Criminal Minds: Enemy of My Enemy

Written By LockBox22

Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds or anything you recognize. I only own my original storyline, plot and any original characters.

Authors Note: This is a repost of a story I published last year. I have updated it and corrected the mistakes. Enjoy.


I never trust people's assertions; I always judge of them by their actions.

~Ann Radcliffe~


Chapter One:

Downtown Washington DC was busy. Crowds of people walked quickly along the main street. Many of them looked like they were in some sort of business; all wearing suits and carrying briefcases or shoulder bags.

A couple teens glided down the sidewalk on their skateboards, laughing and talking loudly as they passed a man in a suit. He shot them a glare and covered one ear; he was on the phone.

A man and his girlfriend were kissing at the corner while they waited for the bus. Most of the people ignored them, wrapped up in their own business. A woman stepped onto the sidewalk from a shop carrying an armload of books.

Further up the walk, a dark haired woman shoved aside one of the teenagers on the skateboards. He fell off, crashing into one of his friends. They both fell to the ground as the woman who had shoved the first teen continued running.

People glared and yelled after the woman as she shoved them aside. A few shouted obstinacies as the woman continued shoving though a large crowd. She turned to look behind her and saw that the dark haired man was still chasing her. She ran faster.

"FBI! Coming through!" Aaron Hotchner shouted. The gun in his hand and the white letters on his bulletproof vest helped move the people back quickly. A mother grabbed her young boy and pulled him against her as Hotch ran by.

Hotch raised his weapon, but couldn't get a good shot through the pedestrians. He lowered the weapon and ran forward again, shoving people out of the way when shouting didn't work.

The woman glanced behind her and saw that Hotch was gaining on her. She turned and forced herself to run even faster; then she was tackled to the ground. She landed heavily, Derek Morgan on top of her.

There was silence for a moment all along the street and then people started clapping. Morgan ignored them as he placed one knee on the woman's back and wrenched her hands behind her.

Hotch ran up, clearing a perimeter around them. "You ok?" He asked Morgan once the people had been moved back.

"Yeah; I'm fine, Hotch." Morgan replied with a quick glance up at the team leader.

"Nice tackle." Hotch congratulated him as he holstered his weapon.

"Thanks." Morgan said. Together, they helped the woman to her feet; Morgan kept a firm hand on her upper arm.

"Who are you working for?" Hotch asked.

"What makes you say I'm working for someone?" She gasped, still trying to breathe properly after having the wind knocked out of her.

Morgan exchanged a look with Hotch and raised an eyebrow; this was going to be like pulling teeth. Hotch silently agreed with him and tried another tactic. "I might be able to reduce your sentence if you cooperate."

The woman laughed. "So you want to bribe me now?" She shook her head, a small smile still on her lips. "I want a lawyer." She told them.

Hotch turned away as Morgan read the woman her Miranda rights. The SUV containing Gideon, Reid and Elle pulled to the cub and all three agents jumped out. Elle went to asset Morgan and Reid watched Morgan and Elle from beside the truck.

Gideon approached Hotch. In the distance, Hotch could hear the sound of the DCPD responding to the detective's call for back-up. He hoped the man was alright. They had left the detective back the house their suspect had been using as a base with a suspected broken rib. She had put up one hell of a fight.

"Did she say anything?" Gideon asked, jerking Hotch out of his thoughts.

"No. Nothing." Hotch said shortly as he walked past Gideon towards the SUV.


The drive back to the BAU was quiet. They had stopped Amy Raymond before she could kill another person, but at what cost? Four good people had already lost their lives. She hadn't even confess to the murders, but with all the evidence they had collected she was going to jail for a long time.

The team gathered up their papers, and belongings; preparing to go home for some well deserved rest. The TV set was on the corner, showing the evening news.

Morgan was dividing his attention between the TV and the paperwork on his lap. Reid was the only one of the team actually watching the thing. Gideon and Elle had both already gone home for the evening, but J.J was still around somewhere.

Hotch was at his desk, gathering up his papers. He also was ready to go home, eat some supper and then spend time with Haley and Jack. It had been a tiring four days. He paused when someone called for him.

"Hotch! You have to see this!" It was Morgan who had shouted.

Hotch turned from his desk and looked out the window. Morgan motioned him to come down.

Hotch walked down the twp steps to the floor and approached the TV set, where Morgan and Reid were huddled. A reporter had just come on, starting another story after the commercial break.

"In other news, a bad accident on the outskirts of the city, is being called just that; a bad accident. A prison transport carrying one prisoner was struck by a logging truck earlier this afternoon. Police are saying the alcohol was a factor. Two guards and one woman prisoner, whose name is not being released to the public, were killed. In the Great Washington area steps are being taken…"

Here J.J walked in and took the remote, shutting off the TV. She turned to Hotch, who had a frown on his face.

"I received a call from the Warden at Maryland Corrections and he confirmed that the woman was Amy Raymond." She told the team.

"Now that's a coincidence." Morgan said.

"There's no such thing as coincidences." Reid said.

"Someone didn't want Amy Raymond to talk." Hotch said grimly.


Two Months Later:

"Come on, Jack. You're supposed to eat it." Hotch encouraged his son. "Try again, little man."

Hotch was sitting at the kitchen table, with Jack in his highchair, trying to get him to eat his dinner. Which, if Hotch was to be honest, didn't look all that appetizing. He spooned another glob of the orange stuff that was supposed to be sweet potatoes into Jack's mouth. J

ack looked like he was going to swallow it and then spat it out onto the tray. It splattered and some landed on Hotch's shirt.

"Jack." Hotch sighed. Jack let out a laugh.

Hotch got up to grab a paper towel for his shirt and wiped the potatoes off. He walked over to Haley, who was standing over the stove and wrapped his arms around her waist. "When's our dinner going to be ready?" He asked into her ear.

"What? You don't like the baby food?" Haley asked with a smirk.

"Very funny." Hotch replied.

Haley turned around in his arms. "I thought so."

"Really?" Hotch asked as he kissed her.

"Umm hmm." Haley said kissing him back.

They both froze as the phone rang. Hotch knew they were both dreading the call that would take him back to work, back to BAU and on another case; away from Haley and Jack.

"I'll get it." Hotch said, giving Haley one last kiss before going into the hallway. He tousled the little hair that Jack had on his way out.

Hotch grabbed the phone from its charger and pressed the 'talk' button. "Hello?" He answered.

"Hello, Agent Hotchner. Remember me?" Frowning, Hotch tried to place the voice. It was a woman's voice; confident and somehow familiar. No, it couldn't be.

His mind refused to believe it. The voice was from a person he sooner forget, and had forgotten. She was supposed to be dead. The phone felt numb in Hotch's hand. He could hear the ticking of the clock in the background.

"Hotchner. You still there?" Amy Raymond's voice came over the line again and she didn't sound dead to him.

Hotch cleared his throat. "I'm still here." His voice still sounded strangled and he quickly returned it to normal. "You're not dead." It was more a statement then a question.

He could hear the smile in her voice. It infuriated him for some reason. "No. Not yet anyways."

He looked around quickly; Haley was still in the kitchen. "How'd you get this number?" He asked sharply.

"I have friends." She answered mildly. Her tone turned serious. "I need your help."

Hotch snorted. "You've got to be kidding me." He walked a few feet away from the kitchen doorway.

"This is no joke, Hotchner." Amy's tone was hard. "You wanted to know who I'm working for."

Hotch stopped walking. She had him there and she knew it. "Alright." He said. "I'll bite. Who are you working for? Why did you commit all those murders?"

"I can't tell you that over to phone. Can we meet? In person?"

Hotch fell silence again. His mind spinning with possibilities and scenarios.

"You don't have to answer now." Amy continued. "I know you want to talk it over with your team or maybe even your lovely wife."

Hotch stiffened. "Are you threatening my family?" He asked harshly.

"Of course not." Amy's tone was soothing, but Hotch didn't believe a word of it. "If I was we wouldn't be having this conversation. You want answers and I have them. It's as simple as that."

Hotch could hear the shrug in her tone. It was all a game to her; people were to be used and manipulated. "How can I get in touch with you?" Hotch asked. Maybe he could get Garcia to run a trace.

The smile was back in her tone. "Nice try, Aaron. You don't. I call you. This is the way it works until we establish a level of trust. You know that."

Hotch added the information she had just given him into his mental profile. She had just quoted a section of the FBI's hostage negotiation handbook to him by memory. Former law enforcement? But that was impossible! She was just a kid, Reid's age.

"Now go and enjoy your meatloaf. I'll bet Haley's a good cook." With that, she hung up.

Hotch pulled the phone away from his ear, the dial tone ringing in the silence. The smell of meatloaf drifted into the hallway. A cold feeling settled into his stomach. How did she know? How the hell had she known?

"Aaron?"

Hotch pulled himself back to the present at Haley's voice. She was standing in the doorway to the kitchen, a towel in her hands and a frown on her face.

Hotch realized he was still holding the phone. He pressed end and placed it back in its charger.

"Everything alright?" Haley asked coming up to him.

"Yeah." Hotch lied. "Work stuff. They don't need me to come in though."

Haley smiled. "Good." She kissed him. "Come on. Supper's ready."

Jack called from the kitchen and Haley hurried back.

Hotch watched her go and then turned to look at the phone one last time. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was dreadfully wrong, and it was all Amy Raymond's fault.