Criminal Minds (2005–…): Season 3, Episode 17 - In Heat - full transcript

I turned the breaker off.

Kevin, you scared me.
It's becoming your thing.

- Well, maybe you scare too easily.
- What?

What's this?

Since you couldn't make it to dinner
I thought I would bring dinner to you.

Kevin.

Oh.

Want to start with dessert?

I always said I wanted to try this
when I was a grownup.

- You're too stressed out.
- What?

- You're too stressed out.
- You didn't like that?



No, that's why you scare so easily.
You're so stressed.

I have a stressful job.

You know, maybe we should get away.

You mean like a vacation?

Yeah, yeah, you deserve a week
in the land of no keyboards.

I don't know what I'd do with myself.

Well, I can think of a couple things.

That is something else
I have always wanted to try.

My husband would kill us both.

No, don't think of him.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, God!

Charles Luvet was found floating
in a Miami marina last night.



Local M.E. thinks that
he was only in the water about an hour.

Any attempt to weigh the body down?

Doesn't appear to be.

Well, the dumping could be convenient

as opposed to a means of hiding the crime.

Well, he's the third victim found
in Miami over the last two months.

Though the locations
of the bodies are different,

many of the elements are the same.
All males, 25 to 35, all traveling,

all asphyxiated
with no signs of sexual assault.

But tourists could mean
just simple robbery.

Well, there are
some personal items missing.

He's targeting travelers for a reason.

I am so sorry.

Hey, half day today?

I... The alarm, sir, I overslept.
I'm so sorry.

Everyone's allowed to be late. Once.

It won't happen again.

You guys notice the red flag
on the autopsy reports?

Yeah, none of the hyoid bones
were fractured.

No visual signs of trauma,
no ligature marks,

yet the UnSub still managed
to asphyxiate grown men.

Maybe a chokehold?
Wouldn't leave any signs of trauma.

It would also be a way
of controlling a male.

A powerful grip from behind
gives the UnSub all the leverage.

None of these victims look out of shape
or easy to control.

In fact, they all look remarkably fit.

Well, as I said,
the recovery locations are very different.

Charles Luvet was found in the water,

Daniel Brown was partially buried
in a shallow sand dune,

Paul Hayes was stuffed into a dumpster.

That's not much of an effort
to hide any of them.

They were all found in high-traffic areas.

Miami P.D. is asking for our help

considering there are currently
four other men missing

that match this victimology.

I can dig up what I can on the victims
from their hometowns.

Miami is a mecca for potential targets.

And anyone traveling is more vulnerable

than they normally would be.

Well, case in point, Charles Luvet,
the latest victim,

he was a vacationing cop.

"There are no secrets better kept

"than the secrets that everybody guesses."

George Bernard Shaw.

Is it always this hot?

Every day, all day.

That's South Beach.

- That's not what I'm talking about.
- They know.

- FBI.
- Yes.

Detective Lopez. Miami P.D.

- Morgan. Derek.
- Tina.

So, thank you for coming down so quickly.

Agent Jareau, JJ, we spoke on the phone.

Yes.

These are agents Hotchner, Prentiss,
Rossi, Derek and Dr. Reid.

Well, I hope there's no test
'cause I'm lousy with names.

"Agent" will be fine.

Hey, isn't that...

Detective LaMontagne
just arrived from New Orleans

to ID the cop they pulled
from the bay last night.

Detective, it's good to see you.

How are you?

Yeah, Charlie Luvet and I
worked together for seven years.

We haven't formally ID'd him yet,
but we believe it's him.

Sorry for your loss, man.

So, you all know each other?

Professionally.

Yeah, the BAU helped me out
on a case about a year ago.

But just for the sake of clarity,
I'm not here to investigate.

Charlie was supposed to be married
this August,

except the guy
that floated up last night was him.

I guess I have the honor
of notifying his fiancée.

So she's going to need some answers,

closure and I'm just here
to get that for her.

Do you know why he was here?

Well, he was meeting up
with some college buddies

to compete in a regatta.
He was a big boat guy.

So, he wasn't traveling alone?

Well, he came alone.
He was meeting them here.

We should track these friends down,
see if they saw anything.

And the two other victims?
Any potential witnesses?

No. Paul Hayes was here alone on business.

Daniel Brown came down
to windsurf by himself.

So they were all essentially alone.

The UnSub watched them long enough
to know that.

Yeah, he's probably already scoping
out his next victim

and I don't have a damned thing
to warn people with.

So, come on inside.
I've got everything all set up.

- How are you?
- Tagne.

Good to see you.

Hey, wait up.

What was that?

- What was what?
- "Professionally"?

Hey, you still haven't told them about us?

It's none of their business.

Where do you tell them you go
every weekend?

I don't.

Wait a second,
are you ashamed or something?

What? No.

No, it's just in this team everyone
knows everything about everyone.

There's no privacy. My personal life
is one less thing they can profile.

All right, we should get up there.

Yeah, I wouldn't want your team
to think something's up, would we?

Please don't do this, okay?

You realize that this is going to happen
every now and then

when our career paths cross, right?

Doesn't make it any less awkward.

Well...

I never realized how much "awkward"
could sound like "ashamed."

This is everything we recovered
from Paul Hayes' hotel room.

It's all been processed,
so don't worry about touching anything.

Thank you.

I'm going to take the skinny kid
and Derek to the dump sites,

so I've got my cell, radio.

If anyone doesn't give you anything,
just call me.

Great.

She did say she wasn't good at names.

Remembered Derek.

Wonder how she'll describe us?

Oh, I am sure I don't want to know.

It's always sad
seeing someone's life reduced

to the things they had
with them when they died.

It's just so clear they didn't know
how short their time would be.

- Odd.
- Odd?

His wife reported that he'd been down
here almost a week on business,

yet he never wore
any of the suits he packed.

Hmm.

And there are appointments
going back six months in his PDA,

but nothing is listed
for the week he was here.

Hayes was wearing running clothes
when he was killed.

Who takes off their wedding ring to jog?

Yeah.

That's him. That's Charlie Luvet.

We had to ID more than the photo
before we could ship him.

You're not family,
but I can cut through the red tape.

Thank you.

If you need help making arrangements,

liaising with families
is part of what I do.

I might just take you up on that.
Excuse me, I'll be outside.

Paul Hayes was found in a dumpster
over there.

Hey, I think these guys knew the UnSub.

What makes you say that?

When you're a fish out of water,
you look to the locals for where to eat,

- where to shop...
- What path to run.

Yeah, why would he kill them

and then risk dragging their body
across the beach?

He wouldn't. They were already out here.

So, they've already dusted for prints.

I'd sure feel better
if we found his gun and shield.

I'm thinking if someone tried
to grab him up here

he might have left them behind, you know?

Charlie left the hotel voluntarily.

What makes you say that?

Because we'd know
if the valet had his car downstairs.

This is a receipt
for a Mercury Sable he rented.

You know,
most rental cars have locators in them.

I'll call Garcia, see if she can find out
where it is right now.

Don't.

I'm standing in my dead partner's room

and you think
I'm in the mood for grab ass?

What's that?

Plastic ID bracelet. 11257 on it.

I'm guessing it's for the regatta.

Hey, I'm sorry.

You just asked me to show you
where your liver is on a map.

- Did I?
- Yeah, pretty sure "il fegato" is liver.

Try this one.

What does that mean?

I'd like to book a room with a double bed.

Jinkies.
Even lechery sounds better in Italian.

You are correct. Most rentals do have
a locator system in them.

Got it. I'm sure I can have this car
located in a jiff.

- It's all clear, Detective.
- Thanks, guys.

- This Garcia girl of yours is good.
- That's an understatement.

Hey, you can't go wrong
with a Latina at the controls.

Yeah, that's my girl, but she's not
nearly as Latina as her name sounds.

If I'm going to kill someone,

taking them out on a boat
would give me the most privacy.

And there's harbor masters
and videotapes, but that's...

I mean, that'll take weeks to get back
and we don't have weeks, right?

No, we sure don't.
You got the keys, don't you?

Yeah.

Go ahead and start it up.

Well, there is one good thing about
these victims being on vacation.

When you're alone in a strange place,
you got a rental car,

- what's the one thing that you need?
- A GPS.

That's right. And normally
when you return these things,

they wipe this stuff clean, so...

That right there has to be
the last place Charlie needed to go.

Really?

What? You know it?

That's not possible.

Well, I think I would know
if there's a regatta happening

this weekend at my own club.
Our regatta is held in September.

But he said that...

And I'm sorry, but we wouldn't use

a plastic bracelet like this
for participants.

Our entry fee is $10,000. Good luck.

- You're sure that's what he said?
- He comes here every year for it.

It's what he does on his annual furlough.

- Morgan?
- Yeah, I just got an address

out of Charlie Luvet's rental.
It's to a bar in South Beach.

11257 Palm Drive.

It's a gay bar, Hotch.

I don't think Charlie Luvet was ever
out here to meet friends for a race.

We'll have to rethink our victimology.

You've got to watch yourself in the sun.

You know, they say
all the exposure can kill you.

Sun-tanned to death.
Well, I guess there's worse ways to die.

As someone with firsthand experience,
I can tell you that is true.

Firsthand experience?

Yeah, I'm a police officer in New Orleans.

A cop. Really.

Well, that's impressive.

- Where are you from?
- Texas.

Well, they say things are bigger there.

Well, I don't know
anything about that, Officer,

but how about I buy you a drink
and we can talk about it?

- You're not here with anyone?
- Nope.

I came down to Miami all by my lonesome.

- Well, look at that. Me, too.
- I'm Deac.

Charlie. My name's Charlie. Charlie Luvet.

- For you.
- Thank you.

You read my mind.

I don't understand how it can be
this dry when it's this humid.

You sweat all your fluids out outside

and then come in
to bone dry air conditioning.

Well, then if I could just hook this up
to an IV, then...

At least we have something fun
to look at. Keep us on our toes.

- What do you mean?
- LaMontagne.

- You think so?
- Don't you?

Yeah, I guess he's...

- He has a thing.
- Definitely a thing.

Detective, is that the case file?

- Yeah.
- Thanks.

How did I not know Charlie was gay?

Because he didn't want you to know.

He flew hundreds of miles
just to be someone else.

No, he flew hundreds of miles
to be himself.

- What do I tell his fiancée?
- The truth.

All right, everybody, listen up.
The FBI has a profile of our guy.

Okay, we want to stress that
what we're about to present

is just a preliminary profile.

There may be a time restraint here,

so we just wanted to give you
what we have now.

Our technical analyst, Penelope Garcia,

will start off by talking about
the four remaining victims still missing.

Two of them disappeared
on the same day a few months ago.

And then the third and the fourth went
missing within the last four weeks.

We think the UnSub is targeting
these guys on their travels.

Yeah, and then when the befriending
happens, they vanish.

However, it looks like
there's a connection

between our current victims
and the men that are still missing.

See, two of those four missing men
were totally out,

That's a social networking site.
In a photo with his boyfriend.

Assuming the four missing men
are meeting the same UnSub,

it means he's killing almost weekly.

Which also means he may
have already chosen his next victim.

What we need is more information
on the movements of our victims

before they met the UnSub.

We have three confirmed victims
and four possibles.

Some of our other colleagues
are out in the community now

trying to see if anyone remembers
anything about these men.

It's also not just the fact that
our victims were traveling alone

that left them vulnerable to the UnSub,

we believe they may have been looking
specifically to meet other men.

Based on the ages of the victims,

we're looking for an offender
in his mid to late 20s.

He's familiar with the area

and he may be offering assistance
to those who are not.

He studies his victims' habits,
he learns how to gain their trust.

This UnSub is charming,
charismatic, intelligent.

We assume he frequents gay establishments,

but he may also work at one.

And given the technique
with which he kills,

he may have had prior
defense tactic training.

So he may be a member of the military
or recently discharged.

He steals their possessions,
but he doesn't pawn a thing.

And the fact that he's targeting gay
men may mean that this is a hate crime

and/or the UnSub may be struggling
with his own sexuality.

I don't care what they say
I'm gonna do it my way

Come here.

Hey, loosen up, baby.
Come on, you can have a little fun.

Maybe you need another shot.

You know, I'll be right back.

Wait, wait, was it something I said?

No. No, Sher.

Then...

Then what's wrong?

Nothing. I just need to get some air.

Just a little time
and I'll have some answers for you.

The best thing that you can know
is that he loved you very much.

All right. Good night.

Hey.

Man, sure is warm in the bayou,
but at least it cools down some at night.

What? Are you leaving?

Yeah, I'm beat.

Without saying goodbye.

- I didn't know where you were.
- Did you look?

Should I be worried?

I mean, it doesn't take a profiler to see

you've got one foot out the door
in this relationship.

Could you just
please keep your voice down?

I don't care if they hear us.

Hey, yo, I'm crazy about her!

You know, I don't have a problem
with people knowing about it.

- Well, I do.
- Why?

Just because...

All right, it's my business.

- Are you ashamed of this?
- No.

- Did I offend you?
- No.

- Did I say something wrong?
- No.

- Are you seeing another guy?
- No.

- Do you want to see another guy?
- No.

- What? You want to break up?
- Yeah.

You do?

Yeah.

Okay.

We're supposed to hop on a plane
every weekend forever?

And neither one of us is
willing to relocate, so...

When did we have that discussion?

- Well, do you?
- Maybe.

You want to give up your career
in New Orleans

so you can live in Quantico, Virginia?

Well, I'd at least like
to have that option.

You know, look, JJ, all I'm looking
for here is an acknowledgment

to your friends that you care about me.

Why? Why is that so important to you?

Why?

Have a good night, JJ.

Will!

Look at me.

I'm breaking the law with a cop.

I wouldn't announce that.

I'm a bad, bad boy.

I'm a badass.

Does that mean you're going
to have to handcuff me?

Because you can handcuff me if you want.

Shut up.

Are you a dirty cop?

Because I like dirty.

- Is that what you want? You like dirty?
- What are you doing?

My cop from New Orleans.
Because I can do dirty.

- Is that what you want?
- Shut up and listen to yourself.

You're disgusting! You're filthy!

Jesus!

I'm sorry, Sher.

I didn't hurt you, did I, Sher? I'm sorry.

I thought you left.

You said in the profile that the UnSub
was targeting gay males,

possibly due to his struggles
with his own sexuality, right?

Right.

Well, what if the reason
Luvet let his guard down

was because he could finally be who he is?

No judgments. No fear.

What if the UnSub is seeing
a freedom in his victims

that he wishes he had himself?

That really hurt.

That really hurt.

That ain't funny.

That ain't funny.

What are you doing?
What? Are you making fun of me now?

No, no, Sher, I'm not making fun of you.

Hey, hey, I'm sorry.

Hey, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

For which thing?

For this.

You can take him away.

- What have we got?
- Male, same age range

and we found Luvet's police badge
about a half a block from here.

So, the UnSub either ditched it or
dropped it when he was getting away.

Any sign of Luvet's gun?

No. He may be holding on to that.

Why would he kill out in the open
like this?

He's losing control emotionally,
he could be devolving.

Leaving the body out in plain sight,
it's off pattern.

- He was interrupted.
- Who interrupted him?

Bring him over. A busboy from the bar.

Mijito, these are the FBI people
that I told you about

so just tell them everything you saw.

All right, well, I came out here
on my break to have a smoke.

And that guy was on the ground.

- And his friend said...
- His friend?

Yeah, his friend said that
they had just been mugged.

You spoke to this guy?

No, ma'am, I tried,
but he did say that he was a cop,

so he took off
and he chased after those guys.

Could you give a description of this cop
to a sketch artist?

No, I can't. I mean, he was a white guy.
But it was pretty dark out here.

And he basically kept running away
from me the whole time.

All right, I'm going to have to get
all your information.

- Yeah, sure.
- Just come with me, all right?

So this guy is impersonating Luvet?

Could just be a ruse he used to get away.

But if he is impersonating
his victims, why?

Transference.

Whatever he sees in his victims
he wants for himself.

He hates who he is.

He's targeting tourists because he sees
them as living a kind of lie, too.

Could be suffering from Cluster B.

Cluster B?

A cluster of personality disorders.

It's also called the Erratic,
Dramatic, Emotional Cluster.

An enduring pattern
of inner experience and behavior

that differentiates itself markedly

from the expectations
of the individual's culture.

- It manifests itself...
- This guy's a sick dude.

But something triggers
his constant need to escape.

It could be drugs, sex,

something that makes him feel vulnerable.

And he can't allow himself
the vulnerability.

Escape into the fantasy protects him
from ever having to look at himself.

You know, if the UnSub
lives in their skin,

odds are he's living in their hotel rooms.

- Any ID on the body?
- No wallet. Nothing.

It might've dropped.
They're searching now.

You're not going to find anything.

We need to roll the prints and run them.

We need to figure out who he is
and where he was staying.

Prints belong to Deacon Rogers,
Odessa, Texas.

He's got a couple of minor arrests.

One for marijuana possession,
one for lewd behavior,

which I'm guessing is code
for gay in Texas.

His credit card shows him
staying at a South Beach hotel.

It's open.

Clear!

Well, he tore through this place
in a hurry.

What was he looking for?

Identity. Anything to possess a new one.

He thinks there's a witness out there
who can ID him.

It's not about
fulfilling his need anymore.

It's about his own survival.

How does he escape?

I'm going to find out
if Deacon Rogers had a car here.

I can pay you gas money.

Hell, who cares about that, boy?

I'm just obliged to have
someone along for the ride.

- The sun out here is really dangerous.
- Dangerous?

- Where are you from?
- Germany.

Can you say that again? "Dangerous."

- Dangerous.
- Dangerous.

Yeah.

Yeah. Dangerous.

- You think we missed something?
- I don't know.

Well, forensics pulled hair from the sink,

but it'll be days before we get results.

We don't have that kind of time.

The UnSub can't follow his pattern.

He thinks there might have been a witness,

so he's going to need
to change identities sooner than usual.

- What if he can't?
- What do you mean?

We're predicting that the UnSub may
take another life in the next 24 hours,

because there was a witness who saw him.

Remember what Garcia said?

That specific paradigm,
two victims in one day?

That occurred one other time.

The first two men disappeared
on the same day.

Because somebody might've seen something

that threatened the UnSub
with getting caught?

It's worth profiling.

Well, Steven Fitzgerald
first went missing two months ago.

Took a bus to Miami from Oakland Park,

which is just up the highway,
never seen again.

Robert Feeney flew in for a wedding,
but never arrived at his hotel.

We need to get back in these files,
question both families.

Somewhere along the way,
their paths may have crossed.

There's a case we're working on

which may be connected
to your son's disappearance.

- Is that right?
- Unfortunately, it's a murder case, sir.

Someone is attacking men
who are traveling alone.

This man's attacking homosexuals.

Can you confirm
that your son Steven is gay?

I know he was confused
about his sexual orientation.

How do you mean, confused?

There were a number of issues
he needed to sort out.

Was there a friend in Miami
Steven was going to see?

No, he didn't have many friends.
Pretty much kept to himself.

So once he got on the bus,
you never heard from him?

No.

You seem resigned to this fact.

Wherever Steven is
I trust it's a better place for him.

Well, that's a remarkable kind
of strength.

That's because of my personal
relationship with the Lord.

He gives me my strength and my guidance.

And you apply that philosophy
to your job as well?

Well, a prison guard depends on his
instincts, his skills and his strength,

otherwise we'd get ourselves killed.
My faith is my personal code.

Defense tactics classes are required
for all employees at the prison, right?

Once he got to the motel
he was supposed to call.

But he never did.

Every time that phone rings...

I know in my heart
that Steven was happy that day.

I swear, it was the first time
I'd seen him smile in years.

He'd been talking about
taking that trip for weeks.

Sarah, you don't have to justify
your brother getting on that bus.

Yes, I do. Because it was my fault.

Did Steven follow in your footsteps?

Did he look to God
for strength and guidance?

No, my troubles with Steven has...
They have nothing to do with my faith.

We belong to a very tolerant church.
Sometimes too tolerant.

I mean,
they teach that God loves everyone,

despite their failings.

And you saw Steven's homosexuality
as a failing?

I'm a prison guard.

And do you know how many times
I've walked in on men together?

Had to physically pull them apart?
It was filthy.

Well, it's filthy. I think he just wanted
to do it to piss me off.

You think your son's sexuality
was a way to anger you?

- I was trying to save him.
- From what?

From himself.

Why would you say that?

Because I gave Steven the money
to go to Miami.

- Why?
- I was trying to help him.

To go somewhere else.
Somewhere he could feel safe.

Safe from what?

What are you looking for, Sarah?

You afraid somebody's going to hear you?

Who were you protecting
your brother from? Your father?

Was your father hurting Steven?

He really believes
he was doing what's right.

So he did throw him around a little bit?

They just... They didn't see eye to eye.

Steven couldn't stay here anymore
and I had to help him get out.

Is your father hurting you, too?

- Never.
- How come?

Because she's not the one who's gay.

And how were you trying to help him?

I've been a guard for 20 years.

I know a little something
about disciplining somebody.

So, what, you thought you could
beat homosexuality out of him?

- I don't like your tone.
- Threatening this boy with tactics

you use on hardened criminals,
threatening him with his own life?

I was teaching him how to be a man.

No. You were teaching him how to kill one.

You convinced him he was worthless,
contemptible for being who he was.

And he believed you.

So he found a way to become
someone else, anyone else.

Steven isn't missing, sir.
He's the offender we're looking for.

Ten-four, send that information
to my office.

Texas plates.

Deacon Rogers never rented a car.
He drove here from Texas in this.

We put it out as a BOLO.

Agent Hotchner is taking statements
from the family of Steven Fitzgerald.

- He might be our UnSub.
- Seriously?

It's an unusual household.

- We've had his picture this whole time?
- Apparently.

Didn't know soon enough to prevent this.

One set of tire tracks in, nothing out.

Yeah, I noticed.

County spotted the vehicle
20 minutes ago, just as is.

Asphyxiated?

Why mess with a good thing?
It's clearly working for him.

This stretch of road takes you
out of the city.

If we lose Steven now,

it could take us months
to catch up with him again.

- May I?
- Knock yourself out.

What is it?

I don't know, some kind of scraps of
paper. It looks like a fast food wrapper.

It's a receipt for a youth hostel.
It's dated last night.

The name on it is Michael Aldridge.

From the looks of his sunburn,

it's a good guess
this young man was hitchhiking.

Assuming Steven's taken over
Michael's identity,

he might have hitched a ride out of here.

- He didn't drive?
- Not if Michael didn't.

He's not becoming his victims by choice.

It's his illness.
He'd have to travel the exact same way.

Hostels.

There's a few hostels
in North Miami Beach,

4 miles that way and in Seneca,
5 miles west.

Okay, we'll have to split up.
We'll take Seneca.

You take North Miami Beach.

Michael Aldridge checked in an hour ago.

- What room did you put him in?
- It's like a day room kind of thing.

Like a dormitory.

A dormitory. Full of kids?

It's pretty full.

Wait, Lopez, slow down!

The rest of my team is on their way.
We should wait.

Look, I got a nut with a gun
in a hostel full of kids.

If you want to wait, wait.

Let's go.

Get them out of here. FBI.
Nobody move, nobody panic.

Looking for Steven Fitzgerald.

You two, go. Get out of here, go.
Looking for Steven. Steven Fitzgerald.

Steven?

All of you, get out of here, go. Now!
Move. Let's go. Now! Let's go.

- Steven?
- Dude.

You, out.

Steven!

Michael? Michael Aldridge? Michael!

Yes?

What is this? What do you want?

I want you to put that bag down.
I just want to talk to you.

But I have done nothing.
I didn't do anything.

I know. I know.

There's nothing in that bag
you need, Michael.

I just want some information.
I need to find Steven.

My name is Michael. I do not know Steven.

- Yes, you do. Yes, you do.
- No. I don't know Steven.

- Yes, you do. Yes, you do.
- I don't know Steven.

- You know where he is.
- No, I don't know Steven!

I don't know Steven!

Why do you want Steven? Steven is stupid!

He's disgusting. He's filthy!

- Steven is filthy! He is filthy!
- Steven, listen to me!

Nothing is wrong with you.

Nothing, man.

Look, I'm going to show you.
Stay with me, okay?

- I'm going to put this away.
- Derek. Derek.

Steven, look at me. Look, right at me.

Steven, do you remember who Sarah is?

Sarah is your sister.
Sarah is worried about you, man.

- My sister?
- Yeah, your sister, Sarah.

Steven, she loves you.
She wants you to stop running.

- Sarah?
- Yeah.

Steven, it's okay. Put that bag down.

- I didn't do anything wrong.
- I believe you.

You did nothing wrong.

I didn't do anything wrong.
I didn't do anything wrong.

It's okay. It's okay.

- I didn't do anything wrong.
- It's okay.

I've got to do this.

You have to tell him that I didn't do
anything with those other guys.

- I never did. I never did. I never did.
- I will. I will.

I never did. I never did.

Steven, I promise you, I will tell him.

I didn't do anything.
I didn't do anything.

Let's go. Let's go.

Scary.

Yeah. I was pretty sure
he wasn't going to try anything.

Pretty sure, huh?

Well, let's call it an educated guess.

Hey, Sid, bag this for evidence.

- You like it here, huh?
- South Beach?

Come on, what's not to like?
I mean, if I'm not on duty, of course.

Anytime you're free, I can
introduce you to the real South Beach.

The stuff we locals like
to keep to ourselves.

You think you can show me a good time?

You look like mojitos, Cuban food,
Brazilian jazz.

That's not bad.

Call it an educated guess.

Come on out, papi.
I'll take good care of you.

I'll hold you to that.

Morgan, you couldn't wait?

This one's on me, Hotch.
I didn't think we had enough time.

Detective Lopez signed this
into your custody.

Thank you.

I still can't believe it.

That Charlie was gay?

No, that he thought he couldn't tell me.
That he thought he had to hide it.

I mean, I can't think of anything
I'd have cared less about

than him being gay, you know?

He was my friend and I loved him.

And all I ever would have wanted was
for him to be happy, you know?

Take care of yourself, JJ.

- You should go for him.
- What?

You'd make a cute couple.

You know what?

Hey, Will.
It's not that I didn't want them to know.

Look, I don't care about that.
It's not about the relocating,

it's not about traveling
on the weekends or some guy.

I didn't want to tell anyone

because the minute I do, it becomes...
Becomes real.

And when it becomes real, people get hurt.

And I've always run from getting hurt.
I always...

And I don't want to run anymore.
Not from you and...

JJ, just shut up.

Well, finally.

I thought she was never going to admit it.

Yeah, what's it been, like a year?

Yeah, something like that.

"If we knew each other's secrets,
what comforts we should find."

John Churton Collins.