Not long after Hotch got off the phone, a couple of officers, along with Morgan and JJ arrived. As they walked through the bullpen we looked over at them, watching as a pair of officers near the middle of the group struggled to get ahold of Sam. Unsurprisingly, he was causing a scene; flailing himself about as he repeated something along the lines of you're making a mistake. One of the officers holding him muttered an annoyed response and rolled his eyes, pushing him forward as they ushered him into one the questioning rooms.

I looked over at Reid and swallowed hard, watching his expression fall into something between sadness and frustration. I leaned over and rested my head on his shoulder, letting out a heavy sigh as JJ and Morgan moved to meet the rest of us.

"He's been like that since we picked him up," Morgan shook his head.

"You think he's on something?" I questioned curiously.

Morgan merely shrugged, shoving his hands into the pockets of his pants as he glanced over at Hotch. "What's the plan?"

"Reid, I want you and JJ to go in there and talk him down. He needs to see that we're not a threat to him," Hotch responded.

Both JJ and Reid nodded and quickly left, leaving the rest of us to stand there. With a sigh, I sat on the edge of one of the desks, scanning the two of them as rounded the corner out of sight.

"Morgan, call Garcia. Find everything you can about Sam's past. Maybe we can dig up something useful. Isla, right now I need you on standby in case Reid and JJ need anything. I'm going to meet up with Rossi and Blake and see how things are going with Regan." He slipped his hand into his pocket, pulling out a set of keys as he gave the two of us a nod of confirmation and stalked off.

"I'm surprised he hasn't fired you yet," Morgan joked, bumping his elbow against mine.

I snorted and bumped him back as I slipped off the edge of the desk and made my way to meet the others. On my way, I grabbed a quick cup of coffee, pouring in my usual amount of sugar before giving it a quick stir and continuing on my way.

When I arrived outside the room I was met with a series of loud yells coming from Sam who was still visibly distressed. On the opposite end of the table sat JJ and Reid who gave each other curious glances as Sam slammed his fists against the table. "I didn't fucking do this! I didn't kill anyone!" He narrowed his eyes at the two of them, his face red with anger as he continued to struggle under the grasp of the handcuffs.

I crossed my arms over my chest and took a quick sip, feeling the warm liquid trail down my throat. Almost instantly I let out a sigh of relief, feeling the exhaustion I once had slowly slip to the back of my mind. As I drank, I watched how Sam reacted, taking note of all his possible behavioural changes.

JJ took the lead, asking Sam a series of questions pertaining to the night Leeman was murdered. Like his sister, he admitted to being there, but instead claimed it was her who orchestrated the whole thing. As he spoke, I noted the information he provided. Unlike Tammy, he was clear on the details. According to him, she'd called a couple hours prior to ask him to meet her so she deliver some news, only to find himself at Leeman's doorstep.

"I thought about leaving, but knowing Tammy was in there with that sick fuck," he shook his head, his eyes remaining locked on JJ's, "I couldn't do it. I had to go in there."

"What happened after you went in?" JJ asked.

"Tammy freaked out. She had a knife to Morrison's throat and was yelling all kinds of shit about how he wasn't treating her right and how he promised to leave his wife."

"Did she ever mention that to you?" JJ raised her brow.

Sam nodded. "All the time. I don't know a whole lot about the guy, but it was obvious he was just lying to keep her around. A guy like that wouldn't just leave his wife, because he knocked up some chick." After that he recounted the events that happened next. According to him, Tammy then started yelling at Sam, ranting about how unsupportive he'd been. At that point he started getting uncomfortable and told her he was leaving. Before he could though, she knocked out Leeman and ran at him with the knife. "She told me if I didn't help that she'd kill me." A small sob escaped from Sam's lips as he looked down at his hands. At this point he wasn't struggling anymore, which gave the rest of a sense of relief. A stressed out unsub was never good, especially when they had vital information.

"How did you help her, Sam?" Reid leaned forward, resting his interlocked fingers against the edge of the table.

Sam closed his eyes, letting out a deep breath as he nodded to himself. It was obvious now that he'd just been a victim this whole time. He didn't want to kill anyone; what he wanted was to protect his sister. A sister who was now a potential unsub.

I bit my lip and stepped towards the door, giving it a quick knock before pushing it open and peeking inside. The three of them looked over at me, which made my stomach turn anxiously. I wasn't all that familiar with questioning protocol so part of me wondered if jumping in without warning was a mistake. "Can I, uh, talk to Reid?"

Reid looked over at JJ who nodded her head. After that he stood up, smoothing out the fabric of his tie as he pushed his chair back in and met me outside the door. He closed it behind him and leaned against it, crossing his arms over his chest. "What's up?"

"He didn't do it, did he?" I asked.

He let out a sigh. "It definitely seems like he's telling the truth. His mannerisms check out. He's giving full, well recounted details, he's maintaining proper eye contact."

"He's also calmed down given the situation," I added.

"I know the profile clearly pointed to a male unsub, but if Tammy manipulated her brother into helping, the original profile makes more sense."

"What do you mean?"

"Tammy wanted to punish Leeman for abandoning her," Reid responded. "I'm aware that that the details of this and Regan's case are different, but the motive is still exactly the same. Tammy wanted Leeman to suffer just like Brian Cowie and Robert Alman did."

I nodded my head, taking a quick sip of coffee before looking over at JJ who was listening to Sam talk. "If Sam is being framed for this he probably did something to make Tammy angry," I retorted.

"I'm gonna head back in there and ask him about it. Go find Morgan and talk to him and Garcia about Sam and Regan's letters." As he reached for the door I grabbed his hand, watching as he turned to raise his brow in my direction.

"Thanks for talking to Hotch." I smiled.

He smiled back, pressing a quick kiss on my forehead before retreating back into the room.

I took another sip of coffee and walked out into the hall. After a couple of minutes of wandering around I finally found Morgan tucked away in the corner by the kitchenette. He was pouring himself a cup of much needed energy, his phone tucked carefully between the edge of his face and his shoulder. When he noticed me coming he dropped the coffee pot and peeled the phone away from his cheek before moving it between us and throwing it on speaker. "Hey Garcia, I got Isla here too," he stated.

Garcia huffed loudly, causing both Morgan and I to exchange uncomfortable stares as we sipped our coffee in silence. "Even though I'm still mad about being the last to know about my future god child, for the sake of the case I'll push my emotions aside," she rattled.

I held back a small chuckle and took another sip, watching as Morgan rolled his eyes. "Are you able to see if Tammy had any contact with Regan?"

Garcia fell silent as she typed, her fingers moving speedily across the tops of the keys as she looked through the information on her screen. As she did, Morgan raised his brow.

"We think Sam is potentially innocent," I replied.

"We do?" Morgan looked surprised.

I nodded. "When he told JJ and Reid about the night Leeman was killed he sounded like he was telling the truth."

"What exactly is the truth?" Garcia asked.

"We're not a hundred percent sure, but if we can tie Tammy to Regan somehow it'll help us put two and two together." I let out a heavy sigh. After that I brought the two of them up to speed. Morgan, unlike Garcia and I didn't buy it for a second, which made me frown. As good as Morgan was at his job, sometimes his need to be right got the better of him.

"Morgan, I'm telling you he didn't do it." I argued.

"We don't know that," he countered.

"We also don't know if he did do it," I retorted, "aside from a bunch of potentially bogus letters there's no physical evidence linking him to the crime scene."

"He said he was there!"

"So did Tammy!"

"Hey, hey, hey," Garcia scolded angrily, "while I appreciate the passionate nature the two of you exude I need you to calm down for a sec."

Both Morgan and I rolled our eyes.

"Okay, so I don't have a direct connection linking Tammy and Regan, but I did a little social media search and found they have a mutual friend who just so happens to work as a correctional officer at the prison where Regan's being held."

I gave Morgan a slight I told you so look as I took a sip of coffee. "What's the name?"

"Ian Holt," Garcia replied, "and before you ask, yes he's currently on shift, and yes I've already sent the information to Hotch and the gang." I could hear the smile in her voice.

"Thanks Garcia," I sang.

"You're welcome, mommy dearest." She hung up the phone, leaving Morgan and I to awkwardly stare back at each other.

"You go find Tammy and I'll stick around here?" I offered.

He nodded his head with a sigh, taking a couple more sips before tossing his cup into the sink and brushing past. At that point I wondered if he was actually mad at me. It wasn't often the two of us butted heads, so whenever it did happen I was never really sure how to proceed afterwards. Instead of dwelling on it though, I followed suit, throwing my empty mug into the sink before returning back to JJ and Reid who were now standing outside the glass watching Sam as he struggled to stay awake.

"Find anything out?" I asked, walking to Reid's side.

JJ shrugged her shoulders. "I mean, not really. Him and Tammy were close, but they fought a lot."

"He has no idea what could of triggered her to do something like this," Reid added. He turned to face me, giving me a quick once over before looking back over at Sam who's head was now resting against the table. "What about you guys? Any leads?"

"Maybe. One of the correctional officers at the prison has a connection to both Tammy and Regan so Morgan's on his way to find Tammy, while Hotch and the others deal with the rest."

Not long after filling in the two of them about the conversation with Garcia, JJ left the room to talk to Sam some more. As she did, Reid inched closer to my side, wrapping his arm around the small of my back as he let out a long yawn and leaned his head against mine. The gesture itself was innocent enough, but it sent my stomach into a series of flips, while my heart skipped a beat as I looked up at his tired eyes, which were now closed.

I smiled to myself, mimicking his arm by wrapping it around him and deepening the lean. At this point I was kind of surprised at how much physical contact Hotch had allowed between the two of us. Over the last day and a half we'd definitely hadn't toned it down, which was weird given the fact that less than a year ago we had to fight our bodies from even brushing up against each other.

"Do you want a coffee?" I reached out to brush some loose hair behind his ear.

"Yes please," he mumbled.

I chuckled at his sudden sleepiness, planting a quick kiss to the side of his face before retreating from his grasp and heading back over to the coffee machine. Once there, I prepped his usual cup, making sure to stir it thoroughly before returning.

"Thank-you." He smiled as I handed him his drink. Without a second thought he took a long, much needed sip, giving me a nod of approval once he pulled the edge of the cup away from his lips. "Are you familiar with love languages?"

"Not really."

"I read this book a couple of days ago. It was by a man named Gary Chapman and it outlined the five ways to express and experience love between romantic partners."

"Okay..." I raised my brow curiously.

"It was said that in order to discover another person's love language, one must observe the way they express love to others."

"So, profile them?" I responded amusingly.

He chuckled slightly, nodding his head. "I guess so, yes. Basically, Chapman theorized that people typically tend to naturally give love in the same way they wish to receive it."

I gave him a confused look and pressed my lips together.

"What I'm getting at is, I think I figured out yours. At first I thought it physical touch, because you always seem happiest whenever I hold your hand or kiss your face," he paused to do just that, planting his lips on my forehead, which caused my whole body to rise in temperature. When he pulled away he smirked and rubbed my side, taking a quick moment to sip his coffee. "After a while though, I realized you're more responsive to acts of service."

"Meaning?"

"You're helpful," he responded with a shrug, "whenever I'm in need you're always there to lighten the load, even if it's just to grab me coffee or support me when I need it."

I rolled my eyes, feeling the warmth at the base of my face begin to travel outwards.

Reid laughed and shook his head. "Whenever I come home from work, even after a paperwork day you always rub my head to make me feel better."

I pretended to not look like I was about to cry, even though I felt like I was. While Reid was obviously the type to show affection quite often, he typically didn't show it verbally. Aside from the usual I love you, he barely admitted how much he actually liked me in public, which really didn't bother me. Both of us were private people and it wasn't like I needed people to know how much we loved each other.

"You also always do my laundry and cook whenever I'm at your house, even though I tell you I'm fully capable of doing it myself."

"You and I both know you're physically incapable of cooking yourself a proper meal." I smirked.

He rolled his eyes. "Yeah, okay, fine, but still."

"I just do those things, because I love you." I shrugged.

"I know you do and I don't thank you enough for doing them," he replied, "you're literally growing a human and you're still the one doing all the work for me."

I waved my hand in the air, brushing his words away like they were nothing.

Reid released his grip on me, placing his coffee cup on the edge of the floor before pulling me to face him and grabbing my hands. He glanced down at my fingers, running his thumbs along the base of my hand as he smiled. "I'm really happy you're here."

I bit my lip, tightening my grip on his hands. As I did he looked up at me. "I'm happy I'm here too," I replied.

"I know Hotch said nothing's confirmed, but if it does, I really hope you consider coming back."

"Spencer, I'm way past consideration." I almost laughed. "If Hotch somehow convinces Strauss to let me back I'm hopping on the jet the next case we get, regardless of whether or not I'm needed."

He smiled in response, releasing his grip on my hands in order to pull me into a hug. I wrapped my arms around the base of his torso, pressing the side of my face into his chest as I soaked up his body heat. At that point I finally understood the context of his weird ramble. His act of service to me was getting my job back, which in comparison easily put my acts to shame.

I pulled away from his grasp, letting out a deep breath as I gave him a quick one over and rested my hands against his shoulders. "I swear to god you're like the most perfect person on the planet."

"Perfection doesn't ex-"

"Please stop talking so I can love you," I responded threateningly.

"Sorry," he mumbled, holding back a smile.

I opened my mouth to say something, but quickly stopped when I saw JJ exit the room. In her hand she held her phone tightly, staring down at the screen as she closed the door behind her and looked up. "Tammy's on her way to Leeman's house."

I scrunched up my face in confusion, peeling away from Reid's grasp to check my phone too. When I saw the missed call from Hotch I swallowed hard, glancing up to meet JJ's nervous expression.

"We gotta go," she stated. Hastily, she brushed past, motioning us to follow.