then he's out of his comfort zone,in a big
city with feds who know what he looks like.

It's my fault. It's me he wanted.

And if I hadn't been
late... she'd still be alive.

He butchered her, Hotch.

- Jason...
- I'm coming in.

No. Do that and this investigation
moves inside an interrogation room.

And by the time the cops catch up, we're
going to be looking at more dead bodies.

- Right.
- He's going to change who he goes after. He has to.

- I know.
- We know who Frank is.

We don't know the why.

You help us find out the
why and we'll catch him.

For that I'm going to need my files.

I'll have Garcia bring them to you.

You find some place
quiet where you can work.

And, Jason...

we'll get him.

Frank had to have come out
the same way down this street.

If they saw Gideon, they saw Frank.

Well, we know Frank will do whatever
it takes to blend in and not stand out.

Well, to avoid attracting attention, he would
have simply walked calmly out of that crime scene.

The evisceration of Sarah, though, means
he would have been soaked in her blood.

No, he had access to Gideon's closet.

He cleans up, gets a
change of clothes, he's out.

Yet he left no trace of
evidence at the crime scene.

- Gideon said he dumped it en route.
- You spoke with Gideon?

- Where is he, Hotch?
- He's safe.

Well, that's all the proof we need, right?
We can turn him over to the M.P.D now.

By the time this comes back
from the lab, Frank's long gone.

If the cops find out we're hiding
evidence and a material witness from them-

We're not hiding evidence. We'll give
this to forensics, let them search for DNA.

We'll look for Frank.

- Agent Morgan?
- What the hell?

They say beauty can
cover a multitude of sins.

- What?
- But underneath it all...

we all look exactly the same.

That's Frank. He said
that to me in the diner.

Give me Jane or I'll kill them all.

- Frank thinks we have Jane?
- We need to find her fast.

Can I have my 10 bucks now?

Nervous whistles, stop it.
Stop it, Everything is...

Everything cool, Garcia.

Gorgeous tech kitten found in lonely...

dark parking lot.

Throat slashed, ear to ear.

Horrific. Tragic.

With the very files of one of the
most prolific serial killers ever.

Tonight he remains at large,
the blood of Quantico's finest-

Oh, god! Oh, my god!

- Drive.
- Right. Drive, yes, drive. Drive where?

- Just drive.
- Just drive, just drive.

Gideon saw Jane just before Frank called
him. If we find Jane, we'll find Frank.

Last time we found
Frank, he outsmarted us.

He took a busload of children
hostage. He gave us no options.

He's not going to give us any now.

Frank's message- he said, I'll
kill them all. Who's he referring to?

- J.J.? - Hey, uh, Gideon had a
book, a black leather-bound book.

Garcia discovered something. It looks
like the first page has been ripped out.

You can only really see what's left on the side of
the page, but it's definitely Gideon's handwriting.

- Looks like some kind of a list.
- It's his murder book.

Murder book?

When he opens it to the first page, it
reminds him why he does what he does.

It's a list of all the people he's ever
saved. Names, dates, personal details.

And now Frank has the list.

Frank said,"I'll kill them all.
"That's who he's going after.

Yeah,at least the ones he can
get to, the ones that are nearby.

J.J., start locating
all the possible targets.

- We need to call them and warn them.
- Got it

- Do we tell Gideon?
- Absolutely not.

We need to find out who Frank is first.

The Smithsinian
Institute WASHINGTON, D.C

I'm sorry for your loss, Jason. Truly.

Thank you very much for doing
this. You're a good friend.

Security knows you're
here. Take care of him.

I grabbed everything I could
find pertaining to the case.

Turdus polyglottus. Mockingbird.

They've provided insights
into the origin of syntax.

Essential first steps into the
evolution of human language.

If we stand any chance of stopping him, we
need to understand the evolution of Frank.

What created him.

- Took these from Gideon's office.
- What about Jane?

I gave photos of Jane and Frank to all media
outlets, and I'm liaising with Washington M.P.D.

J.J., if you locate her, make sure we're the first
to interrogate her. Don't let P.D. get to her.

- Is that wise?
- No, but it is an order.

Whatever you do, bring her here first.
She's the only one who knows who Frank is.

So far we've narrowed it
down to 9 possible targets.

Their contact details are in the
files. Everybody grab a phone.

Let's start calling.

5 sugars.

I have a sweet tooth.

Thank you for coming, but
it really wasn't necessary.

We at the B.A.U like to
follow up on our victims.

She's in the basement downstairs!

Is the house on fire?

- Rebecca!
- Get me out of here.

Hurry!

Let's go, we've got no time.

I try not to think
of myself as a victim.

That's good. Very healthy.

A sound strategy.

Oh, my, this is perfect.

I am glad to get a chance
to personally thank you.

You wrote me this lovely
letter. I keep it at home.

You were t only member of the team I didn't
get a chance to meet face to face, agent Gideon.

Please, call me Jason.

Did you know recent studies into
female rape victims found that

a high proportion of them
later in life are raped again?

No, I wasn't raped.

It's almost as if they
emit a kind of... signal.

- But I wasn't raped.
- But you are on a list.

- A list?
- A list of lives saved.

How were you saved, Rebecca?

What happened to you?

What happened?

Your letter was so... nonspecific.

- But don't you-
- Were you afraid?

I've never felt the feeling of fear.

Apparently I'm... incapable.

Tell me, Rebecca.

What's it feel
like- fear?

I should get that.

Saved by the bell.

- Hello?
- Rebecca Brian?

Hi, this is Jennifer
Jareau with the FBI.

He's not agent Gideon, is he?

Excuse me?

Rebecca, this is agent Hotchner.

If you can, very calmly excuse
yourself and get out of the house.

Can you do that?

Rebecca, just calmly hang up,
walk to your door, and leave.

Ok? Rebecca?

- What's going on?
- Rebecca...

Rebecca?

Rebecca?

Hi, I regret to inform you that Rebecca's
name should be moved to a new list.

Frank,we don't have
her. We do not have Jane.

I will not stop until I have her back.

Frank... Frank!

FBI!

- Clear.
- Clear.

Hotch... nothing could have stopped this.

Guys...

we've got a note from
Frank. 7 A.M. Union Station.

All 8 other targets on that
list are safe and accounted for.

Then we've missed someone or
something. Now that he's set a meeting-

He's going to raise the stakes.
Just like he did last time.

He's going to make it impossible for us
to not trade Jane for whoever he's got.

- Yeah, J.J?
- I think I found Jane.

The beat cops picked up a woman who was ranting
and raving about needing to talk to the B.A.U.

She, uh, assaulted one of the police
officers. She's being processed as we speak.

So what have we missed?

Frank's incapable of
experiencing normal feelings.

- Yeah, but he takes what normal people hold sacred.
- Children.

J.J., I'm going to have Prentiss call
you to find out where to pick up Jane.

We'll all meet back at the B.A.U. I'm
going to wait for the crime scene unit.

I heard you. He's going
after children now.

I also need you to look at relocations,
anything involving children.

Families that have moved into
the D.C. area since the case.

I'm on it.

This is hopeless. We don't
even know Frank's surname.

But we do know the only person
ever to survive abduction by Frank.

Jane. He fell in love with her.

Oh, he was a psychopath. He's incapable
of emotionally bonding with anyone.

Yet he was prepared to
risk everything to have her.

Amongst all those he killed
there has to be one constant

One repetitious act,
a break from pattern.

One he's probably not even aware of.

If they don't come soon,
somebody's going to get hurt!

If you don't shut the
hell up, you'll get hurt.

I would like to leave now!
I don't want to be here.

Hello? Hello? Excuse me!

- Bitch, shut it.
- Please, I don't want to be in here!

Shut the hell up or I'll do it for you.

- Shut up! Shut up!
- Hey, knock it off! Jane.

- Come in here and get this mouthy bitch out of here.
- Back off!

- Agent Prentiss, FBI.
- Fbi?

Do you remember me? From Nevada?

- I asked for agent Gideon.
- We know.

We'll bring you to him.

I told you!

Agent Gideon's right, you know.

Frank, he can't feel love.

He wants to, but he can't.

He's coming for me, you know?

He's already here.

Tracey Belle.

Hotchner.

Hotch, Tracey Belle and her family
relocated to McLean, Virginia, 8 months ago.

It-it's her, Hotch. She's the
only one who's unaccounted for.

Belle Residence McLEAN,VIRGINIA

FBI!

Get the unit crime scene team.

That's my house.

- Mr. Belle?
- You have to let us in.

- My daughter's in there.
- You can't go in right now.

Where's Tracey? Where is she?

What's important to know right
now is Tracey is alive, ok?

- Your daughter's alive- - Sir-sir!
She's not in there. She's not in there.

I promise you we will find
her, and she's going to be fine.

- No, no, no...
- It's ok.

No, no, no. No...

Did I do the right thing by coming here?

Yes, you did the right thing.

Please, sit down.

Is that my bag?

- Tell us something good, Reid.
- We have Jane.

- That's good news.
- Not entirely.

Frank hasn't hurt anyone, has he?

He wouldn't do that.

Not while he has me.

He doesn't have you. We do.

- He came after agent Gideon.
- Why did you leave Frank?

What... changed?

He did. Frank changed.

He changed just like agent Gideon said.

And he was so angry with agent Gideon because
he knows Frank better than anyone else.

And Frank knows that, too.

Frank wants agent Gideon
to stop him, doesn't he?

Well, if anyone can, agent Gideon can.

- Not without you, Jane.
- What do you mean?

Considering the 3 factors of determined
behavior- bio, psycho, social...

- Sir- -
First, biology.

Genetics gave him the predisposition.
Add to that the second factor, psychology.

- Clearly a psychopath.
- Ok.

That's the filter through which
he experiences his environment.

Finally, socialization-
life experiences.

Like all of us, he's a
complicated manifestation of all 3.

So you put that all together and...

think of Frank as a
living murder weapon.

His genetics load the gun, his psychology
aims it, the environment pulls the trigger.

That's why his victims are
so important. We study them.

- They reflect back on him.
- Ok. He killed mostly women.

Since he used a trailer, their occupations,
locations, and ages are all over the place.

Plot out the ages.

Um, he killed 43 in their 50s, 51 in their
40s, 64 in their 30s, and 12 in their 20s.

- 12?
- Is that odd?

Precedent tells us the number of
victims should rise as the age falls.

So it's a break from pattern. Why?

He wasn't attracted to them.

No, that doesn't make any sense because
he doesn't feel attraction or love.

No, no, no, no. You're onto something.

That's great, I don't know what.

- Who was the only victim he didn't kill?
- Jane.

She was 22 when Frank
first abducted her.

And through the years
he kept on coming back.

Kept visiting her, bringing her
gifts, making sure she was ok.

Mother protects her children.

In Frank's case, it was vice versa.

He didn't kill Jane because
he sees her as his mother.

Tell me about Frank. Where's he from?

- Manhattan.
- Manhattan? You sure?

Yes, I'm sure!

He talked about it all the time.

He told me where he lived and
how he grew up, everything.

He wanted me to know everything.

Did he ever say where in Manhattan?

He lived with his
mother. She was german.

Breitkopf. Mary Breitkopf.

And Frank never knew his father.

So he uses his mother's name?

And she would take him every sunday

to the fair on Long Island.

He talked about her constantly.

And they would have dinner parties,
and-and Frank would dress up,

and he would be the barman, and
he would serve all the guests...

cocktails.

Jane, when you were with Frank,
did he ever hurt anyone else?

Being on the run can be
very romantic, you know.

Did Frank try to kill anyone else?

- Is it wrong?
- Is what wrong?

Loving Frank?

Uh, you don't choose who
you fall in love with.

Maybe you thought you could change
him. And you did, too, for a time.

Yes.

Until the desire to kill overwhelmed
him. And you saw that, didn't you, Jane?

- You saw it in him.
- Yes.

Who did he try to kill?

Me.

But he stopped himself.
We had an argument...

and I screamed at him, and
I said that Gideon was right

and he became so angry.

And I had to run here.

But as long as he's trying to
find me, he won't kill again.

He has already.

And he's not going to stop
until he gets you back.

- Oh- -
I'm sorry.

Got it. Thanks, Hotch.

Mother's name is Mary
Breitkopf from Manhattan.

Wait.

The diner.

Adam and Eve on a raft, sink 'em, and a
strawberry shake for the gentleman at table 8.

Ah, finally, you walk into my life.
What took you so long, handsome?

Honey?

- Mind if I sit here?
- Please.

He was obsessed with facts.

Recent record lows have sent desert floor
temperatures plummeting into single digits.

He said something about Manhattan.

1,5 million people inhabit Manhattan.

Did you know that?

- I read about a woman whose body was found
- In her apartment, upper east side.

That was the only thing he said
that genuinely seemed to move him.

- He was talking about his mother.
- Mary Breitkopf.

He said his parents named him Frank.

- I'm Frank. Germanic, third century...
- third century.

Derived from the name
of a type of spear.

- I wonder what aspirations...
- my parents had for me.

German mother, probably immigrated
to this country in the fifties.

If he likens Jane to his mother...

then she must have been in her late
teens when she arrived in Manhattan.

I've got 3 Mary Breitkopfs living in upper
east side during the fifties and sixties.

- Jane said she was a lawyer.
- No lawyers here.

A 52-year-old Mary Louise
Breitkopf. She died of cancer, 1973.

Tailor's assistant.
Mary Breitkopf, nurse.

Killed in a traffic
accident. Mary Breitkopf...

What?

This Mary Breitkopf
was arrested... 63 times.

- What for?
- Solicitation. She was a hooker.

- Is she deceased?
- Uh, no. No death certificate.

Uh, she's alive and living in Manhattan.

Search for a story involving a woman found
dead in her apartment- dead for over a year.

- Upper east side, Manhattan.
- Zip. Nothing.

So it never happened.

Frank's been hiding her
existence from everyone.

Why?

Yeah?

Garcia, get me Jason. I have
someone who wants to talk to him.

It's for you.

- Yeah?
- Jason?

- Who's this?
- It's Tracey Belle.

Go ahead, Tracey. It's ok.

Please, mr. Gideon... you saved me once.

- Don't you remember?
- Of course I remember you.

How could I ever forget you?

Tracey, everything's
going to be all right.

Please, I'm scared.
I just want my mommy.

Please. Please!

- Jason.
- You son of a bitch.

I swear to you I will find
you and I will stop you.

Jason.

I chose e station because I
know how much you love trains.

I saw the toys in your apartment.

I- I can't trace that call. It wasn't long enough,
and even if it was, I-I can't triangulate it

um, what do you want me to do? Talk
to me, please. Tell me what I can-

Call Hotch. Read that to
him. He'll know what to do.

- What are you going to do?
- End this.

Anybody got eyes on the target?

Nothing.

Did Gideon say where he was going?

He'll be here.

- In what capacity?
- What's that supposed to mean?

As an agent or an executioner?

12 o'clock. Platform 11.
Target. Target east side.

I have eyes on the target,
and I have a clear shot. Over.

We're about to find out.

Hold your fire. I repeat, hold your fire.
There are civilians on the platform.

Let's go! Go! Back, all of you
back off! We need you out of here!

2087 E. 78th St, UPPER EAST SIDE,
MANHATTAN It's right this way.

Whoa, hey.

No matter what happens this
time, we don't split up, clear?

Crystal clear.

Frank.

Agent Hotchner, we haven't had
the pleasure of a formal meeting.

Where's Tracey Belle?

Do you have something for me?

No, I don't.

Then you'll never see her again.

Go ahead and bring her in.

- Jane.
- Where's Tracey, Frank?

- Wait here.
- Yes, ma'am.

Did you think I wouldn't
come looking for you?

You killed 2 innocent women.

Without you, I am lost.

Tracey, Frank.

Not until we're safely away.

Stop it, Frank. I'm not coming.

It's you and
me- forever.

I can't go with you.

I will never be taken by these...
people.

And without you, I
will not stop, not ever.

Sarah was a doctor.

- She was a mother of 3 boys.
- Hello, Jason.

She worked and ran a treatment center
for patients with terminal cancer.

Do you know the birder's
term "twitching," Jason?

She dedicated her life to
easing the pain of others.

The pursuit of a previously
located rare bird.

You took the lives of hundreds.

All because your mother was a whore?

Mary Louise Breitkopf, single
mother, german immigrant

lived on the upper
east side of Manhattan.

She gave birth to her only son, Frank
Breitkopf, a bright but ultimately strange boy.

A boy that only a mother could love.

His needs were such that even the 3 jobs she
worked didn't provide for this special child.

A child she would not
let out near the world

and When she turned to the
worlds oldest profession

and the boy witnessed every
single terrible visitation.

You're not a rare bird, Frank.

Nothing special about you.

You're common, pedestrian... boring.

Jane. This world, we don't fit in it.

No one understands what we are.

Jane, he sees you as his mother.

Nothing more, nothing less.

Have you ever been happier
than when you've been with me?

Never.

- Didn't we have fun?
- Jane!

- So much!
- Come with me now.

It doesn't have to end here.

Jane!

- I love you.
- I love you, too.

Jane, Jane! Jane!

Hang on a second. I'm walking to him.

Just one second. Here he is.

It's for you.

- Hello?
- Agent Gideon?

- Tracey.
- I just wanted to call and thank you.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Once again the team had
battled a monster and won.

The future of the B.A.U.
is not in the balance here.

The residual impact as a result of
the investigations into the crimes

and criminals you pursue is.

Every cause has its effect.

You think I don't know that?

I believe you are no longer
effective in your post.

The modern furniture, the strategically
placed magazines, the framed diplomas

the art on the wall, are all in
conflict with your family photos.

You have 3 children, but you
favor the middle one, your son.

- What do you think you're doing?
- Of course you love all your children

- but not like your son.
- That's enough.

The bonsai you obsessively nurture is to
compensate for feelings of failure as a mother.

Agent Hotchner, I said that is enough.

My position is not in question here.

As your superior, I am questioning
your ability to lead your team.

My team? Let me tell you about my team.

Agent Morgan fought to protect his identity
from the very people who could save him- why?

Because trust has to be earned, and
there are very few people he truly trusts.

Reid's intellect is a shield which
protects him from his emotions

and at the moment his
shield is under repair.

Prentiss overcompensates because she
doesn't yet feel she's a part of the team.

She needn't worry.

Every day, agent Jareau fields
dozens of requests for our team.

And every night she goes home
hoping she's made the right choices.

Garcia fills her office with figurines and color to
remind herself to smile as the horrofills her screens.

And agent Gideon, in many ways, is damned
by his profound knowledge of others.

Which is why he shares so little of himself,
yet he pours his heart into every case we handle.

I stand by my actions,
and I stand by my team.

And if you think that you can find a
better person for the job, good luck.

Agent Hotchner.

How do I know you favor your son?

I'm good at my job.

I put you in the B.A.U. I
knew how badly you wanted it.

Everyone did.

You were never exactly
shy about letting us know.

But there were those who didn't think
assigning you to the B.A.U was a good idea.

They thought you were too reckless.

I believed in you, however.

It's time to pay back the faith I had.

Your team is in trouble.

They've lost sight of the big picture.

I believe they are reckless
and at times out of control.

It's time for agent Hotchner's
career to come to an end.

And if you want to stay in
the B.A.U. agent Prentiss

you're going to help
me make that happen.