*here's a second update in order to celebrate my dad coming home from deployment today*

jupiter aria reid

i glared at the man through the double paned window as i watched rossi drill into him. i lean against the table scanning over his whole body. rossi walks back into the room, looking over at me.

"it's not him."

"what? jup it-" jj starts.

"no, i mean...it is. but it isn't." i sigh looking through the case files.

my eyes stick to kyles photo for a moment before i feel rossi's hand on my back.

"you alright?"

i shake my head before clearing my throat.

"just...trust me on this. rollins didn't kill kyle. the first two definitely. but he didn't kill kyle."

"jupiter, he just confessed to doing it." rossi argues, making me shake my head even further.

"he confessed because he thinks if he does it's going to get him the deal. that's what he cares about right now, the deal. he knows he's going down anyways, he doesn't care. he wants to keep himself safe and if framing himself is the way to do it, then that's what he's gonna do."i say, attempting to reason.

they both pause when hotch walks in. i see the file in hotch's hand and i hold my hand out. he stares at me for a moment before handing me the papers, i take them out, glancing them over. and before anyone could stop me, i open the door to the interrogation room, rollins looks over at me, and his eyes linger on my stomach for far longer than i'd like.

"my name's agent aria, and i've got your deal." i state sliding the paper onto the table.

he tears his eyes from my stomach, down to the paper, and back up to my eyes.

"club fed." i say, taking a seat in front of him.

"where is that?" he hesitates.

"any federal prison of your choice in new jersey...where's kyle murphy?" i ask as he looks through the papers.

he looks up at me for a moment before his gaze shifts around the room. then he straightens his posture slightly, a clear tell.

"i threw him in the river."

i cocked my eyebrow, leaning back into the chair.

"you didn't take him back to the woods?" i ask, placing my hands on my bump.

"no. i didn't have time." he says, and i nod my head, my suspicions confirmed.

"you threw him in the delaware river?"

"yes." he nods.

"he could be anywhere." i shrug.

"how far along are you?" he asks, looking down at my stomach.

i scoff, shaking my head.

"we may never find him." i continue, ignoring his previous question.

he sighs, nodding his head.

"i guess that's true." he says blankly.

no emotion at all. no form of pride, no feeling of accomplishment. i lean forward and he backs up slightly, his eyes wide.

"you didn't throw him in the river, you need more control than that. you need to know exactly where the body is so you can go back and live it over and over again....tell. me. the truth." i seethe, standing up from the chair and slamming my palm onto the table.

he stammers and his eyes flicker back and forth. his lip slightly quivering and his back straight against the chair. i scoff, slamming my hand onto the table and snatching the papers from him, leaving the room.

"aria you can't just-"

"he's lying. he didn't kill kyle, hotch. i know it, okay? he did not kill kyle."

hotch pauses, letting out a sigh and nodding his head.

"we'll wait for the team to come back." he says before walking off.

a sharp ache travels through my back and i groan, leaning over the table. jj immediately comes to my side.

"hey, are you alright? maybe you should sit down?"

"i'm fine, j." i sigh, rubbing over my lower back with my hand.

i walk out of the interrogation office, walking towards the table in the center of the station. i sat down on one of the chairs, flipping through the files, staring at the photos of the children. their bright, hopeful eyes. my finger traces over the edges of photos as my mind wanders to places i didn't want it to. there's a short pause before jj takes a seat next to me.

"you know...you never talked about what happened. you gave us your statement and that was it...it must've been traumatic."

i tear my eyes from the photos and looked over at the gentle woman.

"there was no need to talk about it. by some miracle, my baby is fine. i'm alive....i won." i mutter, my eyes brimming with tears as i face the files.

she opens her mouth to speak but the team storms in, gathering around the table.

"we found kyle's body. and we don't think rollin has anything to do with kyle's murder. the body was placed too gently. there was remorse."

hotch's eyes meet mine and i raise my eyebrow.

"i know." i sigh, standing up to grab the photos from morgan.

"you know?" spen questions.

i nod my head, staring down at the body before looking back up.

"i talked to rollins-"

"jupiter you can't-" spencer begins before i quickly cut him off.

"i'm pregnant not disabled. i already knew he had nothing to do with kyle's murder, and this confirms it. rollins said he dumped kyle's body in the river, and this, doesn't look like a river to me." i say, pointing down at the photos of kyle.

"the disposal of kyle's body is very different from the other two. he was gently placed on the ground, neatly laid to rest with his hands by his sides. rollins discarded these two boys like trash." emily says, bouncing off of my inputs.

"we think kyle may not have slept in his room last night." spencer says, looking between us, making me furrow my eyebrows.

"where do you think he was?" hotch asks, and walk over, taking my seat.

"we think in his brothers room. danny has bunk beds. both bunks were slept in and whoever slept in the bottom one wet the bed and left kyle's bear." he explains.

i push myself back out of the seat and start to pace back and forth, my eyes flickering everywhere as i try to imagine the strings connecting the scenes.

"so do we think somebody destroyed kyle's room to make it look like he was abducted like the other two victims?" morgan asks.

"who else knows the details of all three cases?" hotch asks, and my head snaps up.

"lancaster." i mutter, my eyebrows furrowing.

hotch begins assigning people their duties and he looks up at me, nodding his head. i nod back, grabbing the photos of kyles body and storming off to the interrogation room. the door slams behind me and i slam the photo of kyle's body onto the table. rossi walks in behind me, sitting across from the man.

"we found kyle murhpy's body in the woods. why did you lie? you aren't the type to take credit for something you didn't do." i ask, leaning over him.

he pauses for a moment before opening his mouth.

"i can't go to trenton." he says, shaking his head.

"as long as you're straight with me, i'll tell the DA you cooperated." rossi assures.

he looks up at rossi, a hopeful look on his face.

"is that what you needed to hear?" rossi says, leaning forward.

"people don't understand. i can't explain why i do these things. all i know is that i can't help myself. i don't wanna die in prison!" he sputter, making the rage boil up inside of my belly.

"you're gonna be in one for the rest of your life, hugh." i spit.

"no! i'm talking about what they do to people like me. i don't wanna go like that." he whimpers.

"then tell us the truth." rossi says.

rollins pauses for a moment, before looking up at me.

"he's too young. he's not my type."

i scoff, grabbing the paper and rossi files out of the room.

"you never told me how far along you were." he speaks out to me, making me turn back.

"that's because i don't have to." i glare, slamming the door shut and sighing as i take a seat behind the glass.

i take a moment to breathe and i look down at the photo of kyle in my hands, my heart wringing out for the small innocent child. i hastily wipe the falling tears off of my face and walk out of the room to see rossi talking to lancaster.

"-but i think we can handle everything from here." he says, placing his hands on his hips.

i look him up and down, analyzing his every move. rossi looks over at me and i nod.

"well, we're not going anywhere bill." rossi says, making lancaster cock his head slightly.

i notice his foot lightly start to tap in sync with his finger on his hip. much like some growing impatient in line at the store.

"did you know that kyle liked to sleep in danny's room? or that kyle had been wetting the bed?" i ask, making him turn towards me.

"no..."he says, trailing off, his eyebrow quirking slightly.

"because if you had, he would've torn apart danny's room to make it look like kyle had been taken from there." i continue on, taking a step forward.

he noticeably ticks and his eyes begin to dart between rossi and i.

"what're you talking about?" he asks, narrowing his eyes at me.

"kyle's disappearance was made to look like the two other boys. whoever did this, had knowledge of the other two murders." rossi says, making lancaster take a step towards us.

"listen to me, rollins murdered these two kids. he should go away for all of 'em."

i raise my eyebrow. he didn't deny that rollins didn't do it. he's not denying anything. he's trying to convince us.

"losing a child is a horrible thing. but if there was a murder and someone is concealing a crime, they are going to jail." rossi says.

"rossi you've got him in custody. you got this guy, let's end it now."

morgan approaches, looking between us and back at lancaster.

"can we take this in your office?" he asks, and we all follow him into the small office. as we're walking, another sharp pain hits my lower back, making me stop and groan. morgan reaches over, grabbing my arms and helping me into the nearest chair.

"woah...you alright babygirl?" he asks as he's setting me down.

"do i look like garcia to you?" i snort, making him smile.

"seriously, are you okay? should i go get spencer?"

"i'm fine, morgan." i sigh, pushing him away to stand up but he keep me planted in the chair.

"what's goin on with you? don't think nobody's noticed." he asks, lifting his eyebrow.

"i don't know what you're talking about."

"oh you know. talk to me, mama."

"me? talk to you? that's ironic."

"no it's not." he says, furrowing his eyebrows.

"but it is. i'm the person everyone comes to for help. i help fix people's minds. i'm the emotional healer. i'm who everyone else comes to talk to when they need help." i spew out, making morgan sigh and squat down in front of me.

"you went through hell a few months ago. you were being drugged while you were pregnant, and you had no clue. that couldn't be an easy burden to carry. but you've got a whole team of people ready to carry it with you. you've got a husband who'd be willing to carry it on his own, which says a lot because there's not much pretty boy can carry." he chuckles, making me laugh.

"morgan i just...i love him, but spencer's a logical guy. and in all honesty, i am lucky. i'm alive. my baby is fine. colin is in jail. i shouldn't feel like this." i sigh, wiping away the few fallen tears.

"hey...you were abducted. you were drugged. and you did that all while you were pregnant. spencer of all people, at the very least, would be able to understand the pain of being abducted and drugged against his will. if you don't wanna talk to us, talk to your husband. it's what he's there for." he smiles, patting my knee.

i sniffle before nodding my head. he stands up, pressing a kiss to my head and helps me out of the chair.

"go take it easy. i don't need my godchild in anymore danger." he says, making me roll my eyes.

"i'm beating spencer's ass for telling you."

"he was excited. you can't get mad at him for that."

"oh i can. and i am."