A/N: I'm not gonna lie, I don't like this chapter at all. It isn't at all what I wanted but I felt bad not posting in a long time. In all honestly, I didn't want to post this. Either way, PLEASE READ THE A/N AT THE END!

**Takes place after the last deleted scene**

"I don't want to do this." Morgan mumbled, staring through the window at Emmett. He unconsciously grinded his teeth, his jaw clenched almost painfully.

"If we can get him to own up to as much as possible than Sophia won't have to stand trial."

"Yeah Hotch, I'm well aware of that. But it doesn't exactly make it any easier. I want his ass in the chair as much as you do. He's raped and murdered enough women that if anyone deserves it, it's him. It's just, well, to be completely honest I'm not sure if I trust myself in that room."

Hotch nodded, knowing exactly what Morgan was hinting at. "I'll be out here the whole time. Just focus on getting a confession to hiring Brandon and any abuse he committed to Sophia. Anything you can get him to confess to will be helpful. Besides, doing this means there's a chance Sophia won't have to take to the stand."

Morgan let out a loud sigh, running his hand over his head. He stared intently at Emmett, taking in his relaxed pose, his arm thrown lazily over the chair and his feet stretched out in front of him. He looked smug, tapping his fingers mindlessly on the table in front of him, his head resting on the flat palm of his other hand.

"Fine." He answered begrudgingly, turning sharply on his heels and heading towards the door. He stepped into the room, quietly shutting the door behind him, noting how cold the room felt in comparison to the rest of the FBI building.

"Why if it isn't Agent Derek Morgan." Emmett sat up at attention, pulling his seat closer to the metal table.

"Glad to see I have your undivided attention." Morgan muttered as he sat down across from him.

"Let me guess, you're here to ask me to sign a confession. You want me to sign my own death certificate and send me to the chair. I'm sorry to inform you that I am not going down without having some more fun. I know I'll be found guilty in court. Hell, I've already accepted that I'll be dead in a few months from lethal injection. I'm fine with that."

Morgan couldn't believe what he was hearing. He gripped the pad of paper tighter in his hands, the pages crinkling slightly under the pressure. Emmett picked up on this instantly, smiling broadly at the agent in front of him.

"Come on, you can't blame me. I mean, I'm going to die. Why can't I have some more fun? Let me relive one of my greatest achievements once more before I kick the bucket, eh? Besides, I can't help myself – this is my last chance to have some more fun with Sophia." Emmett's smile seemed to grow exponentially as he spoke, taking in Morgan's tense posture and obvious irritation.

"Let's get one thing straight," Morgan said as he leaned in closer, "you will never see Sophia or the courtroom. I will not leave this room until I can guarantee that. I've got all the time in the world."

Emmett rolled his eyes and leaned back as far as his chair would allow. Morgan began asking questions while Emmett just sat there, refusing to respond to anything. He picked at his nails, rattled his hand-cuffs, tapped his foot, doing anything he could do to 'entertain' himself.

"You're not very talkative. No wondered Sophia picked Reid over you. I mean, there's really no comparison in term of personality or in the bedroom."

"Fuck him! You really think he's better than me!?"

"Yes." Morgan answered, trying not to show his surprise at Emmett's sudden burst of anger.

"Why? Cuz he's a fucking FBI agent? That means shit!" Morgan smiled a little. He had finally got him talking.

"No, because he doesn't have to use physical force to get a little."

Emmett started laughing. "A real man doesn't need to ask. He can get whatever the hell he wants. A man doesn't do what other's tell him to do."

"Really? So then how exactly does you get Brandon? He's certainly bigger than you."

"Brandon's not a man. He's a fucking pussy who can't stand up for himself." Emmett leaned back, crossing his arms over his chest. "Couldn't even get a girl half his size." He muttered, looking over at the one-way mirror. He smiled and waved, knowing the Reid must be on the other side.

"He's not there, you know. And you'll never see him and Sophia ever again." Morgan stood up from his seat trying desperately not to smile at Emmett's confused face. "I've got enough from you. Confessing to hiring Brandon, rape, battery, assault."

"I never admitted to any of that shit! You have no proof of what I did to that fucking bitch! And she got everything she fucking deserved!" Emmett screamed from his seat, yanking on his handcuffs.

"Really?"

"Yeah. She deserved to have the shit beat out of her. I don't give a shit what you all think of her. She's worth nothing and that's exactly how I treated her." Emmett was seething, his teeth gritted and eyebrows scrunched tight. Morgan could see the muscles bulging in his arms.

Morgan walked towards the door, stopping with his hand on the knob. "You might want to sit here and think about all that you've really

admitted to." With that Morgan walked out of the room, stopping at Hotch's side.

"He confessed to hiring Brandon. Good job. With that along with the videos that Garcia compiled from his computer and the evidence of stalking we have enough for the death penalty. I'll make sure it's enough to not have Sophia on the witness list. Even if it means playing up the emotional damages."

Morgan nodded. "And Reid?"

Hotch sighed. "He'll need to be in court regardless of whether or not he was Sophia's boyfriend; they're going to call on him for evidence from both of Sophia's cases." Hotch placed a hand on Morgan's shoulder and gave it a squeeze. "You did a good job."

"Then why don't I feel better?"

A/U: Hi everyone! I just wanted to give everyone a super quick rundown with what's been going down with me and why I haven't been posting and what will happen in the future. I had started student teaching but sadly had to stop after having a severe panic attack that left me rather ill and honestly absolutely terrified. I had never had a panic attack before and for those who have never had one, it isn't something I would wish upon my worst enemy.

So I came home and will sadly be graduating with only my English degree and not along with my education degree. So now I'm home, waiting for May to go back to school to walk and grab my lovely diploma. So I've been applying for jobs like a madman, taking up most of my time.

So, needless to say, I haven't been posting anything for quite some time…So, with all this being said I'm trying to make a decision that will now be in your hands.

I have a few more "deleted scenes" that can be posted but they all need some work and time. I also have another Sophia/Reid story that is case-based with a touch of wedding-planning. Which would you like me to spend my time on? Should I keep working on these deleted scenes or should I just let "It's All Over" be…over? J