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Previously on
Criminal Minds: Evolution...

Becca.

- Evan. Hi.
- Hi.

Law School Evan.

I think you are trying
to reignite the flame

between you and Rebecca.

I asked you two to dinner
to introduce you to my fiancée.

You're engaged.

PRENTISS:
The unsubs
in this revised network

are coming fast and furious.

ROSSI:
We've been profiling
the followers.

We need to profile the leader.

Voit's disciple.

Voit insists he'd never had
a second-in-command,

someone to take over
in his absence.

How you doing there, Lee?

What's the matter, boy?

You look like you seen a ghost.

LEWIS:
That is a next-level deepfake.

Same kind used on BAU-Gate.

VOIT: If you were my uncle,
you'd have nothing

to do with running
a network of killers.

DELRAY:
Jeff Darcy says there's an issue
that's come up in the case.

Wants to meet at his office
as soon as possible.

- Get down!
- (Delray grunts)

(gasps)

(exhales)

Man, I just had the...
weirdest dream.

It was terrible, actually.

We were driving and...

Oh, no, no, w-we had parked.

And I got shot.

Twice.

(groans softly)

(sighs)

Uh, hello?

Love of your life
just had a nightmare.

I could use a cuddle, hon.

Babe?

Hmm.

Ah, it's freezing in here.

Uh, babe, can you get me
a cup of coffee?

♪ ♪

Rebecca?

Rebecca, where are you?

Your brain is misfiring,
that's all this is.

It's just a misfire. You just--

You need to pull yourself out
of this or you're gonna spiral,

so just snap out of it,
all right? Just...

(exhales)

Oh, just wake up, okay?

Just wake... up.

(soft exhale)

(chuckling):
All right.

If anyone's listening...

...here's the thing, I'm good.

I swear, I-I don't need
the light or whatever this is.

Not now, not yet.

I have plenty of stuff
to do still.

If you know me
even a little bit,

you'd know I'm good,
I've got it.

And here's the thing,
I have lived a good life.

A great life. I have no regrets.

I have nothing... to work out.

(quietly):
Nothing to fucking work out.

(sobs)

Oh, God.

That wasn't a dream.

I'm not ready for this.
I don't want this.

I don't want to die by myself.

(shaky inhale, deep exhale)

(measured breath)

- (siren wailing)
- (ventilator hissing)

- (siren wailing)
- (ventilator hissing)

(monitors beeping steadily)

- She's in V fib.
- Charging at 200.

- Clear.
- Clear.

(zaps)

(monitor beeping)

- (paddles powering up)
- No change, let's go again.

- 300. Clear.
- Clear.

(zaps)

♪ ♪

LEWIS:
"If most of us
remain ignorant of ourselves,

"it is because self-knowledge
is painful

and we prefer
the pleasures of illusion."

Aldous Huxley.

- Have you seen Penelope?
- I assumed she went home.

Well, she's not
answering her phone.

- Well, she needs time.
- (sighs) I know.

- How you holding up?
- I'm not.

I'm heading home, too.

Unless you've got something?

Not really.

Oh, it sounds like I'm about
to put on a pot of coffee.

Well, he said it himself:

T-The show that the Disciple
put on today

was about trying
to reawaken Voit,

the killer.

Yeah, he was trying to stir up

all those old feelings
inside of him

by pretending to be his uncle

and then killing a man
with spiders

right in front of him.

- Fortunately, it didn't work.
- Not yet.

We will be ready next time.

Yeah, but there's something
about how this was staged

that-that suggests
that the Disciple

knows more about Voit
and his condition

than Orlov could've
ever told him.

What are you getting at?

The Disciple knows
that Voit's memory

is triggered by being
face to face with somebody.

This AI Cyrus is
a pretty damn good imitation.

So, what?
Someone in the hospital is--

Let's just lock everything down.
That's all I'm saying.

Let's review background checks.
The works.

Well, we could have
Voit transferred.

Or we keep him
right where he is.

M-Maybe the Disciple
comes to him.

But we'll be ready next time.

Okay. I'll go check in
with Dr. Ochoa.

(indistinct chatter)

Elias? It's late, why are you--

Shh, shh.

People always looks so peaceful

when they're like that,
don't they?

(whispering): Yes, they do.

I remember when my girls
were babies,

someone told us that they, um,

they need skin-to-skin contact.

So, after I fed them,
I'd take my shirt off

and just wrap a blanket
around us.

Never gonna have that again,
am I?

You know, it's probably time

we start talking about
next steps.

What do you mean?

I know the BAU doesn't want
you thinking about this,

they want you focused
on their investigation, but...

Elias, at some point,
you're going to prison.

So, it's important
that you work on accepting that.

Preparing for that.

I know, I understand why,
I just...

Just don't want to.

I know.

You believe
I can be different, right?

I believe you are different.

So does she.

PRENTISS:
Dr. Ochoa.

Uh, I need to speak with you,

but let me
take care of this first.

- Penelope.
- W-What?

- (Voit chuckles)
- PRENTISS: Wake up.

Oh. Wow. Um...

- May I walk you out?
- Sure.

- Sorry.
- Oh, don't-- Don't be.

And thank you.

I know it probably
sounds crazy--

- PRENTISS: It doesn't.
- But it's like...

Voit is the only one
who can possibly understand

- what's going on inside
my head right now.
- (phone ringing)

Okay, Penelope,
you don't need to--

- Rebecca.
- WILSON: Emily?

- Rebecca, what's wrong?
- Uh, it's Tara.

She's been... shot.

And Evan, too.

- Wh-- A-Are you--
- I-I'm all right.

I'm fine. Um...

We were fucking ambushed.

Okay, where are you?

(sighs) St. Colette's Hospital.

And, um, Evan looks as if
he's going to be all right.

They said t-the bullet just
passed through his shoulder.

But, uh, Tara, sh-she was...

she was shot twice.

- And she's still in surgery.
- We're on our way.

Okay, what?

DR. BADAL:
Forceps.

ASSISTANT:
Yes.

DR. BADAL:
Let's try a little exploratory.

Sponge stick.

- (indistinct chatter)
- (monitors beeping)

♪ ♪

(monitors beeping distantly)

(shaky breath)

(monitors beeping)

(echoing):
Mom?

You didn't think I'd let you go
through this alone, did you?

Come. Sit.

You know, I'd ask you
how you're doing, but...

...I already know the answer.

(unsteady inhale)

I'm dying.

We don't have much time.

But first, I...

I do need to ask a favor.

Can we go somewhere else?

Anywhere.

Just as long as it's...

not so...

sad.

Thank you. This is much better.

Y-You know why I'm here, right?

Apparently, most people
experience something like this.

Wait, did you?

Well, my mother helped me,
too, but...

maybe it's
a mother/daughter tradition.

Wow. Don't get much of it
in real life,

and then right before you die,
bonus round.

- There it is.
- What?

You making a joke
out of everything.

I-- I wasn't being funny.

You also weren't being honest.

You made a lot of memories,
Tara.

Not enough, but...

Have you forgotten
all of the good?

It's pretty hard, Mom,

when the bad
was so incredibly bad.

Have you forgotten that?

Something happens on this side.

You figure out
all of the mistakes,

the big ones, the little ones.

They're part of being human.

It's how you handle them
that matters.

So, what, you think

you took responsibility
for your behavior?

Maybe I didn't give you
every reason

for every decision that I made,

for every mistake, but...

I owned them,

and I moved on.

Or else I'd get stuck.

Like you.

(chuckles)

Okay, I-I-- I'm-- I'm not stuck.

All right? In case you
haven't been watching lately,

my life is great.

I love my job,
I have a girlfriend...

- Rebecca?
- Yeah.

Does she love you, too?

Yes, she does.

Really? It doesn't look like it.

See, that's what I mean.

You're still having a hard time
with commitment.

What part of "we live together"
is confusing to you?

Month-to-month lease?

- It's practical.
- It's noncommittal.

Okay, I-I-I do not want
to do this.

Yeah. You do.

No, I don't.
I do not want to fight

with my dead mother.

Yes, you do.

You have to fight.

You have to fight!

DR. BADAL:
Two projectiles
causing open pneumothoraxes.

- ASSISTANT: Yes, Doctor.
- First projectile exited

left of the thoracic spine,

but the second is lodged
in the abdominal aorta.

We have intravascular
bullet embolization.

We're gonna have
to move on this quickly.

Forceps.

(indistinct announcement
over PA)

- GARCIA: Thank you.
- PRENTISS: Yeah, of course.

(sighing):
Hey.

- I haven't heard anything new.
- Okay, what happened?

(sighs)
Voit's lawyer, Jeff Darcy,

asked Tara, me and Evan
to go to his office

to talk about something
that came up new in the case.

- PRENTISS: What?
- I have no fucking idea.

A-And then we got there,

and we were walking
toward the elevator,

and then this man
just came out of nowhere...

And Tara saw him first, and then
she pushed me out of the way.

Okay, we're here for you.
We're here for you.

Thank you. (sniffles)

And, um... Oh, God.

The man with the gun.

He was wearing
a Yase-Otoko mask.

ROSSI:
Goddamn.

- Shooter was lying in wait.
- (inhales)

Why would I trust anybody
willing to represent Voit?

What the fuck do we know
about this Jeff Darcy?

We know that he's dead.

D.C. Metro had a warrant
to enter his office,

and they found him
sitting there at his desk.

Bullet hole, point-blank
to the back of his head.

Wearing a Yase-Otoko mask.

Staged just like Orlov.
And his office was ransacked.

Ransacked?

That's a bit off, isn't it?

Our profile suggests
the violence

the Disciple is willing
to commit is meant

to provoke a response from Voit.

It's not cover for
some kind of smash-and-grab.

(approaching footsteps)

Uh, tonight, uh,
this so-called "Disciple"

staged an attack
on one of our own.

So, now, we should assume
we're all targets.

Accordingly, I have assigned
protective details

to all of your homes,
and the hospital.

Question. Who's tired?

(Prentiss sighs)

Nobody's tired?

(chuckles)
We've been up all night.

We haven't showered or changed.
I'm starting to stink.

But nobody wants to go home?
Go to bed?

Fine. I'll say it.

I'm tired.

I'm tired
of this group of assholes

coordinating in ways
we can't predict.

Because it makes
a mockery of our skills

as law enforcement agents.

But you know
what I'm tired of the most?

I'm tired of him.

However,
given the circumstances...

...we need every resource
at our disposal.

Even if we don't like them.

I'm too tired to be polite.

Which means
I can't tell any of you

that this will work.

I can't tell you we're
going to catch the bad guy,

or the good guy's gonna
make it out of surgery.

We can't afford to have

that kind of wishful thinking
right now.

So, I'm gonna ask you again.

Who's tired?

Okay. That's more like it.

So here's what we're gonna do.

We are going to acknowledge
our collective exhaustion.

And then we're gonna
think of Tara.

And every time we feel tired,

we are gonna remember
where she is

and what she's going through.

And then we're going
to get back to work.

Any questions?

Good.
Now let's do our fucking jobs.

(sighs)

♪ ♪

Rebecca?

Yes?

I'm Michelle, Evan's fiancée.

- Oh...
- I got here as soon as I could.

- Evan's gonna be all right.
- (Michelle sighs)

Dr. Weisberg said they may even
be able to release him tonight.

- Oh, thank God.
- Yeah.

Wait, h-how's Tara?

Uh... I don't know.

They haven't given me
an update in a while.

- (sniffles)
- I can't believe this.

Do you have any idea
who would hurt them?

Oh, God, I wish I knew.

Would it be--

Would it be all right if, um...

Can I-- Can I hug you?

Oh, yeah.

♪ ♪

(clicks mouse)

(typing)

(clicks)

JJ:
Okay, now maybe it's nothing,

but the unsub shoots Tara twice,
center mass.

- You see that?
- Yeah, unfortunately, I do.

JJ:
Okay, and then he turns to Evan.

And right... right there,

he hesitates.

Then re-aims,

and shoots Evan in the shoulder.

Why... why stop,
why not take the kill shot?

Wait, can we just--

To right before he shoots him?

Yeah. Yeah...

It's weird, it seems
like they make eye contact.

Yeah.

Almost like they...

know each other.

Um, how is Agent Lewis?

(clears throat) Uh...

Last I heard, she was
still in surgery, so...

That's not fair.
She's such a good person.

Yeah. She is.

I know what
you're thinking, it's...

it's weird
that we're sitting here

talking like old friends

after all the shit
I put you through.

(monitors beeping)

(ventilator hissing)

(surgeons chatting indistinctly)

DR. BADAL:
Okay.

- All right, where
are those blood bags?
- ASSISTANT: Coming right up.

DR. BADAL:
Okay, let's go inspect
a little bit more.

I'm sure there's--

CAROLINE:
Look at you.

You not only work for the FBI,

you're in its most elite unit.

Ever wonder why?

I don't know.

Because I'm driven, ambitious?

- Formidable.
- (chuckles softly)

I'll take it.

- A workaholic.
- Hey.

But, also, completely accurate.

(Lewis sighs)

I love this.

We're not fighting.

Did I just jinx it?

I know you're all these things,

but I don't know
if you understand why.

What, you want me
to break down my origin story?

No, I was there, remember?
I helped write it.

It's everything
that's happened since I left.

That's what
we need to talk about.

You're a high-functioning
overachiever

who became a fixer
to avoid grief.

But unprocessed heartbreak
like yours?

It weighs you down.

Yeah, okay, but it also
m-made me who I am.

So, honestly,
I wouldn't change a thing.

Really? Nothing?

Well, it would've been great

if you'd told me
you were dying of cancer

a hell of a lot sooner.

I was trying to protect you
because you'd have left school.

Mom, I needed more time
with you.

Yes, and that made you angry.

Of course it did.

- But you didn't get angry.
- (scoffs)

What was I supposed to do?

I couldn't get angry at you,
you were dying.

You couldn't back then,
but you have to now.

You have to let it all out.

- (shaky breath)
- (monitors beeping distantly)

DR. BADAL:
We got a bleeder.

- Suction.
- SURGEON: Not ready.

- (hissing)
- DR. BADAL: Clamp.

Come on...

- We're losing her.
- (flatline sounding)

(knocking at door)

- You wanted to see me?
- I did. Please.

Uh, I wanted to let you know
that we are going to be

reviewing the background checks
on your staff.

And I'm going to recommend
that your nursing staff

be completely turned over
every two weeks.

A new nursing staff
every two weeks?

(stammers) That's impossible.

Unfortunately, it has become an
unavoidable security precaution.

Okay. Well, what about me?

Your reputation precedes you.

Still, has anyone
approached you?

No. Agent Prentiss,
even if someone did,

I swore an oath
to protect my patients.

I would never talk about Elias
with anyone.

I want to trust you, Doctor.

But I can't take any chances

when the lives of my team
are at stake.

- I do understand.
- Thank you.

I also wanted
to ask you something.

Sure.

Based on the progress Voit made,

when he worked
with Penelope Garcia

building the computer,

and given Agent Green's
personal history with Voit,

I was wondering
what you thought--

What I thought about Elias

continuing to work
with Agent Green?

Took the words
right out of my mouth.

(sighing):
Well...

from what Elias has shared
with me, I think...

I think it just might be the
best thing for both of them.

Anything popping out at you?

No, just a bunch of people
who died

because they crossed paths
with me.

All these people. My lawyer.

Now maybe Lewis.

It's like
I'm a serial killer again,

only my MO
is twisted collateral damage.

Yeah, you're like a disease.

You said it yourself, actually.

"A social contagion."

Y-you probably don't
remember that, right?

No, I do not.

But, um, when I told you
about Alison,

- there was something else that--
- Just...

Told me all I need.

- Okay.
- (phone buzzes)

Analysis came back
on the spent casings

we recovered from the garage
where Tara was shot.

- You want to take a look?
- Sure.

- Oof.
- What's that look like to you?

Looks like Mr. Lonelyheart.

Who?

It's this guy, he called himself
Mr. Lonelyheart.

He wanted to leave these casings
at murder scenes

as, like, little love notes.

He was an incel, I had
to kick him off the network.

Why?
Killing's fun, misogyny isn't?

No.

Because he posted a rant
on the network

and then posted
the exact same rant

on a public forum, verbatim.

Sort of digital footprint
would've crippled the network,

so h-he had to go.

What's the public forum?

It's one of those
pickup artist websites

where they give you great advice
on how to "pick up chicks."

- GARCIA: Hey.
- Any news?

Well, they're letting
Evan out tonight, thankfully.

Uh, still working on Tara.

But Rebecca is talking
to a doctor,

so fingers crossed, good news.

- I hope so.
- (notification chirps)

Listen, I, uh, I thought I could
handle this on my own,

but I'm in your office
trying to run a search.

- You're in my office?
- Yeah, I didn't want
to bother you.

Yeah, I-I get that,

but y-you don't have access
to my computer.

Yeah, well, I know that now.

Oh, mere mortal,
did you think you could hack it?

I thought it wouldn't be locked.

Anyway, uh, hold on.

He thought
it wouldn't be locked?

He thought it wouldn't...

All right,
what are we looking for?

Um, I think I may have
a lead on Tara's shooter.

And it all comes down to
a posting by a Mr. Lonelyheart

on a website
called nowshesyours.com

- I'm texting you the link now.
- (outgoing text whoosh)

- (received text whoosh)
- Oh...

Men are pigs.

That's true.

Uh, still though,
can I get a IP trace?

'Kay. Let's find us
this piglet.

(doll squeaks)

Are you touching my stuff?

Nope. Nope.

Nope.

PRENTISS:
This is the man
you think shot Tara?

Maybe. His name's Robert Kinney.

And Voit remembered him?

Voit remembered the hearts he
likes to carve into his bullets.

And his misogynist rantings
on a pickup artist website.

And since this guy spent
last year behind bars

for assaulting a woman,
his DNA's in the system.

So, I'm having that run against

the two DNA samples
we recovered from the mask.

You seem hesitant.

Is there a reason why
we shouldn't be

bringing him in for questioning?

First, he's got no address.
Just a P.O. Box.

But the other thing is,

the DA who put Bob Kinney
away the first time...

was this guy.

- Huh.
- Could be why
they targeted him.

Could be.

But... didn't you think
the shooter and Evan

shared this
kind of curious moment?

I did.

And didn't Tara think that Evan
was interested in Rebecca again?

Yeah, she thought
it was peacocking.

Yeah. It's a classic
pickup artist technique.

Same kind you'd find
on that very same website

Kinney posted on.

Again, coincidence.

Plus, Evan's engaged.

Right. But some guys can't
get out of their own way.

He might be one of them.

So, I pulled his records,

and he filed a request
to work at Quantico,

where an old flame of his works.

And where he gets access
to everything he needs to know

about this new
serial killer network.

How they operate,
the masks they wear.

Tyler, are-are you really
trying to convince us

that Evan Delray is part
of the Sicarius network?

No. I'm... suggesting

that Evan may have helped
stage Tara's shooting

to look like
the Sicarius network did it.

So, you think he hired Kinney

to shoot Tara twice
and shoot him,

then frame the network?

- That's a hell of a story.
- Uh-huh.

It is, but are you familiar
with the Stuart case

up in Boston?

Husband kills wife

in what looks like
an attempted carjacking.

But he really just shot his wife

and himself
to make it look good.

And in this case, you think Evan

wants to get Tara out of the way

so he can have Rebecca
all to himself...?

PRENTISS:
Yeah, Tyler, I'm not inclined
to accuse a DOJ lawyer

of conspiracy to commit murder

without some
irrefutable evidence.

You mean like Evan's DNA?

On what?

The mask, on Jeff Darcy.

I'm running it now.

How did you get Evan's DNA?

Touch DNA, on Voit's paperwork.

Jesus.

But if you're right...

Thank you.

(shaky breath)

Becca--

Evan, my God.

All right. Ooh, ooh, careful.

These drugs aren't that good.

(sighs) Sorry. Um, here, come.

You know, Michelle is here.

She just went
to go get us some coffee,

but she'll be right back.
(sniffles)

- Hey.
- (groans)

It's okay.

(sighs)

Yours was the first face
I wanted to see.

I am so sorry.

Oh, my God, no. No, no, no.

It's not your fault.

I'm just so glad you're okay.

How's Tara?

(sighs) Um...

They got the bullets out.

But, uh, still...

I mean...

What if, you know...

- Hey.
- (sniffles)

No matter what happens next,

we're gonna
get through it together.

Okay?

You're safe.

I'm not going anywhere.

(shaky breath, inhales deeply)

Yeah.

Promise.

DR. BADAL:
Uh, forceps, please.

- (medical tools rattling)
- Trying to find the...

Here we go, to me.

- Can I get more suction?
- ASSISTANT: Yes, Doctor.

DR. BADAL:
Okay, here,
remove the hemostats,

but maintain compression there.

ASSISTANT:
Okay.

DR. BADAL:
I see the bleeding point.

ASSISTANT:
I see that, too.

DR. BADAL:
I'm going to tether it
with a Prolene stitch.

(monitors beeping, echoing)

How does all of this
make you feel?

Numb.

You're not angry?

What is it with you and anger?

You skipped that stage of grief.

- (monitors beeping steadily)
- (ventilator hissing)

I did not want
to come back here.

CAROLINE:
And yet, you brought us back.

LEWIS:
This is the last day
that I saw you alive.

It was even worse
than when you died.

But you didn't cry.

You didn't yell, or...

scream into a pillow.

Well, I-- I didn't know
how to process

any of it, I-I still don't.

But I hated
that you weren't here.

For so many reasons.

I-- You never got to see
who I became.

I couldn't come to you
for advice, or a hug.

But you know what
really pissed me off?

Was what happened
to Dad and Gabriel.

They were lost without you.

And so they drank.

They drank until they
didn't feel that loss anymore.

And I tried, Mom, but I could
not fill the void that you left.

I couldn't save them.

I am so sorry.

(trauma team
chatting indistinctly)

(monitor beeping steadily)

DR. BADAL:
All right.

Blood loss contained. (sighs)

Now let's close up this hole.

(groans) You know, that is
cruel and unusual punishment

for you guys to be drinking that
in front of a guy

who can only have,
like, ice chips.

- (laughter)
- Well, the punishment's on us.

- This isn't great.
- (phone rings)

Oh.

Oh, my sister. Sorry.

Hey, Meg.

Yeah, yeah, he's okay.

Well, he'll be in a sling
for a while,

but they're telling us
that he should be

discharged any minute now,
so, yeah.

She seems great.

- She is.
- (chuckles softly)

She reminds me of you.

So, talk to me, tell me, uh...

all the dark places that
your mind is taking you tonight.

Just... how can I
forgive myself?

For what?

The last words I said to Tara
were a dig.

You know, I was teasing her
about how she can't...

- Let her guard down.
- Yeah.

But now, it's...

I don't care about any of that,
I just want her to be all right.

You know, Becca,
you really should go home.

No. How could I leave?

Tara is gonna take time to heal.

I'm about to get discharged,

so we could
go back to your house,

you can rest
and I can keep my eye on you.

No, I can't.

Hey.

You got to take care
of yourself, too.

Hey.

Oh, thank you for coming.

Yeah, yeah. We had to
make sure you were okay.

JJ:
Hey.

WILSON:
Hey.

Also, there's been
a development in the case.

So, we need to take Evan
and have him

review some photo evidence.

Yeah.
Sure, a-any way I can help.

ALVEZ:
Great.

ALVEZ:
You recognize this guy?

Yeah. Yeah, Bob Kinney.

- Uh, total whackjob.
- (Alvez chuckles)

You think he's the shooter?

We do.

So I was the target?

Certainly a possibility.

(groans)

You seriously
can't be thinking...

(sighs)

All right.

Jesus.

I know this game. All right?

I got a history
with the shooter,

so y-you're trying
to figure out...

whether I was in on it,
or if I'm a victim.

Your DNA is on the mask

that was left
on Jeff Darcy's dead body.

What the fuck?

Oh, Luke, come on.

T-There's no way that--
It's obviously been planted.

How?

Well, I don't fucking know.

Look, I-I... (sighs)

I get how this sounds.

I-I can hear myself saying it.

How a guy I arrested shot me
through the shoulder

after he shot Tara twice--

And Rebecca, not even once.

Yeah, I-I can't-- I--

I cannot explain it.

And I don't need to.

I need to talk to my lawyer.

♪ ♪

JJ showed you the surveillance
tape of the shooting?

Yeah, she did.

We suspect
that the look between the--

The masked man and Evan was more

- than just recognition?
- Mm.

We believe that Evan Delray
hired Robert Kinney

to kill Tara.

M-Motive?

Romantic rivalry.

Well, there's easier ways
to get rid of a romantic rival.

There are.

And that's what's bugging you.

I'll bet you found
some of Evan's DNA

where you didn't expect it.

On a mask.

Planted
on your dead lawyer's body.

(chuckles softly)

Well...

that is what I would do.

That's why I'm here.

I'm worried that the Disciple
is using all of this to, uh,

twist us into knots,

uh, distract us from
what's really going on here.

Well, what was going on
in that garage?

Darcy called a meeting
at 10:30 at night?

He did.

He said he-he found something

related to both Tara

and Rebecca and that

it was important enough
they should meet ASAP.

Darcy's place was tossed,
wasn't it?

You think Darcy found something?

Something the Disciple
needed time to catch and kill.

But what about Evan's DNA?

I-I don't know.

Does he have a wife?
A girlfriend?

If it were me, I'd start there.

No. Evan's DNA
must have been planted.

There's no other explanation.

Okay, so how would someone

- have--
- Well, how should I know?

I mean, we've never done any

of those DNA sites
or anything like that.

We're super cautious.

- Let me show you something.
- (sighs)

Have you seen this man before?

I have.

He...

he came to the house
the other day.

He was wearing a uniform.

He said that there was
a gas leak next door

and he needed
to double-check our place.

So you let him in?

Yes.

And I was on a Zoom.

He went into the laundry room...

And took some
of Evan's clothing.

Wouldn't he need spit
or something like that?

No.

One touch is all he'd need.

(elevator bell dings)

JJ:
Dave.

Garcia found security footage
of Bob Kinney's car

right outside
of Evan and Michelle's home.

- She run the plates?
- She did.

Put out an APB.

They found him.

Casing was found at the scene.

Anybody want to wager whose DNA
gets planted on that one?

You were right.

The Disciple really had us--

me, really-- chasing our tails.

But it means
that whatever Darcy found buried

in Voit's case file,
it was important enough

that the Disciple staged
this scavenger hunt.

It's got to be a clue
to his identity.

I'd say it's got to be the clue.

There are duplicate copies
of Voit's case files.

We just have
to start going over them again.

But what are we looking for?

Something in Voit's past
that ties him together

with Tara and Rebecca.

- This whole thing is insane.
- GARCIA: Won't get

no argument from us.

Rebecca, do you recall
anything in Voit's past

that may have overlapped
with yours in any--

Ugh, no, I'm sorry.

Emily, I just-- I'm too...

- Tired?
- Oh, God,

that's not even
a big enough word.

Can you ask me again, um...

maybe when Tara's...

- Yes. Of course.
- (door opens)
- Uh, it looks like

we're gonna get an update.

(Rebecca sighs)

Agent Lewis is out of surgery.

- Oh!
- Oh, thank God.
- However,

she remains
in critical condition.

So, for now,
we're keeping her in the ICU.

- (softly): 'Kay.
- (sighs)

Now, to be quite honest
with you,

Agent Lewis's prognosis is
not what we might've hoped for.

And I think
it would be for the best

to let her immediate family
know,

so that they may be able
to see her as soon as possible.

What are her chances?

It's...

- truly so difficult to quantify.
- (sniffles)

But, I'd say, uh,

over the next few hours,

it's all going to come down
to how strong she is.

- GARCIA: Thank you.
- Yeah.

Okay.

Okay.

(sighs, shudders)

- (monitor beeping steadily)
- (ventilator hissing)

♪ ♪

(sighs)

You know, this, um...

this weird thing happens
when someone dies.

When the-the life
that you had with them...

...the only life
you'd ever known...

(sniffles)

...ends.

It's, uh...

It-It's the little things,
you know? Like, um...

Like the phone rings or...

...someone honks their horn
and you're like...

(shuddering)

"H-How...

how can you all just go on?"

(shuddering)

The world needs to stop
and-and feel what I'm feeling.

The world needs to know
I'm not okay.

But it... (sniffles)

...it doesn't.
It doesn't stop.

(sighs)
It just goes on, and...

...eventually, people
stop asking how you're doing.

Especially if you're not crying
or talking about it.

They just...

They don't want to bring it up.

They don't want to know

what it was like for me.

A motherless daughter.

(sighs)

(shudders)

So I just...

(sighs)
I pushed it all down.

Because the only person

who could've helped me
through all that grief was you.

(breathing shakily)

Before I died,

I worried that this loss
would affect how you loved.

I knew it would set the stage

for every other relationship
to follow.

But I didn't know
it would close you off to love.

To that falling.

Not stumbling.

That... losing control

and choosing of true commitment.

REBECCA:
I don't know if you can hear me.

But I'm here.

(sighs)
So...

(breathing shakily)

...no matter
how scared you are...

...no matter how hurt you are...

...I'm here.

Do you understand?

And I'll be here...

...until you open your eyes.

Tara?

♪ ♪

(sighs)

(inhales deeply)

(exhales, sniffles)

♪ ♪

I-I poisoned Cyrus
with naproxen.

I watched him die.

His body was found
as you'd hoped.

Dead. From kidney failure.

PRENTISS:
Captain Ballard told me

when they luminol'd
Cyrus' cabin,

it lit up
"like the 4th of July."

Yeah, but they only identified
one body.

Maria Jones?

PRENTISS:
That's right.

(grunting)

(yells)

(pants)

She's the connection.

- Maria?
- Yeah.

She's the one person
that connects me to Rebecca.

(sighs)

Rebecca prosecuted the wrong man
for her death, right?

Silvio Herrera's
not the Disciple.

Okay, that's
not what I'm saying.

He now speaks on behalf
of a victims' advocacy group.

Okay. Great.

All I'm saying is,

if Jeff found something
that ties back

to me, Rebecca, and Tara,

it has to do with that case.

Look, we've been
all over those records.

Darcy must've found
something out there.

PRENTISS:
All right.

I'll check in
with Captain Ballard,

and maybe he can help us.

(monitor beeping steadily)

(ventilator hissing)

(muffled beeping)

This is where
you gather the evidence

and build a profile.

(sighs) That's right.

♪ ♪

Caroline Lewis was

a loving mother,

a devoted wife

in a miserable marriage.

And despite a fierce

and prolonged battle...

...died way too soon.

She left behind her husband,

a son,

and a devoted daughter.

Tara.

A young woman

smarter than she ever was.

Who is full of life and love

and loyalty.

A strong woman

who has dedicated her life
to helping those around her.

To fighting the wrongs
of the world and...

to holding those responsible
accountable.

To being fierce.

My hero.

♪ ♪

Just so you know,

don't worry so much
about making mistakes.

(stammers)
Like what?

While Rebecca
is telling you who you are,

she's also telling you
who she is,

what it is she wants.

You're not the only one
who wants to feel...

protected in a relationship.

Yeah.

Look, I know your dad and I

weren't
the picture-perfect marriage.

But we loved one another.

In our own way.

Just don't spend your life alone

because you're looking
for perfection...

...or because you're afraid
to do the hard work.

You've been alive longer
than I've been dead,

and it's time
for you to help you.

You hear me?

I do.

(inhales)

(sighs)

I love you, Mommy.

I love you, too, sweetheart.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪

So, your Captain Ballard and I
have double- and triple-checked

the records
for the Silvio Herrera case.

Nothing is missing.

Meaning there's
no lead out there

that has not
been followed up on.

- But?
- But I did send your request

to the sheriff's departments
in Durham,

Wade, and Granville Counties,

asking for anything that they
might have on this Cyrus LeBrun.

No stone unturned.

DELRAY:
It's gonna be a waste of time.

We're talking about, what, uh,

a traffic violation

or a welfare check
from 20 years ago?

Things get missed.

Yeah.

Tell me about it.

PRENTISS:
(groans) Evan,

we-we can't apologize enough

- for putting you through--
- It-It's-- Emily.

Jesus, I get it.

If I'm honest with myself,

given what-what you guys
had to go on,

I would've done
the same thing to me.

Still, we owe you one.

I'll hold you to it.

(door opens)

They'll be here any second.

- Oh!
- GARCIA: Come on!

Very exciting.

♪

ROSSI:
There she is!

- Tara!
- Oh!

Oh, welcome! Welcome back!

So happy to see you.

It is not the same without you.

PRENTISS:
Y-Yes, but...

don't you even think
about coming back to work yet.

Oh, I-I wouldn't dream of it.

Although, since you brought it
up, have you gotten any leads

- on the--
- What did I just say?

- (chuckles) I'm-I'm sorry.
- (chuckles softly)

DELRAY:
All right, tell us,

how's your patient doing?

Oh, she's running errands

every time I look away.

Uh, if there is one thing

that we all know
about Tara Lewis,

it is that she's
physically incapable

- of sitting still.
- PRENTISS: Mm-hmm.

LEWIS:
Yeah, well,

um, there's a-a reason for that.

Oh.

God, it's hot in here.
Are you guys hot?

- (exhales)
- I think you

just overexerted yourself
getting in and out of the car.

- (exhales)
- That's what happened.

No, I-I don't--
I don't think that's it.

Uh, Dave,
can-can you help me up?

ROSSI:
Mm. Mm.

Thank you.

(Lewis sucks air through teeth,
exhales)

(grunts) Thanks.

(sniffs)

Um...

I-I wanted to see everyone

because I-I have
an announcement.

Uh...

when I was recuperating,

I had a lot of time to think.

You know? And it's amazing
how a near-death experience

can really-really focus in

on what you're missing in life,
you know?

And I realized
what I'm missing...

...is you.

What?

Rebecca, this team...

...they're my family.

They're my chosen family.

And...

that's why I needed to ask you
this in front of them.

- Oh.
- (chuckling, gasping)

REBECCA:
Hold on.

(Rossi chuckles)

- Hold on. (stammers)
- (chuckles)

Rebecca...

...will you marry me?

("Stand by Me"
by Denmark + Winter playing)

Are you sure?

I'm not afraid anymore.

(chuckles):
Then yes.

Oh! Oh!

- Oh!
- (laughter)

♪ Is the only light we'll see ♪

- (laughs)
- ♪ No, I won't ♪

♪ Be afraid ♪

♪ No, I won't be afraid ♪

(chuckles)

(exclaims in Italian)

(cheering)

- GARCIA: What he said!
- (laughing)

Okay, yeah.

♪ So, darling ♪

♪ Stand ♪

♪ By me ♪

♪ Stand ♪

♪ By me ♪

♪ Stand ♪

♪ By me ♪

♪ Stand ♪

♪ By me ♪

♪ When the night has come ♪

♪ And the land is dark ♪

♪ And the moon ♪

♪ Is the only light we'll see ♪

♪ No, I won't ♪

♪ Be afraid ♪

♪ No, I won't be afraid ♪

♪ Just as long ♪

♪ As you stand ♪

♪ By me. ♪