"Actually, studies have shown that if a cat falls off of a seven story building it has a 30 percent less chance of surviving the fall than a cat that falls from a twenty story building. It takes, on average, about eight stories for the cat to understand what is happening and to attempt to correct itself," Spencer was telling JJ and Emily. Both of them gave him a blank stare. A lengthy silence followed. "I guess you're wondering how the cat can-"
"No, I was wondering who goes around throwing cats off of buildings," Emily said. JJ laughed softly. Spencer looked a little embarrassed. He glanced out the window.
"You guys need anything else," the waitress asked brightly.
"More coffee, please," Spencer told her. His cell phone buzzed and he moved to check it. While he was distracted, JJ caught the waitress's eye vehemently shaking her head and miming the word no. Emily smiled at the exchange. Growing serious once more, she cast a furtive glance in the direction that he had looked a few moments before.
Now her phone was the one that buzzed. She opened the message.
Two of them on the ground. One in front of the thrift store. The other on the corner near the news stand.
Emily hit reply. I recognize the one by the news stand. He's been hanging around the hotel. She faked a smile as she sent her message. At the table in front of them, Agent Hotchner rose and walked to the counter. "Time to go," he said, not looking. The three of them stood as one and went outside.
Across the street, Rossi browsed the newspapers and after a few moments picked a copy of the local tribune. He turned to the man standing a few feet away, "Do you have change for a five?" The guy scowled at him but began to search his pockets nonetheless. He pulled out a few ones and handed them to Rossi. "Thank you. I really didn't expect you to fall for that." Rossi grabbed the man's wrist and within moments had him subdued.
Close by, Derek Morgan was pressing the barrel of his gun against the suspects head. "Not gonna happen." He quickly cuffed the guy and was dragging him away. His eyes scanned the roof tops and surrounding area, knowing that this had been far too simple.
"Like most legends, it does have some basis in reality. However, he was essentially an amalgamation of three separate individuals that at various points in history actually existed," Spencer said to JJ.
"That's fascinating," she replied. She shot Emily a dark look.
"Isn't it though? Of course, the character of Morgan Le Fey was completely fictional. She was derived from the Celt deity the Morrigan, a threefold goddess consisting of Morrigan, Badb and Nemain. They were often depicted as women that would take the forms of ravens, flying over the battlefields in order to collect the souls of the dead and cleanse the land of carrion. Furthermore, there are striking similarities between the Morrigan and the Valkyries of Norse mythos." JJ sighed wearily but Spencer went on. "What a lot of people aren't aware of, is that the word fairy was originally two words, fae meaning friend, and eire meaning green. Oddly enough they were not considered to be green or friendly. In fact, most were quite dangerous. Take the Each Tened, for instance, the Fire Horse…," he trailed off, seeing the incredulous look she was giving him.
"Fairies…you're talking about fairies."
"Sorry."
She continued to stare at him in the same way. "Sometimes, you make me worry about you."
"You think they got it," he asked her.
JJ shrugged, glad for a change in subject. "I don't know. It seemed kind of fast."
Spencer nodded. "It's a trap."
"What-," she managed to say before the very air seemed to explode around them.