Part 1
A gentle heart is tied with an easy thread.
- George Herbert
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Chapter 01
Manhattan Beach, NY
His name was Bohdan Goraya. That he was involved in organized crime was undeniable.
Over time the Organized Crime Unit had learned that he headed up a fairly large criminal organization in the nearby Brighton Beach area. Drugs, prostitution, bookmaking, and racketeering were the basics of any criminal organization, but Bohdan got creative. He discovered smuggling, and then human trafficking. When he discovered the profit involved in arms dealing he went to the top of the list of people to take down.
The problem was getting hard evidence. "You'd better be right about this." SSA Adam Marcus said.
SSA Mark Donovan turned to look at him. "His sources haven't been wrong yet."
They walked past the phalanx of cars and officers busily arresting Bohdan and all of his people. "Where does he get his sources anyway?"
"That is on a need to know basis, and you do not need to know. I do not need to know. Only the Director knows." Donovan strode through the hallways of Goraya's impressive home, and down to the wine cellar. Once there he opened the case that contained the fine crystal used for tastings, and triggered a small latch hidden within. A panel on the wall popped. He opened it and revealed what looked like the door of a safe. "Just where it's supposed to be."
"Let's hope the combination is right." Marcus replied. "You don't need to know? You're his Unit Chief."
"When it comes to his sources it's between him and the Director. Period. Otherwise he's a team player." The combination wanted an eight digit password and a fingerprint scan. Donovan consulted the note he had and entered the combination. Then he opened a small, plastic case and pulled out a polymer casting of a fingerprint. Putting it over his finger he let it warm a moment and then placed it against the glass. The safe beeped and opened.
"Son of a bitch." Marcus said.
Donovan grabbed the handle of the safe and pulled, but it didn't open. He fiddled a bit and found that it would slide. In fact the whole wall panel would slide, revealing the walk in safe room beyond it. A room just laden with evidence. "Pay dirt." He said with a smile.
"How?"
"Like I said, we don't need to know."
A few blocks away a young woman in a pink hoodie was walking down a well-manicured street. Her hood was up, her head down. She brought nothing with her, even her pockets were empty.
She was terrified.
This was her only chance.
She tensed as an SUV pulled up beside her, one rigged to spend more time off road than on. It slowly drove along side her as the window rolled down.
"Yulia Goraya?" The driver asked.
Yulia swallowed. This might be the last time she heard that name. She turned to look at the driver, ready to bolt if she had to, and saw the tattoo of a lotus on his wrist. She smiled and felt the tension she had held start to melt away into tears that fell down her cheeks. "Hey."
The car stopped fully. "Get in." He said. She scrambled into the passenger seat, her relief palpable, her smiled turning into a grin. "Welcome to your new life."
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Yep, new story. Set during season Season 8, right around episodes 5 & 6 to begin with, but then goes off the rails and off cannon.
Fair warning, Reid gets a boyfriend in this one. It doesn't get graphic but if you don't like the idea turn back now.