This story is dedicated to my new friend EmilyHotchnerForever! I hope you like this story!

It's a love triangle between Emily/Hotch/Lucas. In the end, she will have to choose Lucas or Hotch. We will see who she picks.

This story is AU and so the timeline is totally off as Lucas North is out of Russian prison and is now senior chief officer and Emily has been in INTERPOL for about a month.

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters belonging to Criminal Minds and MI-5/Spooks TV series. I do own the characters I made up!

Enjoy!

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INTERPOL Intrigue / Spooks Beguiled – Chapter 1

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"Team Alpha, report." Emily called into her microphone. She was inside a nondescript black van monitoring her teams who were inside a warehouse. They were in the process of apprehending a suspected terrorist hiding in a trailer inside the warehouse.

"This is team alpha, we are in front of the trailer. So far there's no sign of activities inside."

"Stand by." Emily ordered. She switched channel and talked to Bravo team who were outside the warehouse.

"Yankee Doll, this is Bravo team. I think our target has flown the house."

Emily rolled her eyes up, "It's flown the coop, Bravo team. Get it right. All right, let's give it ten more minutes and we'll roll in."

"Roger that, Yankee Doll."

Emily flicked the button to off and turned to their computer analyzer and said, "Fanta, I want to know who came up with my call sign."

The bespectacled, tall and boney computer nerd turned to look at her, "I think we all did, Agent Prentiss. It's quite fitting."

"Very funny." She said.

When she first took over the INTERPOL team in London, the agents were quite apprehensive when they found out that not only she was a female but that she was quite young.

They were cordial to her and soon they saw that she was not there because some boss promoted their mistress but she knew her job and she had been out in the field as much as they had been. And she was a former CIA and FBI agent to boot.

Their original assessment of her soon changed when she prove to them she was one of them.

And they liked her.

Her new INTERPOL team was cool.

Of course she missed her BAU team but they were all the way in the USA and she had left them. She did not belong to that team anymore. Emily sighed; she missed them though. Especially him.

It always came back to him; Aaron Hotchner. The key element to her pain and torment, and the reason she had to leave.

She couldn't bear it any longer, especially when he decided to move on without her…Beth Clemmons.

She was stunned, to say the least. And yes, there was that twinge of jealousy inside her that painfully pierced her hard.

Much harder than when Ian Doyle stabbed her with that make-shift wooden stake, driving deeper whenever she saw them together during group events.

And it was often as David Rossi, in his infinite wisdom or the beginnings of senile-loaded wisdom, decided that the BAU team should gather more often outside of work to loosen up, and relax.

Relax, my ass Rossi! Emily had muttered whenever she arrived at his 'mansion' and saw Hotch and her sitting together in the sofa. She wanted to rush into the bathroom and barfed up her breakfast and dinner from the night before.

But of course she didn't, the politician-trained by her mother in her taught her better and she played the perfect Emily Prentiss, pro-profiler.

The only two people who saw the real her were Jennifer 'JJ' Jareau and Penelope Garcia. They knew she was tortured inside, to see Hotch openly displaying Beth to the team. And Rossi was all for it! As was Morgan and Reid. Men, what did they know?

Morgan had his honeys and his family up in Chicago and his various housing-flipping projects.

Reid…well, Reid was Reid. Always oblivious to what was before him, which was what made him endearing. And very frustrating!

JJ and Garcia knew her secret; they had cried with her when they saw Beth. They had vented their ire but the bottom line was Hotch was happy, he was smiling again at work. He was getting over his ex-wife Haley and the horror and tragedy of her death.

She should be glad for him, not jealous.

What about her? What about her happiness? Didn't she deserve a little of that?

That was when she knew; it was time, time to leave.

To find herself, she had to get out of the BAU. That job was sucking the life out of her. She was not staying young anymore. When Clyde dangled the INTERPOL job in front of her and an almost carte blanche in the offering in choosing her team, how could she refuse him?

Sure she would miss her friends but she could still see them!

Now, here she was a little more than a month later…

She had her own team and she was quite proud of them.

There were actually five agents.

Senior Agent Samuel 'Sam or Samwise' Mathieu, he was a former British army officer and had worked with the INTERPOL for over ten years. Happily married with 3 children, his oldest daughter expecting his first grandchild, he could be an overprotective with all the secretaries in the agencies, and now he became a protective over Emily when he found out she was single, very single.

2nd Senior Agent Robert 'Bob' Newsome was former Navy officer. Twice married and now a new stepfather to four girls, it was a new experience for him. He was an expert marksmanship with several weapons.

Agent Michael 'Frankie' Frankman had recently married to his primary school sweetheart who was expecting their first child, was an expert sniper and also a martial arts master.

Agent Walter 'Walt' Dressen, former British Army soldier who was an explosive experts had a Masters' degree in chemistry and engineering.

Lastly, the resident geek, Ferdinand 'Fanta' Aquino whose parents were from the Philippines but he was born in England when they emigrated into the country and had live there since. Ferdinand or nicknamed by the team Fanta because of his 'addiction' to the Fanta soda drink, was recruited by INTERPOL when he was caught hacking into their system when he was 12 years old. The agency had offered him two options; jail or work for them. Not to disappoint his parents, he decided to work for INTERPOL while the agency agreed to let him complete his education and later graduated from college at an early age of 16.

His parents had wanted their son to be a lawyer and was rather disappointed when he them he was studying computer technology and linguistics but it was a paid full scholarship with a tenure at the INTERPOL!

A ruse they bought, Fanta saw to that, and now he owed the agency his life but he found his true calling as the agency had given quite a funding to purchase the latest technology to fit his preference of computers, of course under the supervision of several INTERPOL agents.

"Yankee Doll, this is team alpha."

"Go ahead." Emily keyed in her mic.

"Movements around the trailer, repeat, movements around the trailer."

"Copy that team alpha. Is that our target?"

"Negative, Yankee Doll. There are two approaching new movements and they are heading towards the trailer. Do you want us to engage?"

"Standby, Alpha." Emily turned to the young Asian man, "Okay Fanta, who are these clowns that just invaded our field?"

Fanta was typing quickly in to his laptop and shook his head, "No clue, boss. Hang on…patching you to Big Bird."

"Big Bird?" Emily looked at him.

"Mr. Easter, Ma'am." He grinned goofily.

Emily rolled her eyes again. "You guys are going to be the death of me!"

Then she keyed in another button and greeted him. "Clyde, what is going on? We are hunting here and some clowns are trying to take over…do you know who they are?"

Well, nice to know you care about me. Look darling, I just receive a call from Harry Pearce from MI-5. They are also in hot pursuit of your target. We are to corporate with them fully.

"MI-5? This is total bull shit, Clyde. I need to talk to Ivan Drushskinov, our target has intel on a file..." she was cut off by Clyde.

Trust me Emily, this is tiresome for me as well. Just work with them. But don't give them too much information. And try to get him back.

Emily sighed, "Roger that."

Fanta spoke up, "Emily, team Alpha is waiting for an answer."

She keyed her mic to them, "Alpha, this is Yankee…Doll." She winced at her call sign. "We will proceed as planned. We have company, and they are friendly. Copy that? They are friendly."

"Roger that, Yankee Doll. Who are they anyways?"

"MI-5 and we are cooperating with them fully but I want the target."

She heard both teams groaned upon hearing the acronym, apparently they did not much care for the British agency at all.

"Knew it was too good to be true that they won't keep their hands out of the biscuit container."

Emily shook her head, "It's can't keep their hands out of the cookie jar, Bravo team."

"Oh, yeah…that sounds right." He amended that with his heavy British accent.

Emily mumbled "Bloody Brits…"

Several chuckles sounded inside her headset as her team radioed, "We heard that, Yankee DOLL!"

Emily shook her head, "Okay Team Alpha and Team Bravo…let's do it!"

She listened to the sounds of door opening and surprise yelling and a lot of shuffling and grunting.

Suddenly it was quiet for two minutes.

Emily glanced over to her monitor and saw from the outside of the warehouse but not a whole lot of it.

"Fanta, what is going on?"

Fanta began to bounce about his multiple screens and typed more on his trusty keyboard before he shook his head, "Don't know, Emily. Not good, whatever the hell is going on."

Emily looked at him, "I told you, you're too young to cuss. Don't forget your mother ask me to keep an eye on your sorry ass. Yeah, I can cuss but not you so don't make me ration your soda pop usage." She stood up and removed the headset and grabbed her Glock as she checked the cartridge and chamber.

"I'm going in. I don't like this."

Fanta nodded as he sucked on a straw attached to his favorite soda bottle nervously.

She opened the door to the dark van and looked around her, and saw that it was still dark, except for the full moon lending a glow to the warehouse.

She moved quietly to the side door and opened it stealthily.

It was dark inside so she waited for a while to let her eyes adjust.

Then she moved along the wall, sliding as softly as possible. She could hear talking ahead of her.

As she got closer to the trailer, she saw that her team had taken down their target. His hands were bound with the white nylon tie, as well as his legs. He was blindfolded too with a black cloth.

But she saw that her team, all four of them were on their knees, their hands were raised up and behind their heads.

Looking further, she saw a man pointing two guns at her team. He was dressed all in black and he had dark hair, quite tall, too.

A woman was with him, she was blond and also dressed in black.

They were talking softly; British accent. Emily surmised them to be MI-5 agents. But why were her people under arrest? Didn't these two know who they were?

"Lucas, I'll call Harry and let him know the situation." The female said as she turned around and left the warehouse.

The dark – haired man she had called Lucas nodded as he watched her leave.

Emily waited until the blonde left before she decided to take him down.

A minute later, she tucked her gun behind her and inched her way to him and came up behind him suddenly, intending to take him by surprise.

She raised her right elbow up and slammed hard onto the back of his neck, knocking him down, as well as knocking his gun out of his hand, he fell on the ground but it didn't knock him!

Damn! Emily saw that he was turning around as he rubbed the back of his neck.

Her team had turned to look at them and grinned.

The man saw her and charged at her knocking Emily down but she was ready as she went down she straightened her leg in a kick and connected his knee hard.

She grinned when she heard him grunted.

But her grin didn't last long as he lunged at her and punched her hard in the face; the hit knocked her by surprise as the pain blinded her for a moment. She shook her head as she quickly tried to block the pain and got ready to jump back on him.

He was crawling away from her as he tried to reach for his gun.

She fell on him as she wrestled the gun from him as she leaned down and bit his hand.

"OW! DAMN WITCH!"

Her team was laughing hard by this time as they cheered her on.

He was rubbing his hand as she pointed the gun at him, straddling on his stomach at the same time, "Try again and I won't use magic but this gun…and I'm sure it's loaded with real bullets." She grinned.

He arched his brow at her as he gave her an angry look as both were breathing hard from their scuffle.

They then heard the sounds of approaching helicopter.

Emily glanced over at her team as she kept the gun pointing at him.

She jerked her chin up, "Sam, who's coming in from the bird?"

"That would be ours," The blonde had come back and was pointing her gun at Emily. "Let him go."

"Not a chance, blondie." Emily said as she pulled her gun out from her back and pointed it at her now.

"Oh, a good ol' show up like an American Western movie." Her team remarked, the others nodded.

Emily groaned, "It's called a show down fellas …a show down!"

"Oh."

Soon, they heard footsteps' walking stepping in and Emily saw Clyde sauntering into view in his usual casual manner, walking with him was a slightly older gentleman in a suit, he was almost bald but not quite, she can plainly see that he was a Brit.

Clyde stopped short in front of her team members as he stared at her unusual position; quite a compromising one, at that as he arched a brow at her.

The gentleman standing with Clyde was staring at them with a stoic face as he greeted the blonde, "You can put your weapon down, Ros. "

"But Harry…she…?"

Harry looked at Clyde, "Easter? Your turn?"

"Ah yes." He grinned at Emily and said, "As much as you're enjoying your little show, Emily. You must let him go, pet. Fun time's over darling."

Emily looked at Harry who maintained his poker face, then at Clyde who nodded slightly.

She lowered both guns before she pushed off from him and stood up.

The man had rolled around and got up quickly and dusted himself off as he approached Emily and said angrily, "My weapon?"

She arched a brow at him before smacking his gun on his palm and turned away and checked on her team.

"You guys all right?"

They nodded shamefully at her as they apologized, "Sorry boss, we knew they were close by, but we didn't know they got aggressive with us. Wanted us to hand over our target just like that."

"Yeah, after it took us a week to track the sneaky bastard!"

Emily held her hand up, "It's okay fella, we'll get him back soon as MI-5 are through, right Clyde?" She assured her team as she turned to remind him.

Clyde nodded as he turned away from her.

But Emily was not done with him yet as she ran up to him, "Who are they, Clyde?"

"What? Oh…That's Harry Pearce, he runs the MI-5 agency quite proficiently, I should say. Then there's the blonde, Ros Meyers and your friend Lucas North, Senior Officers in the agency under Pearce."

Emily nodded, "I see. And he is definitely not my friend...not even my type at all." She glanced over to theme where the two were talking to Pearce currently.

Clyde narrowed his gaze at her, "Hmm…could have fooled me, pet. I thought you prefer those tall, dark and droll fellas"

Emily giggled out loud, drawing the attention to herself from the three MI-5, especially North who was eyeing her darkly and a little longer before turning his gaze from her.

The blonde, Meyers, turned to look at her then at her colleague for a moment before turning her attention back to her superior, Harry Pearce.

Emily was tempted to give her a few hand gestures; her stand-offish attitudes were beginning to wear on Emily's nerves.

But Emily knew better and decided to ignore them and went to their captive and picked him up.

She spoke to him first in English but he shook his head and did not answer her so she tried Russian and asked him his purpose here in British soil.

He replied to her and Emily shook her head and made him speak slowly which he did.

She talked to him for a while before she stood up and went to Clyde who was now conversing with Harry Pearce.

Clyde introduced Emily to Pearce before he asked her what she had gotten out of her short interview with the captive.

"Ivan is not Russsian, he is Lithuanian. If I understand correctly, he wants to negotiate his terms in exchange for information he has on the files we wanted and MI-5 wanted."

"How did he know what we wanted?" Pearce asked. Lucas North had come to stand beside Pearce at this time.

He turned to his officer, "Please have a word with Drushskinov, he is, according to Agent Prentiss, a Lithuanian. I thought he is a Russian. He wants to negotiate his terms before he agrees to hand over the file."

Lucas gave her a dark look before he nodded to Harry.

"Bas…" Emily uttered angrily at him as she watched him walked away.

"Emily…" Clyde shook his head. "Did he said what files he has in his possession and where are they?"

"He wouldn't say until we agreed first."

"Maybe if we use the right language." Harry arched his brow at her.

"Oh, Emily is quite fluent in several languages, I have faith that she knows what she is talking about, Harry. If she says he is Lithuanian, he is Lithuanian. If you ask me, I wouldn't know the difference from one Russian chap to another." Clyde offered smoothly.

Lucas came back a few minutes later and nodded at Harry, "She's right, he is Lithuanian and he insisted we discussed his terms before he revealed to us where he kept the files."

Emily wanted to smile widely and said out loud; I told you so but she kept her cool and tried to look calm.

Then Lucas turned to her and spoke in Russian and said, "I have not forgotten our little scuffle, Yank."

Emily arched her brow at him and said, also in Russian, "Are you challenging me? I'm up for anything, Brit."

"I don't fight females." He said.

"Why? You're afraid I'm going to beat the crap out of you again?"

By this time, Harry and Clyde had stopped talking and were watching them arguing, even though they were speaking Russian, the two men knew it was not a congenial conversation, as evidence in the anger in the tone of their voices.

"Not at all. You know, I change my mind, I will take you up on your challenge, name the time and place." He said heatedly. They were now almost face to face as they continued with their argument.

Her team was now standing behind her, watching them with fascination.

"Set it up, North. And I'll be there." She let him chose.

"Fine!"

"Fine!"

They shook their hands and walked away from each other. Emily stood facing her team as she blew the top of her bangs heatedly.

Her explosive experts grinned and asked her, "So, what was all that about? I didn't know you speak Russian? Is that it? Did you two set up a hot date or something?"

She glared at him, "No. I issued him a challenge. He's to name a time and place, as I'm not familiar with this place yet."

"A fight! Hot damn boss!" Sam laughed. He turned and high-fived to his partner, Robert or Bob. "You will let us know when so we can be witnesses. You need witnesses."

Emily shrugged, "Whatever guys. Come on, let get out of here. I'm thirsty. Who's up for some ale?"

They all whooped at the same time as they hurried out of the warehouse.

On the way to the pub, she received a call from Hotch.

Her heart jumped and skipped a beat or two when she saw his name on her Caller ID on her cell phone.

She answered the call quickly, "Prentiss."

"Emily?"

"Hotch?" She heard his voice and it sounded different, as if he was upset, so she pulled over on the side of the road to give him her full attention. "Hotch, is everything okay?"

"I'm having a bad day."

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End of Chapter 1

Well, let me know what you think? Any interest in this? I'm going to post this in both CM site and MI-5/Spook site.