Emily was looking forward to a quiet weekend after that super hectic week. They had been to Ohio for a homicide and this was her first case as unit chief. Hotch was so much better at this, she thought. Dealing with the authorities there was tough- they just wouldn't co-operate! But Emily knew that she had to get used to this until Hotch was back from WITSEC. Tring-ring! Tring-ring! The intercom in her office rang.

"Hello? This is FBI BAU Unit chief Emily Prentiss." The voice on the other end said, "Emily Prentiss? This is Agent Jack Garrett from the IRT. We have a case our teams have to work together on." Emily was mildly surprised. She had heard of the IRT from Rossi- They were profilers as well- but for international cases- and they had a huge plane. "Great," she replied, "Can you meet us in our conference room?" "Sure thing," came the reply from the other end and the line went off.

Emily groaned inwardly. A peaceful weekend. Like you'll ever get that. She walked into the bullpen and gave JJ, Reid, Morgan, and Garcia the case look and walked to the conference room. Rossi followed from his cabin. "Guys- we are liaising with the International response team. And... We have to work this weekend." She could see the disappointment in her team's faces as their weekend plans broke in a million pieces. And she plopped down on the chair. "Who's briefing the case?" Reid asked.

"We." Came the reply from someone just entering the room. The BAU looked up to see Jack Garrett, Matt Simmons, Mae Jarvis, and Clara Seger, and Russ Montgomery. Matt and Mae were engrossed in some conversation, undoubtedly about who got to ride the bike. Yes, Emily thought, who gets to ride the bike argument was known throughout the bureau.

"Russia. Mark Berns and his son, Dalton. Disappeared from Washington, D.C seven months ago. Last night, the bureau's cyber division found this" He pulled out a picture of a man tied to a chair. The thin dark haired woman, Clara Seger, said, " CCTV records show Mark and his son boarding a flight to Barcelona, and now we have this."

"Well, good thing you speak Russian, Emily." Reid said half heartedly. Prentiss shot him a look look. "Wait- wait- you're Emily Prentiss?" Clara stated in disbelief. Prentiss nodded along. "The dead agent whose frame had to be removed from the wall of remembrance because she wasn't really dead. She was just pretending. And you are?" Both the teams introduced themselves. Well, everyone except Garcia and Monty. They knew each other.

Reid: And I'm Dr. Spencer Reid.

Mae: Ooooooooohhh! I know you! You're the BAU's baby genius!

Reid: Not the words I would use to describe myself.. As you know- that term is generally applied to humans under one year of age... But...

Reid looked flustered and both the teams laughed. "So, whose plane?" Rossi started walking out and muttered, "Has to remind me of that every single time." The teams good naturedly laughed. "So you speak 11 languages?" Emily asked Clara. "13 now, after my sabbatical. I added Thai and Creole to the mix. You're not bad yourself. From what I hear, that is. Umm... CIA's detainee? Was going to launch anthrax? You speak Arabic." Emily laughed. " Yeah...that was one of my first cases."

"You're Jennifer Jareau, right? Heard a lot about you." Mae said as they were walking towards the plane. "Only good stuff, I hope." Jennifer laughed. "Does being on the manhunt for terrorists for the state department count as good stuff? Cuz I definitely might count that in good stuff. Because for me, getting to ride the bike might count as good stuff." JJ frowned. "Why don't you get to ride the bike?" Mae turned red. "I may or may not have a license." JJ laughed.

Jack saw The BAU's baby genius, as Mae had so kindly put it, walking towards the plane alone. "Hey Doc." He said, because he had introduced him first as doctor, not agent. Spencer looked at him and shot him the brightest of smiles. "Just thinking of a Russian movie I saw a few years ago."

Rossi simply looked at the IRT's plane in despair. Why do they get such a nice plane? "Jealous, Rossi?" He heard Morgan walking with Simmons along with their Go-bags in the aeroplane. "Can't blame me, can you?" he smirked slightly and went to join the others inside.

Once everyone was inside, they faced the TV in which Monty and Garcia were giving them any information which might be related to Mark and Dalton Berns when Jack's cell rang.

"Yes-yes- So, now? OK." Jack turned to face the others and told them, "Director has sent the IRT another member. Previously CSI." The CSI, Kayla Zurich, came 5 minutes later and introduced herself. "You know about the case, I hope?" Matt asked as the Turquoise haired woman settled herself on a seat. She nodded.

"So, what do we know about Berns and his son?" Morgan asked Monty and Garcia who struggled to fit in the monitor. " Well," Garcia said, " Mark Berns works as a bank teller, and his son goes to the nearby school. I can find very little about both of them. They mostly used cash. Although I can tell you from their online purchases, little 7-year old Dalton is very interested in Nintendo. Multiple CDs have been delivered to their address." Emily said, " Garcia, do the Berns' have any connection to Russia?" Monty replied, " Glad you asked. Mark Berns' grandfather, Alexei Gulin immigrated to the states in 1934 from Russia."

"Ну пойдем." Emily said.

Translation: Well, let's go.