Morgan walked around the forest, trying to get an idea in his mind.

"What's he doing?" Cheryl asked.

"He's role playing."

"How does that work?"

'Well, he's...he's trying to think like the kidnapper. He's trying to get a sense of him through is behavior."

"That doesn't sound very scientific, does it?" Cheryl asked.

"Ok, she was rarely without the boyfriend. Well I know, in order to get to her, I gotta take him out. He was collateral damage. Or was he? Shot was to the face. That's personal. Kill the boyfriend...Get him out of the way so I can get to her." He turned and looked at Cheryl. "Alone."

~~~

"You think her sister's a whack job because she can feel her sister's anxiety?"

"I didn't say whack job." Morgan said. Dr. Reid came in with his hands stuffed in his pockets.

"Actually, there may be a physiological basis for it."

"Yes, we know. Dr. Harper explained that to us." Elle told him.

"Really?"

"Of course. Reversed Asymmetry Monozygotic eggs split late between Nine to twelve days."

"The DNA matches right down to the very last stranded code,"

"And there's sporadic documentation of shared Physiological pain." We said together.

"And you two believe it?"

" No, we're just saying it's possible. I don't know everything, I mean, despite the fact that you think that I do." Dr. Reid told him.

" I never said that. When have I ever said that?"

"Every day since I met you."

"Today at breakfast."

"Yesterday when he beat you at cards." Agent Hotcher threw in. I laughed."Um, we've got one minute."

"Anybody ever heard of sarcasm?" Morgan asked.

"Mhm." They said together. I laughed again.

"It's ok, Morgan. Come on." We all took our places around the table, myself standing next to Cheryl and Elle. The clock struck eight.

"Remember,Keep your voice even and calm." Gideon reminded him. "And agree with everything he says."

"He's late." Mr. Davenport said.

"He wants you on edge. Just remain calm, He'll call." I told him gently. The phone rang.

"Remember to repeat any information he gives you to make sure you understand. You try to keep him talking to reveal something about Trish or about himself." He pressed the button, answering the phone.

"This is Evan Davenport."

"Hello Mr. Davenport."

"Are you the man who has my daughter, Patricia?"

"I have your daughter."

"Can I ask you-" He started.

"You may ask me nothing. This is not an interrogatory. You will listen only to my instructions."

"Ok."

"But I will not give them to you." The man said.

"I don't understand-"

"I do not want to talk to you, Mr. Davenport."

"Excuse me."

"I want to talk to her. I want to talk...to Cheryl." Mr. Davenport hit a button, muting our side of the conversation.

"What's he doing?"

"What most of the offenders we catch try to do. Establish dominance." Morgan said.

"How long can we keep him on hold?" Elle asked.

"We can't put her on."

"Why not? I want to help. I'll talk to him."

"Cheryl doesn't have the authority that Davenport holds. He shouldn't want to talk to her." Morgan said.

"I think she should speak to him."

"Do I need to repeat myself? I want to talk to Cheryl. Put her on the phone. Now."

"No."

"I think she should speak to him." Elle repeated. "He wants to talk to her. The more he speaks the more he reveals."

"She is right Gideon." Morgan reasoned.

"He has my sister!"

"No."

"I'm waiting."

"Elle." She walked over to the table and sat down.

"Ok." They un-muted the call. "This is Cheryl. Hello, this is Cheryl."

"I have Patricia by my side. I know her voice, therefore i know her sister's. Get off the phone. I want Cheryl. I'll give you sixty seconds. If you don't put her on the phone, I will hang up and you will never here from me or Patricia again." They hit the mute button again.

"Prep her." Gideon commanded. "Come on over here please."

"Fifty seconds." I walked over to Dr. Spencer Reid and looked over his shoulder at the computer. We watched as they gave Cheryl instructions. "Forty." "Thirty five seconds." "Twenty Five seconds." I zoned out the conversation and concentrated on the counting of the Unsub, as they call it. She answered the phone and I looked at what Dr. Spencer Reid typed on the computer.

~~~
"The Davenports will wait by the phone. You will get a call with instructions in about fifteen minutes."

"Were you able to trace it?" Gideon asked.

"No, He's probably using a disposable cell phone. They're impossible to trace."

"She said she could see the moon."

"She sounded delirious."

"She was sedated." I said.

"Could have been a light."

"If he's keeping her drugged, it might mean he's not very strong. He might have to keep her weak just so he can dominate her." Morgan said.

"Or he's keeping her quiet."

"Has Davenport told us everything about his staff?" Gideon asked.

"Oh yeah, we have detailed reports, but we should probably revisit background on household staff, aides, and current docket." Hotcner replied.

"Guys, she wasn't blindfolded."

'No."

"If she's seen his face, as soon as he gets that money..."

"He'll kill her." Gideon finished.

~~~
"He said owed." Gideon said. We were looking over the notes that Dr. Reid had taken.

"Five hundred thousand dollars. His demand sounded scripted, like he was reading it to us."

"But the rest of the conversation wasn't. He was most relaxed when he was talking to Cheryl." Morgan realized.

"So it may be that the kidnapper already knows Cheryl?" I asked.

"Maybe. How much time we got?"

"Six minutes." Dr. Reid told us.

"How quickly can you get the money?"

~~~
The phone rang again. They answered.

"Everything will be done by Cheryl. Cheryl will gather the money packets. Only she will touch the money. Cheryl will make the drop. If she is wired, if you use a look-a-like, Patricia dies. Cheryl will get into her car. No one is to be in the car with her, No one is to follow her. No air surveillance, No car surveillance of any kind will be tolerated. I will give directions over a cell phone as Cheryl drives. She must make the drop at exactly three A.M. She will follow each instruction to the letter."

"We can't let her go alone." Hotchner said. I nodded.

"He said if he sees anyone-"

"I know. One car, unmarked, tinted windows."

"If he sees one of you and Trish dies...If my daughter dies..."

~~~

"Cheryl's car has GPS. We'll be able to track her." Reid said into the phone. He started typing into the computer. "Let's see...An address which appears to be...A rental car lot."

~~~
Morgan and Hotchner came back in later with Cheryl and the money.

"Cheryl's alright." The phone rang again.

"That was fun, wasn't it? A little running around, getting our pulses racing. Are you there Cheryl?" Morgan held up a hand, telling her to stay quiet. "Are you there? Tell me you didn't feel a slight tingle, A thrill run up your spine. Huh? But those clever and cunning FBI agents deduced my little plan Just it time, they figured it out. If they hadn't, I would've had you both. The whole set. The matching pair."

"Why are you doing this?" Cheryl asked, despite Morgan's instructions.

"Because you asked me to Cheryl. You asked me with your glances. The way you talk. Those little gestures." Morgan hit the mute button.

"What are you doing?" Cheryl asked.

"Do not answer this man."

"You asked for this Cheryl! You asked for it!" Morgan tried to stop her but she pressed the mute button any way.

"What do you want?!"

"What do I want? You! It may not be today, It may not be tomorrow, But I promise you, we will be together." The man hung up.

~~~
"We can't let Cheryl speak to him any longer." Gideon, Dr. Reid, and I were in the office with the Davenports. I leaned against the back of Dr. Reid's chair.

'Why not?"

"It's only feeding his psychosis to allow your interaction."

"Was Trish, involved in any serious relationships prior to the kidnapping?" I asked.

'With the boy that was killed. They were together for two years."

"Trish didn't want me to tell you. They were getting engaged." Cheryl said.

"Well that certainly could have been the unsub stressor." We nodded.

"What does that mean?" Mr. Davenport asked.

"What does that mean? Will someone please tell me what we're dealing with here?"

"De Clearembault's syndrome, Otherwise known as Erotomania, the belief that someone, usually of a higher social status. but not necessarily a celebrity, is in love with you."

"Erotomanics believe that the objects of their affection are subtly professing their love for them through looks, gestures-"

'Glances. He said 'you asked me with your glances'."

Dr. Reid clarified,"The unsub truly and full heartedly believes, that Cheryl and Trish are in love with him. They don't tell him this with their voices. No, with gestures, and looks. He's obsessed with them."

"What does this mean?" Mr. Davenport asked.

"He is the most determined kind of criminal."

~~~
We let the phone ring for a while. Gideon soon answered it and hung up.

"What are you doing?" Mr. Davenport asked. The phone rang again immediately.

"Hello?" Gideon answered.

"Tell me there was a technical issue with the line, Because if you actually just hung up on m-" Gideon hung up again.

"What the heck are you doing?" The phone rang again.

"Is he going to answer it?" Cheryl asked.

"He's gonna drive this gut crazy, just answer it."

"Quiet, please, quiet."

"Just answer the phone!" Mr. Davenport and Cheryl had to be held back. Gideon answered again.

"Davenport residence."

"Are you out of your mind? You do realize, you do understand that I'll kill her! Do you-" And again. The phone rang again.

"You're killing my daughter, pick up the phone!" They got them quiet.

"SHE IS DEAD! YOU HANG UP ON ME AGAIN, I'LL RIP HER OPEN!"

"I'm sorry, you must have the wrong number." He hung up again.

"Come on, Gideon." Morgan said.

"You killed her."

'No sir."

"Then what- what the heck do you think you're doing?" Mr. Davenport asked.

"I'm saving your daughter, Mr. Davenport." The phone rang once more. He answered again.

"Put Cheryl on the phone."

"No, you're finished talking to Cheryl."

"Listen to that tone of authority. Just like your published work, Agent Gideon. Fascinating to hear the same arrogant quality in your voice. You are a bit of a pedant, Jason, a bit of a didactic?"

"Well that's a very interesting conclusion. You sound intelligent, and you certainly sound educated, and... We both know that's not true."

"Oh, I know all about all of you, The ambitious Agent Hotcner? Do you wanna be director of the FBI someday, Hotchner? Would you step on Jason Gideon to get there? I think you would. Post-traumatic stress is a very good excuse. Even your sick, pregnant wife can't get you to leave your post. Jason Gideon, an expert in the criminal Psyche, yet unable to diagnose the autistic leanings of a very insecure Dr. Reid. Well maybe he can make money counting cards in Las Vegas. And Elle, she was promoted too soon, she doens't have what it takes to make it in the BAU boys club. Your no threat to me, and your no threat to anyone. And token Derek Morgan wants to be taken seriously but he is just a pumped up side of beef. And let's not forget Dr. Harper, Who' thinks she's not cut out for this job, and she isn't, I know who you are!,I know how you think! And I know what to do next. Do you?" He hung up. What?

"What the heck was that? Why did he say he knows what to do next?" Mr. Davenport asked. "Is he gonna hurt my daughter?"

'He was grandstanding." Gideon explained.

'You don't know that. You-you can't possibly know that."

"Mr. Davenport I have learned more in the last five minutes Than in the last twenty four hours."

"Oh really? Well I don't understand, why is he focused on you right now?" Mr. Davenport asked.

"Because we are interfering in his relationship with the girls." Morgan explained.

'He said he knows all about you."

"He profiled us, Mr. Davenport."

'Why would he do that?"

"To show us how smart he is."

"Often times the best profilers are often the unsubs themselves." Dr. Reid clarified.

"They're the ones that can walk into an arcade and pinpoint the boy and girl that will be led out quietly." I added.

"But he made a mistake, because he gave us something he didn't expect." Said Elle.

"Uh-huh, which is?"

"He told us how to find him."

~~~
"For the suspect to know that much about us, he'd have to be one of us." Morgan said.

"I'm gonna have Garcia do a search of the New Haven FBI field office. The guy we're looking for knows this house, knows this family." Hotchner said.

"There are seven hundred agents in New Haven and another Seventy in satellite offices." Dr. Reid added. "Davenport knows quite a few of them."

"While we're narrowing down the list, Cheryl can't stay here. IF he's one of us, he has access, weapons, and you bet he's got a strategy."

"So who can we trust?" Morgan asked.

"No one. We need to get Cheryl to a safe house."

"And limit the amount of agents she comes in contact with."

~~~

Cheryl was taken to the safe house, Dr. Reid was on the phone with Elle, and I sat, looking out the window. I looked over at the rest of them. They found a listening device in the call system. It wsa Agent Shyre, who was at the safe house with Cheryl.

~~~

They found Patricia and were loading her into the ambulance. Agent Shyer was arrested. I stood with Gideon and Dr. Reid.

"Hey, how did Elle get Shyre to give away Trish's location?" Dr. Reid asked.

"I imagine she found some creative way to persuade him."

'What do you think-"

"You know, maybe you just don't need to ask so many questions. Let's...just enjoy the moment." I smiled. Gideon walked away, leaving me alone with Dr. Reid.

"And for the record." I looked at him. "You are most definitely cut out for this job." I smiled.

"Why thank you, Dr. Spencer Reid." I said, looping my arm through his.

"You know you don't have to call me 'Dr.'." I nodded.

"I know."

Euripides said, "When love is in excess, it brings a man no honor, nor worthiness."