As we walked through the station I scanned the room, feeling the pit of my stomach grow once I remembered the reality of why I was here. I looked over at Morgan with nervous eyes and reached for his hand, tightening my grip on his calloused fingers. Almost immediately he glanced at my face, frowning at my sudden change in emotion. With a sigh, he ran his thumb along the base of my hand, pulling me towards the back side of the bullpen where the rest of the team had set up camp.

The second we stepped into the room all eyes were on us. I swallowed nervously and placed my free hand on my stomach, giving the team a quick scan before moving my vision to the board behind them. Like usual it was riddled with victim information and pictures, some of which I was already familiar with. I bit my lip at the sight and wandered over, releasing my grip on Morgan's hand before crossing my arms over my chest and continuing forward.

Once in front, I narrowed my eyes and focused on the details, noticing Reid's chicken scratch littered throughout the board. I brought my hand up to touch it, my frown slowly fading. It sounded stupid, but somehow it was comforting to know his barely legible handwriting was still there, like a piece of him was still with us. At that moment I felt a familiar wetness build in my eyes, causing me to close them and let out a shaky breath.

"Isla?"

"Hm?" I wiped my face and turned around, watching as JJ made her way towards me. Without a word she pulled me in for a hug, pressing her cheek against mine. At an attempt to calm down I hugged her back, knowing how beneficial the physical reassurance could be. "How are you doing?" I asked, even though I knew for a fact she was probably doing as good as me.

When she pulled away she shrugged her shoulders, giving me a blank stare. I ran my palm along the length of her arm and gave her an apologetic look, hoping that she could find some comfort in our shared state of dejection.

Hotch cleared his throat, signalling our attention. Before he spoke he glanced at the two of us, frowning deeply before turning his eyes to the rest of the group. "I just got word from Detective Iris that we have a potential lead."

"What kind of lead?" Alex asked, raising her brow.

"Local PD found a man wandering around the strip. We're not sure about authenticity, but he claims to know where Reid is."

I looked around the room confused. While the news itself was positive it still didn't sit right. The team hadn't had a single lead and now all of a sudden a man just falls right into their lap with the information they needed? It seemed wrong; trap-like almost. "Where is he?" I asked.

"Interrogation room," Hotch responded. He turned to Rossi, giving him a knowing glance. "Dave, I want you in there. See if you can get what we need. Meanwhile, Blake, I want you, Morgan, and Prentiss to head back to the dump site. I'm well aware we've searched it, but maybe with this man's help we can find something we might've missed." He paused to glance at JJ and I, letting out a small sigh. "I want you two to go over Mooney's journals. He's cryptic so maybe there's something we're missing."

JJ and I both gave him a nod, watching as the rest of the team filed out of the room. Once alone we gave each other a pair of tired looks before moving to sit down. As I sat, I clutched my stomach, noticing a discomfort rise at the base. I narrowed my eyes and lowered myself down, feeling the discomfort turn into a rush of flutters that erupted near my side.

"You okay?"

I blinked and looked down, moving my hand to the spot. Curiously, I pulled up my shirt and pressed my palm against the skin. As I did, JJ pulled her chair closer, somehow holding back a smile as she brought her hands to her face.

"They're kicking aren't they?" She asked.

I looked up and shrugged my shoulders. At this point, despite how far along I was I hadn't really felt a whole lot of movement, which at times sort of worried me. Now though, it felt like they wouldn't sit still. "I... I think so." I let out a nervous laugh and looked back down, watching as JJ's hand instinctively reached out to touch me.

"Wow they're really going," she laughed.

I scrunched up my face and adjusted myself in my seat. As beautiful as a moment I knew this should be somehow without Reid it just felt wrong. I closed my eyes and tossed my shirt back down, catching JJ's hands as she pulled them away. Almost immediately she moved her hand to my shoulder, giving it a tight squeeze. At that moment I wanted to cry again. I reopened my eyes and wiped them angrily, knowing that right now I needed to focus instead of dwelling on emotions. JJ seemed to realize that, because without saying a word both of us reached for our tablets and settled in.

We sat in silence for probably about two hours before I finally gave in. I tossed the tablet in front of me and moved my hands to my eyes, which were starting to hurt. I rubbed them frustratingly and let out a groan, causing JJ to let out a soft laugh. "Spencer would've been finished the shit by now," I mumbled.

"He probably would've, yeah."

I dropped my hands and slid down my seat, resting my palms against my stomach. "I wonder if Rossi's having any luck."

"Want to find out?"

I nodded. I figured at this point our brains deserved a break, so I moved to stand up. JJ quickly did the same and reached for my arm, giving it a light tug in hopes of helping me upward. I shot her a thankful look before both of us wandered out of the room. Closely, I followed behind her, scanning the length of the hallway we walked.

When we made it to Hotch's side, he glanced our way, offering us a nod before turning his attention back to the glass in front of him, narrowing his eyes.

"Anything?" JJ asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Maybe," Hotch responded, "he says they're in an underground compound in Whitney."

"That seems fake," I responded, rolling my eyes.

Hotch gave me a stern look. "We don't know that."

"Hotch, it's fake. Mooney wouldn't just let one of his followers out onto the street to give us the exact information we needed if it wasn't." I motioned to the man across from Rossi. Like Kane, he was fairly young looking with blonde hair and big eyes. Across the bridge his nose he had a cluster of freckles along with a gash that ran across the length of his left cheek.

"I know you're hurting Isla, but right now we need to look at all of our options," he responded calmly.

"Yeah, but what if he is lying?" I asked desperately. "What if he was sent to throw us off our game so that Mooney can escape again? I can't let that happen Hotch! I can't let Mooney take him! He isn't his to take!" By now I was full on sobbing, which only made my sudden bought of anger even worse. I clenched my hands at my sides and brushed past him, watching from the corner of my eye as he raised his brow. Despite wanting to look back I forced myself not to and reached for the door. As I did, Hotch realized what was happening and tried to stop me.

He grabbed my wrist and pulled it backward, signalling a fight inside of me I wasn't sure was possible. I gripped his hand with my other and clawed at his knuckles, desperately pushing them away as I groaned for him to leave me alone. At that point, JJ joined in, circling around my backside to wrap her arms around me and pull me into a bear hug. Without even thinking I started pulling away, feeling the two of them close in on me. I let out a set of heavy breaths, feeling my chest begin to cave in on itself as I closed my eyes and felt their hands move across my skin. Something about the way it felt was all too familiar and within seconds I started screaming for them to stop. 

Suddenly, Rossi's voice rang out to greet my ears, his loving tone pulling me back. I stopped in my tracks and JJ and Hotch retracted their hands. Despite their grip on me gone I still felt like I was being push down on, my chest growing heavier by the second. I placed a hand over my heart and gasped for air, feeling the walls around me begin to close in as I searched their faces for help. I didn't like this feeling and even though I knew what it was it still didn't make it any less terrifying.

"You're okay, it's okay. Breathe with me, okay?" Rossi stood in front of me, using his exaggerated breaths to calm me down. Carefully, I followed his instructions, breathing heavily as I watched his hands sway up and down. As I stared, I focused on his fingers and narrowed my eyes, watching the fluidity of their movements.

After a couple of moments, despite still feeling on edge, the panicked state I was once in faded, leaving me light headed. I blinked and glanced at the three of them, frowning once the events of what I'd done came flooding back. "Fuck, I'm so sorry I d-I didn't mean to. I just..."

Rossi rested a hand on my shoulder. "It's okay, kid. We get it. It's hard."

I nodded and crossed my arms, suddenly feeling weirdly vulnerable. I hated feeling weak in front of others, which given the situation was bound to continue happening. Reid was my rock and without him I felt lost.

"Do you want me to stay with you?" Rossi asked.

"No, it's okay. I'll be okay." I flashed him a fake smile, which thankfully he didn't question.

He turned to Hotch and raised his brow.

"Let's head out," Hotch responded.

Without another word the team wandered off, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I hugged myself and stood there awkwardly, glancing through the window of the interrogation room. Inside, the guy in question sat uncomfortably, his eyes darting around the room while he played with his fingers out in front of him. At that moment I wondered what kind of person he was. By the looks of him he seemed somehow honest, which I knew could be deceiving. Deep down though, I wanted to believe it was true. If it was, it meant that we had hope, which right now, was something I desperately needed.

As I let my thoughts roam, I found myself moving towards the door. Reluctantly, I grabbed the handle and swallowed hard, feeling my muscles scream for me to stop. For a moment they did and I pulled away to glance down at my hand, but not long after my mind pushed me further; moving me into the room. I gave the guy a small smile and closed the door behind me, feeling his gaze wander down my frame. When I turned around he widened his eyes, moving forward in his seat. As he stared, I furrowed my brow, feeling weirdly uncomfortable as I strode across the room and sat across from him. "Hi there," I spoke quietly, offering him a nod.

"Hi," he responded shakily.

"I'm Isla."

"I know."

My confusion only grew at his words, causing me to lean back in my seat. I scanned his face, which was visibly distressed. "How do you know?"

"Spencer told me."

The sound of his name caused my breathing to hitch.

"He told me a lot of things," he added.

"Like what?"

He averted his gaze, moving it towards the doorway before returning to me. "He uh, he told me to tell you he loves you and that he's sorry." He shuffled in his seat, moving his gaze to the door again. As he did, I raised my brow, watching his movements, which were scattered and overthought.

"What else did he say?"

"That he hopes you'll forgive him."

"Why would he say that?" I implored, crossing my arms over my chest. Based on the behaviours he was exhibiting it was obvious he was lying. The lack of eye contact and repetitive structure of his words were a clear indication.

"I-I don't know, he just, that's... that's what he said." He shrugged his shoulders and looked away again.

I leaned forward in my seat, offering him an angry look. "What's your name, kid?"

"Vince," he responded quietly.

"Vince," I repeated coldly, shaking my head. "It's not good to lie, Vince."

"Wh -no, what? I'm not lying."

I rolled my eyes and scoffed, watching as he swallowed hard and looked around the room again. "You can't even look me in the eye for more than five seconds," I pointed out, raising my index finger to his face.

"I get nervous around girls," he mumbled, furrowing his brow.

I let out laugh, slamming my hand on the table. As I did, he jumped from his seat, letting out a gasp as he frantically searched the expression on my face. "Cut the shit, Vince. I know for a fact Mooney didn't let you go willingly, so what's the deal? Did he offer you something to come down here and lie? Did he tell you you'd go to heaven or some other religious bullshit if you told my teammates the fake whereabouts of my fiancé so they could escape and hang him from a fucking tree?" By now my voice was loud and mocking. I stood from my seat and slammed my hand on the table again, earning a flinch in response. "I'm gonna be honest with you Vince, because even though you lied to me I still think you're a decent guy." I paused to lean over the table, moving my face as close to his as possible at an attempt to intimidate him. "I'm nineteen weeks pregnant with twins and currently have the rage of a mother bear. So, you better tell me the truth right now before I take my hands and wrap them around your little throat and start squeezing." I flashed him a smile and raised my hand, giving my fingers a quick wiggle as I watched his eyes widen.

"You're a cop you wouldn't do that," he retorted, his eyes darting between my face and my hand, which slowly moved closer.

"Well, Vince, I'm not a cop, so," I shrugged my shoulders and moved my hand closer, watching as he jumped from his seat and moved to the edge of the room. With a laugh I straightened my stance. "Wow, you're right, you really are nervous around girls."

He narrowed his eyes. "Fuck you."

"Fuck me?" I placed my hand on my chest and pouted.

"Fuck you for what you did to him. He didn't deserve to die." I gave him a questionable stare, but stood my ground. I moved around the table to stand in front of him, lacing my arms across my chest as I watched him back himself into the wall and glare. At this point I was very confused, which I guess Vince picked up on, because not long after arriving in front of him he started laughing. "You have no idea what you did, do you?"

"No, I don't," I stated calmly, "so enlighten me, would you?"

"You killed Liam," he spat, "he wasn't supposed to die, but you killed him and didn't even think twice about it!"

I took a step back. Now that the facts were out in the open, Vince dropped the act, flashing me a devilish grin. He shook his head and watched me frown, laughing once my brain began to pick up the pieces. All of this was happening because of me. Because of what he did to me and how it ended.

"He left me and you killed him!"

"I didn't kill him," I spat, even though it didn't matter. In his eyes I was the reason Liam was dead, which meant he wasn't going to stop until I got what I deserved.

"Yeah, well, regardless, because of what happened your stupid baby daddy is going to die." The second the words fell from his lips I lunged forward and grabbed his neck. Angrily, I tightened my grip, pressing him into the wall. Underneath, he struggled under my grasp, clawing at whatever he could until I eventually I realized what I was doing and let him go. With a shove, I stepped backwards, watching his smile only grow as he brought his palm to his neck and gave it a rub. "You must be fun in the sack." He ran his tongue along the length of his bottom lip, causing me to scrunch up my face is disgust and move to the door.

I reached for the handle and pulled out my phone, scanning my contact list before eventually falling on Hotch's name. As I pressed it, Vince laughed again, signalling me too look back as I moved my phone against my ear. "Tick, tock, Isla. Time's a wasting." I bit my lip and threw open the door, shaking my head as I waited for Hotch to answer. When he did, I let out a frantic breath and closed the door behind me. "Vince is lying. Wherever it is you guys are going is either a trap or a dead end." I moved towards the glass and stared inside, watching Vince move back to the chair and sit down. He ran his hands through his hair, fixing it slowly before he looked over to the window and blew a kiss.

"Isla, we talked about this."

"I know, but after you guys left I went in to talk to him and he told me it's my fault that Spencer got taken." I took a moment to bite my thumbnail, hearing Hotch let out a heavy sigh.

"What else did he say?"

"He said the reason this is happening is because of Kane. I don't know details, but I'm gonna call Garcia and try to find some connections." As I spoke I walked towards the bullpen, scanning the area for the nearest officer. Once, I found one I tapped them on the shoulder and covered the mouthpiece of the phone. "Hey, can you cuff the guy in interrogation for me?"

He gave me a nod and walked away.

After that I returned to my phone call, making my way to the office where our information board was. I moved in front of it and looked around, resting my hand on my hip as I listened to Hotch say something to the rest of the team. "You're sure about this?"

"Definitely," I responded without hesitation.

"Alright. You go ahead and contact Garcia, while we wait things out. Call me if you find anything."

"You too." I hung up and called Garcia, putting her on speaker before setting the phone down and taking a seat. As it rang I grabbed the tablet I was using before and pulled up the photo of Kane, scanning the various faces in the photo.

"Hello my beautiful mama, how are you holding up?"

"Well, given the fact that I just choked one of our unsubs; pretty damn good," I responded sarcastically. I ran my hand through my hair with a sigh, gripping a chunk of my roots in frustration as I stared down at Kane's face.

"While I definitely have questions about that statement I'll be sure to save them for another time. What can I do you for?"

"Can you see if Kane -wait, I mean Liam, sorry," I lost my train of thought as I stared down at the picture, noticing a younger looking Vince near the centre of the group. "Can you see if Liam had any connections to a boy named Vince? I'm looking at that picture we found in your office and he's in the centre next to the tall boy with dark hair."

Garcia typed away, humming quietly as she worked. While she did, I brought up Mooney's journal again, scrolling to where I'd last left off. In silence, I continued reading, trying my best to absorb the information. "I mean, other than the whole cult thing I got pretty much nothing," she replied.

"What about with Mooney? Did either of us them have some sort of special connection with him?" I leaned back in my seat, narrowing my eyes at the wall. Maybe Vince and Liam were just really close? Given their past it'd make sense for them to develop some sort of connection, especially if they both shared in innate love of murder.

"Again, nothing."

I let out a frustrated sigh and threw back my head. "Okay, so, maybe he's just pissed off I got his friend killed."

"Wait, what?"

"Vince is the reason Spencer's missing. He was friends with Liam and when he found out he died he blamed me. That's the reason this is happening." Saying it out loud only made me angrier.

"Oh Isla-"

"Stop, please. I don't need your pity right now." The second the words came out of my mouth I felt like an asshole. "Sorry, I just," I swallowed hard, "I need to find him. He can't die. I won't forgive myself if he dies because of me." I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

"It's okay, you're okay," Garcia cooed, "now c'mon mama, give me searches. My little fingers are itching to get you the information you need."

For the first time in a while I genuinely smiled, nodding my head as I racked my brain for questions. Questions that would hopefully lead to Reid's whereabouts.