A/N: Can you say worse title ever? Oh hey everyone, it's been awhile. I haven't written anything in about 3 years. I changed my goals and really bunkered down for school and it all paid off. My interests have changed, and this story is going to be a little crazy. I've wanted to continue writing for a while (non-scientifically) and I finally have the time, so I intend to finish this story. It's going be a little weird as I'm combining three different concepts, so try to keep an open mind and stay with it! All mistakes are my own.

Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Criminal Minds, Tintin or Jurassic Park. No copyright infringement is intended, and this piece is a non-profit production of my crazy mind.

She was sitting in her London apartment watching BBC News when her phone rang. Although she no longer worked for the FBI, she still liked to answer with a brief utterance of her last name as a greeting.

"Yes, is this Emily Prentiss? Former FBI behavioural analyst and presently residing in London, England working for Interpol?" the curt, masculine voice asked.

She paused for a moment, caught off guard. "I'm sorry, but I can't confirm that to a perfect stranger. Who's calling?"

"Emily-I'm sorry, may I call you Emily?-My name is Dr. Ronald Wagner and I work for a company known as InGen, which you may be familiar with," the man explained. "I'm calling because I believe you may be interested in taking a temporary position on my team, one that I have cleared with Interpol."

"InGen you said?" Emily frowned. What could a failed dinosaur breeder want with her?

"Yes, you heard correctly. If you'd like, we could meet in about an hour to discuss the details of the position. We would really love to have you as a member of the team."

Emily stared at her phone, wishing she could run the number to verify the identity of the caller. A mysterious man calling her, offering her a job, and wanting to meet her sounded too threatening for her liking. "I'm not sure I-"

"Please Emily, I would love to meet you," Wagner said. "Tell you what, let's meet in a place that would be comfortable for you. How about your Interpol office in an hour? I spoke with your colleague Clyde Easter and he offered to let me use your conference room."

Emily stayed silent for a moment, pondering his offer. If Wagner was telling the truth and had spoken to Clyde, then there should be no reason not to meet him. And he was offering to meet her on her home territory, which slightly eased her mind. "Alright, I don't see why not."

"Perfect! I will see you in an hour Emily. You won't regret it." She heard a click, indicating the conversation was over. She instantly dialed a familiar number.

"You've reached the mother of all modern magic, how can I be of service?" The cheery voice made her heart skip a beat.

"Hello PG, it's been awhile," Emily answered, smiling as she heard a gasp on the other end.

"Emily! How have you been? I haven't heard from you since Derek and I came to visit you last year," Garcia exclaimed. "Wait, is this the moment I've been waiting for? You're marrying a sexy British man and you're calling me to be the maid of honor?"

"Not quite, but close," Emily laughed. "I know I haven't been great at keeping in touch, but I was hoping you might be able to help me out with something. Or rather, someone."

"My fingers are at your mercy former Agent Wonder Woman. What can I do for ya?"

"I just got a very enigmatic phone call from a Dr. Ronald Wagner. He's affiliated with a company called InGen. What can you tell me about him?" Emily asked. "Please, anything would be helpful."

"Your wish is my command. Wait, are we talking the same InGen that turned a mega dino park into a human feeding frenzy?" Garcia pulled up the information she needed in seconds on her monitor. "Because if we are, does this mean you're going to add being Wilma Flintstone to your resume?"

"Don't count on it," Emily replied, smirking at Garcia's comment. "Anything on him?"

"Dr. Ronald Baker Wagner, Vice President and COO of InGen. Raised in Munich, he earned a PhD in biology and genetic research from Yale in 1995, and worked his way up to become a partner and financer of John Hammond's multi-million dollar theme park gone wrong known as Jurassic Park," Garcia explained. "Dr. Wagner has recently published many articles on advancements he's made since the accidents on Isla Nublar."

"Great, can you access his phone record?" Emily asked. She needed to confirm that he had indeed call Interpol.

"Sweetie, you've been gone so long you forget my magic powers. Already done! Dr. Wagner placed 3 calls to London recently, two to private numbers which my secret sources have determined are located in the Interpol offices, and one to a Miss Emily Prentiss," Garcia chirped. "So he seems pretty legit! What's going on?"

Emily paused, realizing she didn't know the answer to that question. "I don't know, he called me and said he wanted to meet me and talk about a potential position he had for me. Offered to meet me at Interpol, and I wanted to check his references so to speak."

"Well you called the right person," Garcia said, tearing up slightly. "You know Em, we really miss you around here. I think Hotch-"

"Please Penelope, you know I don't want to talk about that. We agreed on happy thoughts only before you left, didn't we?" Her chest tightened at the mention of her former Unit Chief. Before she left, they had shared a dance. Although the moment had started out relaxed, Emily remembered the mixture of emotions she had felt when he pulled her closer and whispered into her ear that he wanted her to stay but knew she had to go. He had wished her all the luck in the world, and placed a gentle kiss on her cheek before he had released her hand with a look that had confused her even more.

"I know Em. You know how they say distance makes the heart grow fonder? Well I think my heart is at the fondest it can be right now." A noise beeped in the distance, and Emily knew the technical analyst was being summoned. "Oh darn, I have to go sweet pea. Promise me you'll call me later and dish the dirt on this mystery man?"

"You bet. I'll call you as soon as I can," Emily confirmed. "Love you PG, give my love to the team. And thanks for all your help."

"You can count on that sugar plum! Garcia over and out!"

Emily smiled as she hung up. Although she had left the FBI, she still treasured the time she had spent in Quantico. Some days she wondered if she had made a mistake, but usually tried to push that thought out of her mind.

She looked at the clock and realized she had to meet Wagner in less than half an hour. She was already dressed in a comfortable pair of black chinos and a maroon sweater, so there was no need to change. Grabbing her purse and putting on her shoes, she walked out of her flat pausing briefly to punch in her security code and lock the deadbolt on her door.

With her thoughts wandering, she walked down the street towards Interpol.

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One of the things she liked about her extremely small apartment was the fact that it only took her ten minutes to walk to work. She had decided she wanted the upper hand when speaking with Wagner, and that meant getting there before him.

She walked into the building, flashing her badge and a smile to the two security guards. She punched in her security code and pressed her finger onto a scanner, proceeding into the locked corridor after the door clinked open. Walking over to the elevator, she pressed the up button. The doors opened and she stepped in and slid in her security card, pushing the button for the sixth floor. She could feel her heart pounding as she waited for the doors to close.

"Great snakes! Hold the elevator!" A voice called out, startling her. She put her hand in between the elevator doors and looked out.

"Come on Snowy, we made it," said a young boy. Emily thought he looked to be about sixteen, and was accompanied by a small, white dog. "Thank you miss, I hope we didn't inconvenience you."

"No problem, where are you headed?" Emily asked, eyeing him up. He pulled out a visitor pass and shoved it into the card reader. "Is someone supposed to be accompanying you up?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. My name's Tintin, and this is my best pal Snowy. Say hello Snowy!" The white dog barked at her, tugging at her pant leg. She bent down and patted him on the head briefly. "We're here to meet a Dr. Wagner. Mr. Easter met with me yesterday as I assisted Detective Thomson and Detective Thompson on a recent case. Do you know them?"

"Ah yes, I've worked with them briefly," Emily answered, smirking at the name of the two. They were quite the pair, and frankly Emily wondered why they were still employed. "You wouldn't be meeting Dr. Ronald Wagner, would you?"

"Yes, that's right! Do you know the doctor as well ma'am?"

"It's Emily, Emily Prentiss. Yes, I was asked to meet him here earlier," Emily explained. "I'm a colleague of Clyde's. Pleased to meet you."

The boy nodded. "I don't know about you, but I'm more than a little curious on why we've been called down. A real mystery!"

Emily admired the sparkle in his eyes, and remembered how she had been that excited when she had first started at the Bureau. "I'm sure we'll find out together soon then. And you're right, it's a little odd. I can't believe I agreed to meet him."

The elevator dinged, and opened on the sixth floor. Tintin held an arm out for Emily to go first, putting his leg in front of Snowy who was eager to get out of the large steel box. She smiled at his kind gesture, and led him over to the conference room. Not surprisingly, Clyde Easter was waiting inside, his eyes glossing over a pile of papers.

"Hello Mr. Easter, long time no see," Tintin said in greeting. "I've had the pleasure of meeting your friend Emily."

"Hello Emily, it's been awhile," Clyde rose, going to shake her hand. He knew she always kept things professional when they were at work. "Such a small building and yet we hardly see each other, a pity really."

"Clyde, nice to see you," Emily replied, returning his hand shake. "So do we get answers soon? Dr. Wagner said he had spoken to you earlier about us meeting. I wasn't aware we would have company." She flashed a smile at Tintin, hoping she hadn't offended him. She liked the kid.

"Well, I wouldn't want to begin without the head maestro," the Brit answered, checking his watch. "He should be here any minute." He nodded to the door behind them."

Turning around, Emily looked up and noticed a small man with a cane. But it was the person to his left that really caught her interest, and he was as surprised as her.

"Hotch?"