He was running, running - he could hear the sound of the truck on the road behind him, but he couldn't make his short legs pump any faster. The other boy cried out, desperate, urging him on.
His fingers flick against his pockets, swiping in frantic gestures across his sweaty forehead. The pharmacist's voice pulls him back and he steps up to the counter. "Darrin Call." He mutters his name and leaning against the counter, watching nervously as she checks her records. He needed the medicine, he was sure he had a refill left. The pharmacist looks again, humoring him, but turns him away with nothing. "That's not good," he murmurs, fingers twitching, the flashbacks coming faster and more intense.
The key dangled just out of reach - the other boy stared through the wires of his cage, the man grinned, grabbing at him. There was blood on his face.
Darrin flails out around him, knocking pill bottles to the floor, yelling for them to "make it stop." He grabs at the druggist's wrist and she shoves a bag of pills towards him. He knows it isn't the right one and screams at her. She frantically waves a stockboy over from where he's been opening cartons. The young man approaches Darrin carefully, hands raised, but all Darrin can see is the box cutter in his hand.
The knife... there was a knife...
The stockboy touches Darrin's arm and he reacts, hand closing around the cutter clutched in the boy's right hand. He pushes the knife into the stockboy's throat and the blood gushes out over their joined hands. An old woman crouches next to the downed youth, appalled by the boy's choking gurgles, by the blood pouring from his mouth and neck. She takes Darrin's arm and he moves, thrusting again, the knife ripping into her stomach. Two other customers attack him and he strikes, instinctively, cutting them both. The security guard comes too close with his gun and Darrin grabs his wrist, firing off a shot and then turning the gun on the guard. Shots ring out and the guard and another customer go down. Darrin blinks frantically, shivering, the tremors shaking his entire body as he stumbles over the bodies and out of the store.
SSA David Rossi doesn't have to raise his head to know it is SSA Derek Morgan who is stalking past his office at the BAU - again. He calls out to tell the other agent that their supervisor, Unit Chief Aaron Hotchner is not in yet. Morgan enters the older agent's office, clearly concerned about Hotchner's health and mood - it will be his first day back to work in over a month since his attack by George Foyet - the Reaper. Rossi tells him that Agent Prentiss is picking Hotchner up. Morgan sits, admitting that he doesn't know if Hotchner is ready to come back to work, worried that he has PTSD and that he is good enough to beat any psych evaluation. Rossi doesn't feel that picking apart everything Hotchner does is the answer. Morgan reminds Rossi that every day Foyet remains at large, Hotchner is distracted by his case, but Rossi believes it will serve as motivation for the agent. They must each remind Hotchner that they are there for him, and will always have his back. Morgan leaves, unconvinced.
In Analyst Penelope Garcia's office, she is helping Reid into a chair and, noting his crutches and the way he winces as he settles, she asks him about the wound in his leg. He admits he still has quite a lot of pain while reaching for an interesting looking tin set atop some files nearby. She quickly grabs it from the curious agent, telling him that the cookies are for Hotch. "I get shot in the leg and I don't get any attention," he quips, reaching for a lollipop she places near him as a peace offering. They discuss their stoic Unit Chief, and how he will want them to act as if nothing has happened. JJ bursts in, telling Reid he has to get his go-bag; they have a new case. Garcia flips on the news just as a reporter, standing outside the pharmacy in Louisville, Kentucky describes how the attack of Darrin Call has left three people dead and two injured. Reid waves to Garcia and struggles to his feet.
The same news report is on in Aaron Hotchner's apartment. He watches carefully and then reaches for his weapon when he hears a knock at his door. The TV remote sits atop a messy pile of FBI folders - right on top a mug shot of George Foyet stares up at him. Hotchner heads to the door, checking the peephole before opening it to admit SSA Emily Prentiss. He asks her about the Louisville case and she fills in some details about the efforts of local law enforcement. Hotchner reminds her to check his most recent history to try to find his stressor and then warns her not to move as he sets his new alarm. Prentiss notices the files on his table, and when Hotchner asks if she's ready, she replies, "Are you?"
The two agents are the last to board the BAU jet, and Hotchner receives the subtle well-wishes calmly. He points to Reid's leg brace and crutches and asks him how long he'll be off his feet. Reid honestly admits that he doesn't know. Hotchner sits down next to JJ, intent to dive directly into the case. The team tells him that Darrin has proven difficult to track since he's never had a driver's license so he's either on foot or on public transportation. Garcia found that he just lost a dead-end job he'd been working at since 1990. He's of the 'hermit' variety, she tells the agents - Darrin has no wife, family, or parents. "Nothing to live for," Morgan comments. "Then why hasn't he killed himself yet," Hotchner asks curtly. The team knows that spree killers often end killing themselves. Reid believes Darrin isn't finished - he has displaced anger and took it out on the stockboy first. The first victim may represent someone to him. And now Darrin is armed with a gun and a city full of potential victims.
"Emily Dickinson wrote, 'One need not be a chamber to be haunted. One need not be a house. The brain has corridors surpassing material places.'"
Lt. Kevin Mitchell of the Louisville police and the BAU team are briefing local law enforcement officers, discussing the cordon placed around the city. Reid tells the officers that, considering average foot speed, Darrin is likely within an eight mile radius. Using a photo from the security footage, the officers disperse to continue the hard target search of the area. JJ and Reid look over what Mitchell has already found after searching Darrin's apartment. Mitchell is skeptical, not believing that the team can predict Darrin's behavior, but Reid lets him know that most spree killers are mostly offensive, but Darrin shows defensive behavior. They look at the surveillance footage together, and JJ displays Darrin's attack of the stockboy, pointing out that Darrin only reacts after he's touched. Watching the flurry of attacks, JJ shows the officer that each attack was precipitated by contact. He didn't go in with a weapon or mean to hurt his victims. Lt. Mitchell believes, since word of the attacks has gone out, someone will try to stop Darrin himself. JJ is intent on a quick press conference and leaves to call Hotchner who is at the crime scene.
At Darrin's apartment, Prentiss and Rossi wonder why Darrin didn't come back there to wash off his blood and change clothes. They know he has no one, so they don't know where he would go. Prentiss walks over the killer's bed, noting the tight, military way he's made it. Since he wasn't military, he could have been hospitalized and that would make him someone driven by routine. What happened today that made him break that routine?
The pharmacist is talking but all that Hotchner notices are the deep red pools of blood on the tile floor that mark each victim's location. Morgan continues to question the woman, asking if Darrin had had a previous fight with the stockboy, but the pharmacist denies it. She admits that the prescription she gave Darrin wasn't his, she just wanted to appease him to make him calm down. She tells the two agents that Darrin's refills for Alprazolam and Thiothixene were used up. Hotchner is livid - Thiothixene is an anti-psychotic medication - and wants to know why the pharmacist is only now telling them about it. He's been off of his medication for a month. Hotchner demands to know the doctor's name - the fact that Darrin is delusional changes everything. The woman looks at her computer, but one of the gunshots took the machine out and she doesn't remember Darrin's doctor's name. "Perfect," Hotchner mutters angrily as he stalks away, quickly dialing his cell phone. Morgan follows the agent, trying to get him to calm down, but Hotchner is frustrated - Darrin is in a psychotic break - and the last thing he wants to do is 'talk about things' with Morgan.
When he reaches Garcia, Hotchner blurts out his accusation: "He's been off his medication for over a month, what else did you miss?" Garcia is flustered, apologetic - she did not receive Darrin's medical records yet. As she stutters that she'll find the information asap, Hotchner hangs up. She types frantically, trying to find some way to access the details the team needs.
Darrin's tremors have gotten worse. He leans over the railing of the wooden staircase, trying to get hold of himself, but the flashbacks draw him in.
Running... the other boy's desperate face across the fence... the man, holding him down as he screamed...
He pulls back and hurries to an office door, the door of Charles Cipolla, Ph.D. The inner door is locked and he thrusts against it again and again, flicking a switch next to it. The psychologist is with a patient, but, hearing the fumbling against his door he excuses himself and opens it. Darrin barges him and takes off his sweatshirt, revealing his blood stained t-shirt and collapses into a chair. "He had a knife," Darrin mutters.
Dr. Cipolla wants to help, but the other patient is alarmed, standing fearfully behind the psychologist. Darrin's bloody fingers press against his forehead as the memories flash across his mind - the man, a knife, blood on the man's face - "he's doing it again," Darrin insists. The doctor tries to calm him, pointing out that the memories can't hurt Darrin. "You want to remember, it's why you're off the pills," he tells the wildly shaking man. Darrin yells, angry, telling the doctor that he's not getting any better.
A fire... the other boy across the fence... the man's bloody face...
Darrin begins to pace, his face is flushed, hands shaking - his words are only grunts and groans now.
Back at Darrin's apartment, Prentiss and Rossi are on speakerphone with Garcia. They've been told that all Darrin wanted was help - his medication - and Garcia tells them that Hotchner and Morgan are on the way to Darrin's doctor's office, Dr. Charles Cipolla. Morgan dials the doctor's number as they are on route, but no one picks up.
The phone ringing startles Darrin, but Dr. Cipolla is helpful, calming. Darrin sees the blood on his hands and begins to scream, rubbing his hands together frantically. In his memory, as a boy, he's doing the same thing - staring at his hands, cleaning them again and again, rubbing them together. Darrin struggles out of his bloody t-shirt, still screaming about the blood not coming out. Dr. Cipolla pulls his own shirt off and offers it to Darrin. The act seems to calm him and he takes a few breaths, staring at the shirt in the doctor's hands.
The doctor's other patient can't take it anymore and he makes a break for the door, shoving Darrin out of the way as he goes by. "No, don't touch him!" the doctor screams, but it is too late. All Darrin can see is the man shoving the boy in his memory. He takes out the box cutter and slashes it across the other patient's back, stabbing the man again and again as the doctor cries out.
Police and agents arrive at the doctor's office at the same time. Two bodies lie on the floor. The patient is a bloody mess, lying just inside the inner office. Dr. Cipolla's body, stripped of shirt and pants, lies on its side near the couch. Morgan orders the police officers to check the perimeter. Hotchner shoves past the bodies, the other agents, the open file drawers and stalks out. "We're too late."
Lt. Mitchell takes a look at the discarded bloody clothes and observes that Darrin changed clothes and might even have died his hair by now. Rossi, going through the files, tells him that the man is going through a psychotic break, not dodging the police on purpose. He'd never been violent, so his doctor apparently thought it was safe to take him off his meds. Morgan believes that Darrin was looking for something in the doctor's office, not drugs as the doctor doesn't keep any there, when Rossi finds that Darrin Call's own file is missing. When Morgan answers his phone it is Garcia, concerned that Hotchner is not picking up. After Morgan assures her that their boss is okay, she explains what she has found. She decided to go back to the beginning and found that Darrin Call really has no 'beginning.' On her screen is a picture of the Darrin as a boy - the blank-faced, closed-off little boy Darrin saw running and washing his hands in all of his flashbacks. She explains that from 1969 through 1975 there is no record of the boy. He suddenly appeared at six years old and has no idea where he came from. Morgan believes Darrin doesn't know either.
Outside, Prentiss approaches Hotchner. The Unit Chief is blaming himself for not noticing Darrin's anti-psychotic induced blinking and jitteriness on the security footage. Since they missed it, more people have died.
The team reconnects at the police station, and, explaining over the speakerphone, Garcia gives them all the information she's found about Darrin Call. He was found wandering in the middle of nowhere at age six. He didn't speak for over a year, and when he did begin talking he didn't even know his name. He was never claimed.
On a suburban street in Louisville, Darrin sits down on the curb and pages through the file he's stolen from the doctor's office.
Lt. Mitchell questions the dates and incidents the team has recorded on the white board - it is Darrin's timeline. He left Louisville three times but always returned to within the same ten block radius. Reid explains that victims are often drawn to the scene of their first trauma. Darrin was also hospitalized twice at the same hospital in Fayette County. As desperate as he is, he may walk out there. He began on medication in 1977 - the doctor must have been sure that the risk of taking him off his meds would be smaller than the reward, the knowledge that Darrin was seeking. Hotchner is closed-off, barely suppressing anger: with the file he's taken, Darrin is ahead of them and they need to catch up.
Neglect - Abandonment - Black outs. These words jump off the paper at Darrin as he sits beside the road. Suddenly another memory takes hold.
He's a boy again, standing next to a roaring fire. He calmly places the clothes into the flames - shirts, pants. A scream from behind the locked door of the cage startles him.
Children screech as they ride their bikes down the Louisville street and Darrin stumbles to his feet, shoving his file into the back of his pants under his shirt.
JJ tells the other agents that the social services files on Darrin label him as extremely physically abused, but not sexually assaulted. He was either running from an abusive home or an abduction. Hotchner tells Garcia to look for unsolved child abductions from the area in the mid seventies. Mitchell himself remembers a case from Hollow Creek where children's bodies were found in pieces - they never found the unsub. Mitchell leaves to track down the case file as Garcia downloads the results of her search electronically.
The boy is hiding. The man has come back, leading another boy by the arm. He shoves him into the cage with a third. The boys are crying but Darrin is not. He watches from behind the shelves where no one can see.
At The Sterner House, a large home that serves as an orphanage, there are children playing outside when Darrin walks up the sidewalk.
Reid accesses Garcia's files just as Mitchell reappears with boxes of folders. The Hollow Creek killer claimed at least three victims, some of whom were never identified. He used lime to dispose of the bodies. There was one survivor - a twelve year old boy names Tommy Phillips - he had been missing for two weeks. His family left Louisville after Tommy told the police where to find the bodies. He said the unsub was a white man between 30 and 40 who drove a red pick-up truck. Hotchner, with one ear to his phone, tells the room that they need to find Tommy Phillips, no matter where he's gone or what his name is now - and he believes Garcia can do it. He explains what he needs to her via his cell phone as JJ and Reid discuss the wounds found on the Hollow Creek killer's victims: they were knife wounds. Apparently the sight of the stockboy's box cutter set Darrin off. Hotchner stares at the photo of silent Darrin Call, aged six. Right beside the photo is a note that the boy was placed in The Sterner House orphanage.
He tells the group that Darrin will go to a place he knows, and, since he's remembering he'll go to the place where he first became Darrin Call - the orphanage.
A woman answers the door when Darrin knocks. He tells her about a nice man he knew there, a Mr. Curie, and asks to see him. She tells Darrin that Mr. Curie retired years ago and Darrin gets agitated, yelling, demanding to see him. The muscles in his jaw tense as he reins himself in, standing stiffly on the porch as the woman goes outside to call in the children to do their homework. She ushers them in the door past him, asking him to leave, but Darrin wanders to the window and gazes at his reflection until, in his imagination, it becomes the man from his flashbacks. He draws back in fear. "He's here," he whispers, backing away. The last child, Ryan - a twelve-year-old boy - tries to get past, but Darrin focuses on him, seeing only the other boy, the one who urged him to run faster, to get over the fence, to come with him. "Tommy," Darrin mutters, moving towards the boy. He grabs Ryan by the arm and pulls him out of the woman's embrace, urging him to run. The woman screams and Darrin slashes at her with the box cutter. He holds tightly to Ryan and runs off down the street.
Again, the team has arrived too late. Hotchner is frenetic in his movements, checking as the EMTs wrap the woman's arm, listening a moment as Morgan interviews witnesses. He strides back to Prentiss and Rossi, letting them know that Darrin called the boy 'Tommy' and was afraid of his reflection. Prentiss theorizes that Darrin might now be the same age as the man who hurt him years ago. Mitchell tells the team that a minivan was stolen a few blocks away. He's set up roadblocks, sure now that, whatever the team might insist, that Darrin is trying to get away. Hotchner argues loudly, telling Mitchell Darrin took the boy for a reason. With his returning memory he's reinventing his past and they've got to understand how. Rossi agrees - they have to get ahead of Darrin, not chase him. Mitchell shakes his head and moves off to conduct the search and Prentiss reminds both agents that there is a missing child to consider.
Hotchner turns to the two. "If we'd studied Foyet's initial crimes, we would have known that a survivor didn't make sense." He insists that all they had to do was stop a moment to profile the Reaper correctly and they'd have caught him back in Boston. He's not about to make the same mistake.
The red minivan lurches down the street. Ryan is afraid, telling Darrin that they'll find them. Darrin is out of control and grabs Ryan's shirt, yelling, demanding to know where he saw 'him.' Darrin then takes Ryan's hand and apologizes, calling him Tommy, grunting and groaning, stammering that they've got to get away.
The team is going through the files about the Hollow Creek killer, seeing abductions that took place for three years, from 1973-1975. Boys were taken from different school districts on their way home from school, so they know the killer had afternoons free and lived near the schools. It is a lot of ground to cover. Garcia calls in and tells the team she's found Tommy - his name is now James Thomas Anderson and lives one county over.
When Prentiss and Hotchner interview James "Tommy" Anderson, he tells them that nobody survived the Hollow Creek killer. Hotchner notices the empty liquor bottles in Tommy's kitchen and mutters, "You did." Tommy insists there was no other boy, that he was alone during his abduction. Hotchner crosses his arms, insisting that he's been alone along time, unable to hold onto a relationship or any family. He knows that Tommy is afraid he'll abandon them, too. Tommy leaps to his feet saying he'd never leave a kid. Hotchner is stolid, unmoving, asking if the child cried too much or if he was too slow. Tommy blinks away tears and leans against the wall. His face creases in regret and shame. "I was only twelve years old," he whispers. Prentiss tells him that the man they are looking for - Darrin - had been taking medication, had suppressed his memories of the horrible trauma. Tommy states that Darrin will wish he'd never remembered.
"He never talked," Tommy remembers.
Young Darrin collected the clothes, placing them on a table outside the locked cage where Tommy was kept. Tommy whispered to him, wide-eyed, frantic, asking if the man had passed out. When Darrin nodded, Tommy asked him to reach the keys. Darrin quickly climbed on a box and grabbed the keys, unlocking the cage as Tommy whispered encouragements. When Tommy got out of the cage they noticed that the man had moved - he blocked their path, grabbing both boys by the arm. He locked Tommy in the back of the truck and told Darrin to grab a shovel. Darrin cooperated silently, carrying the shovel, as the man pulled Tommy out, a knife at his throat. Tommy pushed against the man and he tripped backwards, falling to the ground. Tommy grabbed the shovel and slammed it against the man's head before running off through the trees, calling out for Darrin to follow. The boy looked down at the man in confusion and then ran off, trying to keep up with the older boy's longer strides.
The pick-up truck was following them now; they could hear the engine racing. Tommy hopped over a wooden fence and took off across a field, yelling for Darrin to hurry. But the boy was weak, too small to climb the fence. Tommy stopped, yelling, urging Darrin, saying he could make it, but the man was too fast and grabbed Darrin around the middle, knife in his hand. Darrin screamed, "Run! Run, Tommy, run!" as the man pulled him back toward the truck.
"I'd never heard his voice before," Tommy said, trying to hold back his tears. Prentiss gently reminds him that he was only a child. Hotchner, not quite as intent, mentions that Darrin wasn't forced into the back of the truck - he rode in the cab. He was free to give water, get the keys. If Darrin's reflection set him off, maybe Darrin wasn't a victim, but the killer's own son.
Back at the police station, the team discusses this development, wondering how a father could explain his son's sudden disappearance. Hotchner suggests that Darrin's mother might have been dead and asks Garcia to check death records for preceding years.
Darrin's flashbacks force him to jerk and grunt; he tries to wipe away the fog dulling his memories, but they are suddenly there in sharp relief.
"Run! Run, Tommy, run!" The man pulled him back towards the truck, held him tightly against the fence, menacing him with the knife. Darrin flung himself at his father, smashing the knife up into his father's face, and ran off down the road. His father fell to the ground, bleeding.
A car horn brings Darrin back to reality and he barely swerves in time to avoid an accident.
Morgan gives Garcia all of the parameters they have and she narrows down the search for Darrin's mother until she finds Doris Jarvis. She had one son, was married to Bill Jarvis who ran a machine shop just outside the city. He was locked up between 1977 and 1980. She puts Bill Jarvis' mug shot up on the screen and they can see a resemblance between him and Darrin Call. He still lives in the same house. The house that Darrin and Ryan have just arrived at.
The small boy carries a bag of groceries into the house where his father sits, drinking, in front of the television. He stands and watches, noticing the dice tattooed on his father's right arm.
In the present, Darrin stands in the same spot, watching his father drinking in front of the television. The same tattoo is there on his arm. Darrin holds Ryan's arm tightly and brings the gun out of his pocket. His father turns to him, a snarl on his face and a deep scar beside his left eye. "I knew you'd come home," he smirks.
SWAT moves in on the house, on rooftops next door, behind the red minivan in the driveway. Mitchell believes he and the tactical team has this in hand, but Prentiss, geared up and wearing her flak jacket, tells him that Darrin needs a distraction. Mitchell wants to infiltrate, but Prentiss wants everyone to get out alive, especially Ryan. If they play this correctly, everyone could survive, Jarvis will be sent to prison, and Darrin will get the help he needs. Hotchner, in his shirtsleeves, brushes by as the two argue and heads for the house. His team calls after him, and Rossi holds Morgan back from lunging after him. "We have to trust him," Rossi insists.
Hotchner walks into the house, opening the door as Darrin, Ryan's hand held tightly between his, raises the gun to aim at his father. Darrin drops Ryan's hand and points the gun at Hotchner, telling the agent this is between them and his father. Hotchner's voice is quiet but firm, saying that he knows all about the case, the Hollow Creek killer, and Tommy. Darrin looks down at Ryan and remembers Tommy, dirty and bruised, urging him to run faster. He tells Hotchner that Jarvis should die for everything he did to Tommy, but Hotchner tells him that all of the answers he's looking for will die with Jarvis.
Outside, Morgan is worried that Hotchner has nothing to lose.
Inside, Hotchner urges Darrin to ask his father the question. Darrin, still shaking, but controlled now, asks why he did it, why he hurt the children. Jarvis denies everything, telling Darrin he is confused. Darrin yells, frustrated, aching for answers, for memory, and Hotchner asks Jarvis why he never moved away. He urges Darrin towards the window in the door to see why his father couldn't move away- the view outside the window is of a school playground across the street. Bill Jarvis still longs for the children.
As Darrin moves into view, the sharpshooters aim, but Hotchner quickly places himself between Darrin and the glass. When Darrin moves back towards his father, Hotchner quickly ushers Ryan out the door to a waiting officer. Rossi tells the other agents they will wait for Hotchner's signal to proceed.
Darrin aims at his father again, remembering how they drove around in the truck, Darrin in the front seat so other boys would feel safe. He kept boys in cages, burned their clothes, and when he was finished he'd bury them in lime - and he made Darrin help. Hotchner pulls Jarvis to his feet, telling him to be a man. He gets in his face, disgusted at his appetite for boys, trying to get him to say something. Jarvis is controlled. Hotchner steps away, telling Darrin to put the gun down so that the police will not shoot him. Darrin's aim sways back and forth between Hotchner and his father and yells between clenched teeth, "Don't tell me what to do!" Three shots ring out.
When the police arrive inside, Hotchner is placing Darrin in handcuffs and Jarvis lies dead in his chair. "I couldn't stop him," Hotchner states calmly. Rossi mutters that it is over, but Morgan shakes his head. "For now," he answers.
Outside Jarvis' home, James "Tommy" Anderson waits. Prentiss points out Darrin sitting in the back of the police SUV. Tommy steels himself and walks over to the young man. When Darrin looks up he immediately recognizes the other man and calls him Tommy. "I'm so sorry," is all that Tommy can say. Darrin shakes his head, wondering why. Tommy tells him he shouldn't have left him behind - he could have been killed. Darrin, calm now, tells Tommy that he changed everything; because of him he wasn't afraid of his father any more. "You're the one I waited for," Darrin murmurs, "you're the one who saved me." Tommy's chin lifts slightly and he reaches out to put one hand on Darrin's shoulder. The men share a moment and Tommy, tears in his eyes, touches the side of Darrin's face tenderly before the car drives off. Out the window of the car Darrin watches the children play in the schoolyard - and he smiles.
"There is no witness so dreadful, no accuser so terrible, as the conscience that dwells in the heart of every man." Polybius
Rossi is packing up for the night as Morgan strides into his office. He knows what the younger agent wants to talk about, but Rossi is firm in his resolve. Before his attack, they would not be questioning Hotchner's decisions, there wouldn't be any doubt. Morgan reminds Rossi that, before the attack, Hotchner had things to live for. Now Foyet has taken away his family, put them into hiding, and he can't see how Hotchner wouldn't be distracted. He put his life at risk inside the Jarvis home in ways they are taught never to do. He won't stand by to watch Hotchner kill himself. Rossi insists that he won't.
Prentiss has walked Hotchner back to his apartment, and he hurries across the room to shut off the alarm. She wonders about Darrin Call - now that he has his answers and had killed the man who haunted him, what more is there? Living with the years of torture won't be easy, especially, as Hotchner notes, he doesn't have anyone. Prentiss looks into Hotchner's eyes. "He has Tommy. He's not alone." Hotchner nods and Prentiss leaves. He locks the door after her and he throws his keys onto the table. Hotchner's gaze roves over the files on his table, the empty chairs. He stands in silence, alone.
[recap written by Finnegan77]