"What do you mean?" Josh asked, knowing exactly what they were implying. "Who- who else's would he have killed?"

Jenna and Brad looked at each other like parents about to tell their child they were getting a divorce, and suddenly everything clicked.

Josh had to take a seat or else he would've passed out on the carpet of his murdered father's motel room. He couldn't believe it. No, he wouldn't.

"No. No, it can't be Ty. It can't. I know him. Tyler would never hurt anyone, let alone kill." His hands started shaking. "He wouldn't hurt a fly. He just- he- he wouldn't."

Tyler, his crazy, socially unaware, sarcastic, astronomically smart, beautiful soulmate. The dorky kid Josh trusted with his life. The anxious, traumatized young adult that he sang to sleep on more than one occasion. The one person he planned to spend the rest of his life with. The man he was supposed to marry.

Jenna and Brad were saying more than implying that Tyler could be a killer. Not just any killer. The Karma Killer. A serial killer who'd killed over forty people across America, each in their own torturous, masochistic nature.

And somehow, that made sense to him. Josh made the correlation between where the most recent Karma killings and the location of their cases. He finally understood why most of the murders were in Virginia and the states around it. It explained every weird occurrence, every out of place emotional outburst and unexplainable health issue he'd had since being rescued. Tyler talking to himself more than usual now clicked.

Josh couldn't believe any of the proof sitting right in front of him. How could the same man who cried when he stepped on a bee also be a sociopathic murderer? But somewhere deep, deep inside of him, he knew what was the truth.

"You've got it all wrong. This- this all has to be a coincidence." Josh swallowed roughly, feeling his lunch want to make a reappearance.

"That many coincidences in a row is a signature, Joshua," Brad said. "His signature. You saw the way he reacted when Judah found that blood. He was jumpy, nervous, scared."

"He's always been like that." Josh knew he couldn't write off his behavior for long, but he couldn't wrap his head around the idea. He wanted to throw up.

"Not always. Look, Josh, Joseph is a hell of a lot smarter than all of us combined. We couldn't have solved half of the cases we did without him. But he's been flying under the radar for months now. Don't blame yourself for not connecting the dots earlier." Jenna patted his shoulder, making him flinch.

"All those late nights," Josh muttered. "The seizure from physical exertion. When he said he was going to work out... he- he snuck out of our hotel room the same night those four people... Have I- have I been sleeping with a killer this whole time?"

Jenna held her arms out, offering him a hug, and Josh immediately threw himself into her. She was always the affectionate tiger mom of the team, while Brad was the authoritarian father figure who rarely showed emotion.

But now, Josh could clearly see the pain in his eyes, tears on the brink of falling. He'd never seen Brad cry before. Not even at Breezy's funeral. It was probably because they'd never had to hunt down any one of their own before. This was unprecedented for all of them.

"I don't want it to be him," Josh whimpered.

"We don't either, kiddo," Jenna whispered back, running her fingers through Josh's hair. "But if we turn a blind eye just because it's Tyler, only God knows who else he might kill."

Josh buried his face in her hair, feeling comfort in the scent of her lavender shampoo. Jenna had saved his life countless times in the line of duty, before and after he met Tyler. She was his surrogate mother. As much as he hated what she was saying, he trusted her judgment.

"What do we do now?" He asked. "Call the cops? We are the fucking cops. Is there even any proof?"

Brad bowed his head, sniffing. "No, but we will. We are going to treat him just like any other unsub. We keep this investigation between us for now and look for any connections and evidence. Once we have enough, we can try to make a case against him."

A knock came from the door, Josh and Jenna pulling away quickly. She wiped her eyes, Josh not bothering to compose himself.

"Sorry to interrupt, but the press is filling the motel parking lot and LAPD have another suspect in custody," Judah said awkwardly from the doorway, staring at his shoes.

Brad nodded. "Thanks, Akers. We'll be out in a minute. Tell Mark to keep a hold of the press. You go ahead, take Weekes and Joseph with you."

"Is that a good idea?" Josh asked after Judah left.

"Is anything at this point?" Jenna stood and straightened her skirt. "I'll head to the station, but I think you two should head back to Sacramento. If anyone can find a connection, it'd be you, Josh."

She rode with the police back to the station, leaving Josh and Brad alone to make a plan on how to prove not only to the police but to themselves that Tyler was the killer they didn't want him to be.