A/N: So I won't be continuing Location Location Location due to personal reasons so instead I am going to be writing a series 'Yay' I still haven't named said series but it will be focusing on Emily's time in Interpol. Its temp name will be The Locations of Emily Prentiss and each story will have a separate name, like episodes. So for this 'episode' I present:
The Code Breaker.
She drags the smoke from the cigarette, the ambers burning along the small nicotine stick, smoke dances as it's rising off as ash falls on to the cold hard ground of Paris. She tucks her free hand into the pocket of her cream brown trench coat, she brings the cigarette back to her lips and inhales the nicotine before breathing out another cloud of thick smoke highlighted in the limited light. She looks up to the brick vintage looking building admiring the architecture of the building, the wooden window frames that give shape to the 18th century style cafe, her eyes slowly glance to the main window, looking in the happy customers, sipping their coffee, reading their papers, writing on their laptops and chatting with friends. The light above the café sign illuminates her as her eyes glance to the night sky, watching as the moon peaks through the clouds of the warm night. Her high heels click on the ground as she starts to stroll across the bricked street, bringing the cigarette, once again to her lips, taking in another deep breath, a part of her cover. Her heels click on the ground as she walks towards the bridge overlooking the Seine River, she looks down at her reflection dancing in the water, as a river tour passes under her, tourists with their camera phones out all taking pictures of Notre Dame. The smell of damp brick and moss tickle her nostrils. She turns as she takes another drag on her cigarette finishing the last of it before flicking it into the river below. Her eyes scan the crowd of people walking towards her, away from her, and around her. She tucks a strand of hair from behind her ear to reveal an earpiece and wire. She bites her bottom lip, dragging her teeth over the perky pink flesh, her nostrils flare slightly as the people move around her. Her eyes settle on a woman, walking through the crowd, the lower half of her face covered, she wore a long thick black coat, her hands tucked into her pocket as she briskly walked across the brick street. She takes a left down Place de l'Hôtel de Ville. She watches the woman, she pulls back the sleeve of her trench coat revealing the leather-bound communicator radio watch on her left arm, she brings it to her lips.
"Target sighted, walking down Place de l'Hotel de Ville."
She starts to move through the crowd, weaving her way through the people of Paris, her eyes staying solely on this woman as she walks quickly, her head down, her shoulders slightly hunched, she startles as someone brushes past her a nervous target. She knew that she was the target. She quickens her pace using her fingers to push through the large crowd coming from the bus stop she needed to see where the target was going. She watches the target's body movement as she approaches a building next to a hotel. The target stiffens. The target stops. She stops. The target looks around before reaching forward, curling her fingers into a fist and knocking on the worn wooden door of another vintage building next to one of Paris' most beautiful hotels. She blends into the crowd, pulling her cell phone out from her pocket with the hand she kept hidden, she pretends to look down at the screen. The target disappears into the building. She looks up as she places her phone back into her pocket. She pulls back the sleeve of her coat on her left arm again revealing the watch before bringing it to her lips.
"Agent Prentiss – 3357 Place de l'Hotel de Ville." Emily spoke softly.
She moves away from the building, walking over to the square just behind her, she watches as the Interpol team rush through the crowd as they part like the dead sea, padded in body armour, their guns loaded and safety off. Emily reaches into her pocket and pulls out a pack of cigarettes using her thumb she flips the lid and lifts one out, she places it to her lips before closing the packet and placing it into her pocket. She pulls out a lighter and lights the cigarette, she takes a long drag from the cigarette and breaths out a large cloud of smoke as she walks away from the building.
"You never smoked in DC." A familiar voice spoke from the ear piece.
Emily smiles. "I was never stressed in DC, Garcia." She replies.
"And that is how you kill yourself. Garcia out."
She smiles to herself shaking her head as she walks away from the building hearing the sounds of gunfire, shouting, and screaming from behind her.