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Rossi sat in his office chair, his hand was fisted as he looked at the two dumb-asses in front of him, thinking of what he needed to do next. He listened half heartedly to their complaints and stopped himself from rolling his eyes as they pleaded with him. He looked at the man standing in front of the door, a loyal man for more then 10 years, he gave him a slight nod of the head and watched as he left the room. He waited patiently, as much as he could, for the man to come back. All the time, the two in front kept talking, or really talking over the other, more and more of the truth coming out.
"Enough!" David thunder, his head rolling on his shoulders and his neck cracking in place. He got up from the chair and walked to his left, going to pour himself a much-needed drink. The 40-year-old scotch burned as it went down his throat and he sighed, "Andre, what really happened this morning."
The older of the two took a small breath, "We went to the house like you said too, the parents were asleep in bed as were the two children. What we didn't expect was for the children to have friends over, the daughter had two girls over and in her room. We went threw with everything as planned, killed the parents and the dog, because it bit Cyrus. We were going to leave right after, no sound, leave the children as is. But, the boy woke up and saw us leaving the bedroom, it all happened so fast and before we could stop it, we had screaming children and well….Cyrus can't handle screaming kids."
Andrea put a hand on his younger brothers' shoulder before continuing, "It just got out of hand."
Rossi nodded his head, "I would say that's an understatement, now you killed a father of two, who owed me a quarter of a million dollars. I'm grateful you got to the safe and returned my money, but you also killed his wife. I told you to only kill him, and now you two have to live with the fact that now 5 other people are dead. 4 of which are under 6 years old, how many times do you to have to fuck everything up before you learn?!"
The older man slammed his hands down on the desk and gave the two boys a hard glare, "We don't killed children! The wife, is fine, I could care less about her, but we leave the children!"
The two sunk back in the chair, unaware that Doyle had come back into the room with another man. "Boss, we never meant..."
Rossi held his hand up, "You've both messed up for the last time, I can't have you two on my team anymore."
Rossi nodded and sat back in his chair, he signed off on work as Doyle and Derek strangled the other two.
~~~~~
Aaron looked at the two bodies that had 'washed' up on the beach, "It's clear that these two where murdered and then dumped here, but these are also the two who killed the Anderson family, Megan James and Rylee Ruiz. They even have things from the house still on them."
Truman looked at the younger man, "I think we both know who did this, Andre and Cyrus Humble were known to work for David Rossi, no doubt hired to kill Mr. Anderson but they messed up. Rossi doesn't kill children, these two did, therefore there was blood needed to be taken. Something that Rossi does to try and better himself, make it easier to sleep at night."
Hotch nodded his head agreeing with his chief, "Sir I think we need to finally take him down."
"Son, I've been saying that for more than 25 years but it's not easy to take down the head of the Italian Mob and I can't bust him for anything anyways, he has honestly done nothing at all. His men do his dirty laundry and he sits back calling the shots."
Hotch got in the car as his Chief got behind the wheel, "I didn't know Rossi was at the top, I thought there were three main families?"
"There is, the Rossi's, the DeLuca's and the Sorrentino's. Rossi is head and the other two have their own territory in sub divisions. Once a year they host a huge family reunion, the perfect place to bust, what we really need is for more evidence to finally put Rossi back in prison."
"Back, Sir?"
"I arrested him 20 years ago, after another one of his men was killed. At that time Rossi was barely getting into the roll of running the Mod, so he slipped up and left a witness. A young girl who saw him and his men kill a young store owner, I had enough to nail him for 2 decades."
"But?"
Truman pulled into the underground parking of the FBI head quarts, "But the judge was on his payroll I'm sure, he would still be in prison if it were for me but he only got 2 years and had to pay a fine of $10 thousand."
Hotch followed the older man to the elevators and continued to show his interest, "Were you ever able to prove the judge was dirty?"
"No, no one believed me at the time, so I had to sit back and watch as Rossi rose in power."
The two men walked into the bull pin and up the stairs to the conference room where the rest of team A was. "Gideon, what do you have for us?"
"Well Greenaway and I have come down to plan C. Dale it's our only way to get him."
Truman shook his head, "I can't Jason, we aren't ready."
Hotch looked confused, "We have a plan C?"
Gideon nodded, "We have to send someone undercover, it won't be easy and the last time we did, we lost a few of our own but we need to try again."
"Damn it Jason, the only man fit for the job isn't ready!"
"You don't know that Dale, I think he is."
The chief sighed, "What do you think Hotchner?"
"Well sir, if you don't think this man is ready.."
"It's you son, you're the only man capable for the job."
Hotch was taken back, he looked at his team mates in shook. Gideon had a look of confidence, Elle waited for an answer, Reid was to busy reading the profile and Kate just gave him a small smile.
"Sir, I can do this."
Truman nodded, "Ok, let's go to my office."
The two men walked down the catwalk and into the far-left office, the chief took his seat behind the desk and Hotch sat across in the visitor's chair.
"Hotchner, there's something classified about this case that only myself and the Director know of, something I need to tell you about before you go undercover."
"Of course, what is it?"
The older man unlocked the bottom right draw and pulled out a thick file labeled, Rossi. He handed the file over to Hotch and let the man look threw, waiting for the same look he had given the Director many years ago.
"Sir this is the file of the undercover agents."
"Yes, it is, of the only two Agents ever to go undercover and the lives of 15 men and woman killed in the cross fire."
Hotch read the first file, "Agent Marcus Rickson, former FBI Agent and SWAT leader. Died April 11th, 1994. Found hanging from a bridge in New York, 7 cops found shot and killed one block over by machine gun."
"Those cops answered to Rickson's back up call when Rossi's men found out he was a cop."
Hotch nodded and tried to get threw the crime scene photos quickly, he flipped to the next Agent.
"Emily Prentiss? I've heard of her, she's the CIA Director's daughter, why was she sent?"
"Former CIA and Interpol Agent Emily Prentiss was the second and last Agent to go undercover until now. The Director knew that Emily, then only 25, was a perfect fit. She spoke Italian, was young and gorgeous, had a way with her words and could defend herself with no trouble. When I met her, I knew that she was the one for our new undercover op. Both me, Director Prentiss and Director Harding made sure that everything was set, and Emily was ready to prove herself anyways. I met her several times before we sent her in, I trained her on how to get in and out easily. Her mission was to get as close to Rossi as she could, and yes that meant whatever she needed to do to make that happen. She was to learn the secrets of what she could before reporting back to head quarts. She went in as Emily Torren, and it was working well for 6 months but it soon went horribly wrong one night as we chased Rossi down, he had uncovered Emily's true identity and she had radioed in for back up. I was the first one the scene after the first responders, and what I walked into was a blood shed. I found 6 of the first responding team shot and gutted on the floor of a dark and dirty warehouse. There was blood everywhere, and let me say that it still gives me chills to think about. But what had me still going strong was knowing that Emily wasn't found and safe yet. I walked from room to room, clearing as I went and found a pool of blood farther down. It was small but there were bloody drag marks going out the back, there I found another two agents and Emily's badge. Her picture was covered in blood and her clothes from the day where ripped and shredded near. As I got closer, I saw a rolled-up carpet about 20 feet from the end of the dock."
Dale took a breath as he let Hotch look at the crime scene photos, the younger man's own stomach in knots.
"I walked up slowly to the carpet and there was nothing but more blood over it, I slowly un-rolled it as Gideon and a few agents came up behind me. There we found a dead homeless woman inside, but on her stomach was covered the words, 'The water', when I saw that I knew. I ran full force to the end of the dock and in the distance were tail lights to a car. I jumped in without a care and tried my best to open the trunk after seeing that the front of it was empty. I fought so hard to open that damn door but I was to late, there where no more air bubbles coming from it and it was seeking way to fast. Gideon had to jump in after me and pull me up, I fought them all as they pulled me from the water. I beat myself up because I had to go and tell the Director that I was to late! That I was the reason his daughter was dead."
The older shook his head and looked out the window, "The car was never recovered and we had to burry an empty casket. And I went on for years after killing myself for getting that girl killed, that was until about 7 years ago."
"Why is that?"
"7 years ago, I got a call from Director Harding about Emily's case. He wanted to talk about that night again. So, I went and sat in a meeting full of Directors from all main Government heads, Director Prentiss included and they told me to walk them threw that night one more time."
"And you did?"
"I did, every detail the same from my original report, not one word changed in 7 years."
"Why go through it again?"
"To tell me that the Director had lost his daughter. His little girl."
Aaron looked confused, "But you know this already,"
"Yes, I do, but what they wanted to tell me was that the Director lost his daughter that night. He lost a daughter and gained a criminal."
"Sir, I don't understand."
Dale shook his head, "Flip to the back of the file Hotchner."
The younger man did, and Truman watch as it finally clicked, he sighed again.
"Emily Prentiss never died on December 15th, 2001." The chief said with utter disgust.
"Emily Prentiss became a traitor on December 15th, she helped wanted Criminal David Rossi kill 8 of her fellow Agents in cold blood, fake her death and run with him before marrying and giving him 4 children."
