Title: Secrets and Revelations

Rating: T (mostly for safety)

Pairings: Possible hints of Johnlock

Warnings: MAJOR SPOILERS FOR S7E23/24 of Criminal Minds "Hit/Run" and SPOILERS for S2E3 of Sherlock, "The Reichenbach Fall"

A/N: Ok, this isn't the fic I planned on writing (that one is still in-the-works) but I just watched the CM season finale and this idea… it wouldn't leave me. Still, John will be here, along with Sherlock, Reid, Mycroft and Prentiss. (This may end up a tad AU come season 8 of CM and series 3 of Sherlock considering it's technically a "future" fic…)

Does go along w/"An Even Match", "Interesting Friends", "Casual Deductions" and "Chinks in the Armor" but can be read alone.

And this is a two-parter guys so expect the next (and final) chapter soon. Hopefully by the weekend.

(Most of Reid and John's parts are in the second half of this, but they do have parts here as well…)

Please review!

London, England, UK

July 23, 2012

Emily sighed heavily as she stared around her new flat. It was relatively small, but nice and clean and also incredibly empty. She'd been staying in a hotel since she'd arrived, waiting for her things to be shipped. The boxes were currently stacked in the living room, still unopened. She put her hands on her hips and blew a loose strand of hair from her face. This was a daunting task.

She had been in London a little more than a month now. The move had been less stressful than she'd expected, but she missed the team. They were her family, had been for almost seven years now. Letting go was difficult, but she needed the change and she wanted the job Clyde had offered her. And, of course, it wasn't as if they didn't keep in touch. She got phone calls and emails and pictures and videos. And it hadn't even been two months yet. She doubted she'd ever really find time to truly miss them.

She did, however, miss Sergio. She'd left him in the capable care of Garcia, but that meant she was alone. She would have to get another cat, she supposed. Or maybe try actually dating for a change. It had been a while.

A knock at the door made her frown. She'd heard the bell ringing a few minutes ago but had assumed it was for one of the other tenants in the building; the walls were thin and the only person she really knew here was Clyde, who wasn't actually in London at the moment. The landlady must've let them up.

Her hand went to the invisible gun at her hip and she had to force herself to relax. Months in hiding and years of training had taught her to be extra cautious. Too cautious. What kind of criminal knocks first?

She pulled the door open and blinked, "Reid?" she stepped back automatically as the younger man entered, offering her a smile. There was another man behind him, shorter, blond hair, sad eyes.

"Sorry for not calling first," Reid apologized, "I found out I'd be in London last minute and… decided to drop by. Oh, um, this is Dr. John Watson, he's a friend."

She smiled, nodding to the man, "It's nice to meet you, Dr. Watson… Wait," she frowned, turning to Reid, "Dr. Watson as in… John? Sherlock's roommate?"

Reid took a breath and John visibly winced, but otherwise didn't really respond. "Yeah," he said, clearing his throat. "I've got some time to kill and I thought maybe you'd like some help unpacking your things."

She smiled, glancing over at John. He looked… better than she had expected, but still like hell. She'd never met John before, but she'd met Sherlock a couple of times – he mentioned John a lot during those times. The man she'd pictured was nothing like the man before her. He seemed… broken somehow. She felt a pang of sympathy and regret hit her, but forced the smile to stay in place.

"Yeah, thanks… There's a lot to get done. The boxes have been sitting here for three days; I haven't had much time to work on it, trying to get settled and everything. I've actually got a meeting in about an hour." She glanced at her watch and sighed. She really should be getting ready, but she wanted to at least make a dent in the unpacking. Maybe with Reid and John there she could.

The hour went by quickly. John didn't say much, at least not a first. And usually he only spoke to Reid. Prentiss didn't let it bother her. John was still upset and hurting about Sherlock. She was amazed at well Reid was coping, sometimes she didn't like the implications of how together he seemed.

The end of her hour was winding down and she was still in her jeans and t-shirt, hair messily tugged into a ponytail. She'd have to rush to get ready, but they'd made real progress. John tore open a box of carefully framed photographs. Most of them were of her and the team, some of her and Sergio, a few of her and her mother. And one of her, Reid, Morgan and Sherlock.

That was the photo John was holding in his hands.

"When was this taken?" he asked, glancing up at them.

Prentiss moved to look at the picture. There was a rare, genuine smile on Sherlock's face in the picture, she remembered how oddly happy he'd been that day. He'd actually called John rather than text him and from what she knew, that was a huge deal.

"Uh, last time Sherlock was in Virginia…" she said, "We actually let him help on a case and it was Reid's birthday*. Reid and Sherlock solved it pretty much by themselves."

Reid smiled at the picture fondly, "It was mostly me," he said, "Sherlock was happy because he said he'd known the answer the entire time and just let me figure it out slower than he did."

John laughed, a short, sad breath of a laugh but a laugh all the same. "Sounds like Sherlock. Think I remember him mentioning that once or twice… Zodiac copy-cat wasn't it?"

"Yeah," Prentiss nodded, watching John's face. "He called you after the case, I think."

John nodded, smiling faintly. "Yeah, yeah, I remember that. God that was… a month before he…"

He trailed off and Reid put a comforting hand on his shoulder, squeezing gently and giving him a sad look. Prentiss started to say something but her watch started beeping and she sighed, "I'm sorry, I've got to get ready… I'm already going to be late. But, um, Reid if you're going to be here tonight maybe you and John would like to go out for drinks or something?"

"Yeah," Reid nodded and John nodded, reluctantly. Prentiss sighed heavily as the two men left and she rushed to get ready, tossing off her street clothes and getting into her suit and skirt and yanking the brush through her hair. It was flat and annoying so she yanked it into a braid and grabbed her bag. She didn't know who she was meeting, Clyde had called to tell her about it just last night and he said he couldn't give her a name.

Frustrated and running late, Prentiss hailed a cab and muttered to herself as they sped toward the address that Clyde had given her.

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Prentiss's breath caught as she entered the building. It was a large and imposing building. Definitely government, but a bit more subdued than she was used to. She sighed and checked her phone again, making sure she had the information correct, before heading for the elevator and stepping inside.

There were less people inside than she would have expected. A thin man stood by the door, another man sat behind the reception desk. There were a couple other very official looking people standing around, looking bored or busy – she couldn't really tell the difference, their faces were so expressionless. But that was it. She felt oddly anxious as the elevator pulled her up to the fourth floor. She wasn't a naturally anxious person so she just put it down to the new job. She was a bit anxious on her first day in the BAU as well, though she'd done everything she could to hide that fact.

"Fourth floor, second door on the right," she muttered to herself as the doors slid open and she stepped out. There were eight doors that she could see down the wide – empty – hall. All of them with a brass plaque on the front declaring the name of the person within. All except, of course, the second door on the right.

She frowned and tapped on the door, waiting a second until she heard a very distinguished sounding voice call from the other side.

"Come in,"

She didn't know how the man did it, but those two words conveyed arrogance, intelligence, pride and something else she couldn't identify. For a moment she was reminded of Sherlock and the almost permanent arrogance that laced nearly everything he said.

She smiled as she entered, "So sorry I'm late," she said, glancing down at her watch out of habit. Only fifteen minutes (she felt a stab of pride at that) but late all the same. "I got caught up –"

"Unpacking, yes," the man nodded, smiling at her. For some reason his smile didn't seem like a smile… but it wasn't really a smirk or a sneer either. It was some odd, slightly off version of a smile that made her mildly uncomfortable.

"Don't worry, Emily, it's fine. If I may call you Emily, that is,"

"Uh, sure, of course," she said, nodding, "And you are?"

"You look rather like your mother," he said, tilting his head and standing, "The resemblance is very striking. And from what I hear you have her tenacity as well. I'm sure you'll do wonderful in the London office."

Prentiss sighed and shook her head, "Right. Of course, friend of my mother's?"

"Well… I wouldn't say friend. Acquaintance, perhaps. We've met on a few occasions. Very intelligent woman, Ambassador Prentiss. Your own career proves that you are as well, and you also happen to be a close friend of Dr. Spencer Reid, which is why I asked you here today."

"Reid?" Prentiss frowned, "What does Reid have to do with anything?"

The man hesitated for a moment, "This is a very delicate matter, Emily, you must understand that. And it is vital that what you learn in this room does not leave this room. It's not only a matter of importance to myself, but also to Spencer, John and several others. Life and death, you'd say. Literally."

"What's going on?" Prentiss narrowed her eyes and frowned, watching him carefully as he turned and put his hand on a door – she assumed it was a closet – behind his desk.

"Can you do that Emily? Can you promise not to breathe a word of this? Not to Spencer or John especially? It's far too soon and still too dangerous for them to know the truth."

"What are you talking about? What's this about?"

He took a breath, "It's about my brother, Emily."

"Your brother?"

"Yes. I need your assurance that you can keep this here. Can you?"

Prentiss pressed her lips together, curiosity and anxiousness eating at her. "I can't really promise that if I don't know exactly what I'm promising," she finally answered.

The man smiled, "Ah, well, smart answer. I suppose I'll have to rely on my brother's insistence then. He seems to believe you're capable of keeping this quiet."

"Look seriously, tell me what's going on –"

"It's a rather complicated tale, Emily," he said, "I think you'd better sit down for this, and remember that what you are about to see does not leave this room."

Prentiss crossed her arms and stubbornly remained standing, not breaking eye contact with the man as he twisted the knob and pushed the door open, leaning inside what she realized was another room – possibly an office – adjacent to this one.

He tilted his head to the side, "I know you heard all that," he said, sounding vaguely annoyed. "You can come out now and please, spare me the theatrics."

There was an annoyed huff and then the sound of footsteps a moment later. Prentiss craned her neck to see as a tall figure stepped into the doorway and the man stepped aside to allow him entrance.

Her jaw fell open as she stared at him.

"Sherlock?"

~To be continued~

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A/N: Bad place to leave it? Hmm. Good.

*Reference to S7E11 of Criminal Minds, "True Genius". That does make this a teeny bit AU considering Sherlock was there. Maybe I'll write my version of the episode eventually. *shrugs* That all depends...

First time writing Mycroft. Really nervous about how I did with his character. Please let me know!

The second half of this (with more Reid and John) will be posted as soon as possible!

Hope you enjoyed and please review!