This story takes place in the 9th season finale of MI-5 and Season 7 of Criminal Minds….

I don't own MI-5/Spooks or Criminal Minds! I do own the characters I made up here in Fallen Angels!

Thank you, Magpie of Silver for your Beta'ing clean-up!

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Enjoy!

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Fallen Angels – Chapter 1

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"…If you're going to shoot me, shoot me now." Harry said to him.

Nothing.

Harry turned around and found he was alone on the roof top.

Putting his face in his hands Harry shook his head, and walked away.

48 hours later, Harry was talking to the British Home Secretary about Albany and the revelation on the file. Although the Russians now knew Albany was a genetic weapon that they tried to sell it to the Chinese using Lucas North as a carrier as well as Vaughn Edwards. Home Secretary told him that Harry was to be tried for treason, for revealing a very top secret national information to a foreign country that he himself could not protect.

Harry sat down outside the balcony and thought through the evening; about what his next step would be, what his future was going to be.

Certainly not to be tried for treason!

Bloody hell! All that he had done for his country all these years, if they only knew the real truth about Albany! Harry snorted loudly as he took a drink.

Luckily he always had plan B to implement…

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"How is he?"

"Oh, he'll live another bloody day, the fool thinks he is Evel Knieviel. Almost broke the rope trying to retrieve his damn sorry shit."

"Who's that?"

"You mean you've never of Evel Knieviel? He was an American daredevil back in the 70s. He likes to jump over cars in his bike and things. But that's about like our crazy man over there."

"Do you think he's worth saving?"

"I don't know. Enoch thinks so, besides if he doesn't play our game, he'll be finished. Okay, let's get this game on the road."

A sharp pain felt on his upper right arm and soon blackness….

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He woke up in the darkness of a metal cell. He was cuffed to the bed and saw that he in his his underwear but luckily it was warm in the room.

He tried to move his legs as well but saw that they were cuffed too.

"Hello!" He called out "Anyone here?"

No answer.

Suddenly the metal door slid opened and a masked man walked in; he was wearing what appeared to be a black devil mask and a black turtle-neck long sleeved shirt and black leather pants and boots. All black.

"Who are you? The devil?"

The masked man shook his head and slid the door shut as he pulled a chair out of the wall.

"You may call me Enoch."

"'And Enoch walked with God; and he was not, for God took him. Genesis 5:24'"

"Well, well, you seem to know your Bible quotes…Lucas." Enoch said.

"My father was a Methodist minister. Who are you really and where am I? You're not really Enoch."

"For now, Enoch will do. You're in a…secluded location. But trust me; you'll come to no harm unless you want to. After all, you wanted to jump off the building a few days ago."

"A few days ago?"

"Oh yes, it's been three days since you took the leap…MI-5 and the world now thinks Lucas North is dead, isn't that is what you want?"

Lucas lay back down on the cot and nodded, "Why didn't you let me finish it?"

"Oh, because men like you are too valuable."

He turned to look at the masked man, "What do you mean valuable? If you mean to use me to trade for leverage or something similar, you're wasting your breath. I'm dead, remember?"

"Oh, I'm well aware. No, I don't mean that kind of value. I meant your talent. You are intelligent and very useful in covert operations."

Lucas narrowed his gaze, "You mean undercover jobs?"

He nodded. "Black operations."

"Go on…"

"Since you're no longer with any governmental agencies, you now belong to my… organization."

"And what is that?"

"We call ourselves the Fallen Angels."

Lucas chuckled, "Very appropriate…and if I don't co-operate?"

"If you check on the back of your right hand, you'll find a chip planted inside containing a GPS locator that tracks your movement at all times as well as a nano chemical compound embedded into your system that on command will be released into your body and dissolved your DNA structure and rendered you into a pile of goo in less than 60 seconds."

Lucas looked at the back of his hand and saw a small cut and what looked like healing sutured wound, "You're a bastard!"

Enoch laughed, "So I've been told many times, especially by the man upstairs. So how about it? We strictly take out forces that don't play by the rules and when the military and the government had their hands tied by politics. We play by our own rules. The only thing is we don't take out the innocents, women and children unless it's a matter of choice."

Lucas was still silent as he thought, "What's in it for me?"

"Penance. We'll call it that, for all the wrong you've done in your past, this is your chance to do right. Remember the bombings you're responsible in the British Embassy? All the deaths you've caused?"

Lucas became angry as he struggled against the cuffs, "How the fuck did you know about it! Who the hell are you?"

Enoch laughed, "A lot more than you think! You can't save Maya, but you certainly can save many more in her memory. She will remember you for that. You've avenged her death by killing Vaughn. Considered yourself reprieved on that score."

"Go fuck yourself!"

"I already did." He laughed. "I'll give you a day to decide. If you choose otherwise, well… it's been nice knowing you. We'll just collect your mess in a jar." He held a device that when triggered would kill Lucas via the nano chip in his hand and left.

Lucas laid his head back down as he stared above him and thought.

Maya was dead…he couldn't even shed any tears for her; who had buried her for that matter?

In fact, who died for him? Certainly, there would be someone at the bottom of the building when he supposedly jumped.

MI-5 would want a confirmation on him. Poor sod.

What now? Should he take this job? A second chance?

He was prepared to die, to join Maya in death, now he was denied of it.

Who are these people? These Fallen Angels? Angels indeed, rogue militants? People who didn't play the game?

Well, he did liked and enjoyed being a member of -5 while he was with the agency until the Russians tried to manipulate him and when Vaughan pressured him to turn traitor. He wanted to do good; he never liked his true person, John Bateman.

John was a weak individual; who had gotten so involved in transporting cannabis to and fro for Vaughn, he was literally disgusted with himself for becoming so demoralizing that when he met the real Lucas North that he found himself wanted to be him!

But what came next was still hazy; did he kill his friend or did Vaughn? Until now, he was not entirely sure. He did not trust his own memories anymore, not after what Oleg had done to him, what with his torture treatments.

8 years in a Russia prison was no walk in a park! Well, that was in the past!

He should put them in the past; that leap off the building…he should consider that part of his life…dead.

Damn it! He was now given a new life and he should make good use of it.

He once told Harry that he wanted to make good of Lucas North's name and made everyday counted and he meant it. Vaughn had screwed it up and now he was dead.

He was able to start over again!

Penance, Enoch had called it; highly appropriate indeed.

It should be interesting; if he should join this ops.

Now he waited for Enoch's return.

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"Do you think he'll join?"

"I don't know. It's hard to tell with him."

"Kind of late, don't you think?"

"Hey…Enoch thinks he's a good asset to the team. And I do need a partner."

"You're getting old, Sammael."

"Well, Sammael is an old fella, over 3000 years old."

"I mean you, not the persona, let's not get carried away with the role."

"Of course not, my dear. Back to him…I think he'll join our outfit. He likes to shoot too much. I've been watching him lately. A bit conflicted but that went with the territory when he's with -5."

"MI-5 has finished so many fine officers then they realized, so has the CIA."

"Ah, let's not get back to that old argument, dear."

"Whatever you say."

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A few kilometers away from this building, at the INTERPOL building, Emily Prentiss was in the middle of a heated argument with her boss, Clyde Easter.

"What do you mean I can't bring him in from Nigeria? He's an international criminal and a terrorist!"

"I'm well aware of it, darling. But Balut Noeli is not British Subject; ergo he cannot be extradited into our country."

"This smells nothing but a bunch of bureaucratic bull shit and you know it!" She clenched her fist.

"Babe, I know the burning feeling but it's no use, Nigeria will simply not releasing him into our custody."

Emily turned to stare at the video feed on the flat screen before her, "Tell me Clyde, if there is a means to extract the bastard here, can we still charge him for terrorism?"

"Oh yes! Once his damn toe touches British soil his ass is ours. Not even the Embassy can deny him. What have you in mind?"

"Don't worry your curly hair, Clyde." Emily grinned.

He shook his head,"I really don't want to know, cause it's nothing but a load of paperwork for me and you know I bloody hate paperwork."

Emily laughed "Clyde, you've never done paperwork your whole damned life, you leave them for Donna or is it still Donna?"

He shook his head, "It's Fiona. 38-24-26." He grinned.

Emily giggled, "Oh my. Is this your new secretarial résumés?"

"Hell yeah! And nothing older than 30 years old. Ciao babe, keep me up to date." He leaned forward to turn off the screen.

Emily opened her door which was next to her secretary and briefly spoke to her.

Then she retreated to her office.

As she sat down, her cell phone buzzed, it was from her partner, Chris Cooper.

"Hey Em…What's going on? Do you want me to pick up lunch?"

"Just a pastrami sandwich will do and we're trying to catch that Nigerian bastard Balut Noeli but Clyde is having a kittens about it."

He chuckled. "Clyde is a pussy cat, so it fits him."

"I have an idea…escort services."

"Huh?"

"Pay attention, Coop. Balut likes to pay for women. I'm going to set up a bait. Nigeria does not have clean escort services, so I'm going to bait him online and get him to meet here."

"Are you sure it's safe to do so? Who's the honey?"

"Me. He likes brunettes."

"Boss, it's too dangerous."

"Coop, since when did you become my father?"

"Since someone have to protect your sorry ass, boss." He added the last out of respect.

"Look, we need to get Balut, he's plotting something bad, I can feel it. The sooner we put him out of commission the better."

"Okay…it's your hide…you're the boss, boss. I'll be there watching for your ass. As usual."

"Don't sass me, Cooper or I'll send you back to New York in a heartbeat! And you'll be walking the street for the rest of your damn life and eat stale donuts until you weigh 500 lbs."

He laughed, "Okay, okay, let me know when you set your frieaking honey trap and get to working. Later."

"Yeah, yeah…" She ended the call and stood up and walked back to her secretary.

"Jenny, is it ready?"

"Oh, it's up and running, come and see for yourself." Her secretary smiled.

Emily leaned over and began laughing. "Oh shit, Jenny! This is great! Balut will freaking cum just looking at the screen! This is awesome job!"

"I know! You just don't pay me enough to lie, boss." Jenny giggled.

Emily laughed, "I sure don't. But you know it's the INTERPOL that holds the purse strings, Jenny. Cheap asses! I'd gladly pay you good money. Where did you get that picture anyways?" Emily asked as she tilted her head to look at it.

Jenny stared at Emily and grinned, "Oh, I have my means and I'm not going to tell you…trick of the secrets…."

"Trick of the trade, Jenny…Then again, I don't want to know." She shook her head. "How long do we know if he's going to contact us?"

"A day, maybe a few…depends on how horny he gets."

Emily giggled, "Hopes he is very. I'm calling it a night. I'll see you in the morning, Jenny!"

"Night boss!"

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End of Chapter 1