A/N: I'M BAAAAAAAAACK! I'm SO SORRY that it took me THIS LONG. But my head suffered a hostile takeover. (winces) BUT, I'm finally here! We'll see how this story continues…

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The Crimson Flight of a Jay and a Sparrow


Donny Delaney had worked for Wolf for as long as he cared to remember. Over the years he'd obtained a reputation that made just about anyone who heard his codename, Black Coyote, shudder. But when he heard that Red Sparrow wasn't in jail anymore… He was truly, genuinely scared.

As soon as he made it home he ensured that every single door was firmly locked. As though it would've kept such a monster outside. His unsteady hand had just grabbed a phone when a too familiar voice purred. "Hey, Donny. You must've missed me, if you were stupid enough to lure me to you."

Donny's eyes widened. There was a liquor cabinet in front of him, and from the reflection on its door he saw red hair. He swallowed thickly while his hand slid down, slowly and subtly. "I have no part in Wolf's pla…" He didn't get the chance to finish.

The kick was hard and merciless. Sent his head right through the door and at the bottles behind it. Broken glass slashed deep wounds to his cheeks and he snarled from pain and fury. His fingers sped towards the long, sharp knife he'd been about to grab but Sofia was faster. Steel found a new home from his back before he could blink.

"Help me find Wolf…" She twisted the knife, making him groan against his will. "… and I'll finish this quickly."

Donny hissed. Then kicked backwards, with all his might. It pushed the tiny woman further, he had no idea how much. She landed with a thud that gave him a tiny hint of satisfaction.

He expected Sofia to cry out or snarl. Instead she began to laugh. "Oh, Donny… You have no idea how glad I am that you did that. Because when my preys fight back…" Before he sensed her moving her hand was back on the blade and plunged it just a little deeper. "… it always makes me enjoy the kill even more. Move an inch… and I'll show you hell on Earth. Please do. You know I'd enjoy it."

Donny gasped, each sound bubbling sickeningly. No air was getting into his lungs. He was dying. And if Sofia had her way it'd be a long, painful process. "I…", he rasped. "… no idea …"

Sofia sat on top of him. Her weight wasn't much but in his current condition it was enough to paralyze him. "You have no idea where I'm going to find what I'm looking for? Now that's disappointing." She twisted the knife some more. "But you know someone who does know. I saw you fiddling with your phone. You were about to warn someone." When he didn't respond she slammed a second knife at his leg, making him scream out loud. "AM I RIGHT?"

"YES!" he somehow managed to bellow, with breath he hadn't imagined he had.

Sofia scratched him behind the ear. "Good boy. Wolf always said that you're a good puppy." He trembled when metal caressed the far too exposed skin of his neck seconds before she went on. "Is she still alive?"

Donny emitted a few bitter, wet chuckles. His last laugh. "If… she is… not for long… Wolf… isn't good… with fragile things…"

The third blade pierced his neck before the echo of the last syllable faded.

Spencer turned his head when Sofia sat into the car. He gave the plastic-bag containing her blood-soaked clothes a look, then focused on the leather pants and shirt she wore. She shrugged. "He kept the clothes I left on my previous… visit. Sentimental idiot."

Spencer felt sick to his stomach. Because he knew that this was only just the beginning of their journey. "Did you get any information?"

Sofia's only response was fishing out a phone that wasn't hers and dialing. Her eyes darkened in a chilling manner and narrowed when the one she called picked up. "No, this isn't Donny. He won't be able to make it to the phone." Her tone was smoother than velvet, as was the humorless laugh which followed. "I must admit… I was disappointed that you picked up. Because I actually like you." She scoffed. "If I were you, I'd start paying attention, right now." Her eyebrow arched. "What I want? Darling… You know exactly what I want." She eased herself to a more comfortable position, clearly feeling in control. "First of all, send a cleaning up crew to Donny's. I… left a mess. And then help me find what I'm looking for alive, because that 'alive' is the only thing keeping you… among us. Unless you want to be the next one needing a cleaning up crew." She listened surprisingly patiently, then smiled serenely. "Thank you, darling. Better hope I won't be seeing you soon. Keep picking up the phone when I call, and don't whisper even a single word of this to Wolf. Or I will come and visit. Are we on the same page?" One corner of her lips rose, revealing her teeth. "Good girl." With that threat she hung up. Her eyes were still the sharp ones of a successful predator when they turned towards him. "I've got our next location. But there's somewhere we'll go first."

"We don't have the time to…!" Spencer tried to protest but was cut off quickly.

"Wolf made this personal. I'm returning the favor." Sofia's jawline tightened while her gaze studied him intently. "How is it going to be? Will you let me play dirty? Or do I need to get you out of the way?"

Spencer drove on and said nothing.


Out of the whole team's decision it was JJ who went to see the mystery-patient found from Spencer's car. Despite the painful injuries marring her she was a beautiful woman, roughly around Spencer's age. Long, black hair, blue eyes, which looked at her with a great deal of fear and suspicion as soon as she entered.

JJ did her best to offer a reassuring smile. "Hi. I'm agent Jareau, with the FBI. I'd… like to ask you a few questions. Is that alright?"

The other woman frowned and pulled her legs to her chest, then nodded barely noticeably.

JJ nodded back and sat down slowly, not wanting to startle the already traumatized victim. "Is your name Ava?" She took the jerking motion of a head as a 'yes'. "I've understood that you're not comfortable with talking yet, so I'm going to give you a pen and some paper." She showed said items to Ava, who kept an eager eye on them. "I'll hand them…" She didn't have the time to finish before the victim had grabbed the paper and started writing. The process was brief but frantic. The paper was then practically tossed at her. It held only one word.

'Robin'

It was JJ's turn to frown. What…? "Ava, what does this mean?"

The victim said or typed nothing more. JJ was about to keep demanding answers. But just then her phone started ringing and Ava shuddered, whatever chance she had to get answers lost. The blond groaned from frustration before picking up. "Agent Jareau."

"You'd… better get back to the office." Penelope sounded so shocked that all irritation faded away. "We've got visitors."

JJ drove back faster than would've probably been advisable. By the time she reached the briefing room the remaining team was already there, stunned expressions on their faces. As soon as she saw their visitors she understood. She blinked twice from surprise. There was an older man she'd never seen before and… "Aaron?"

"Hey. I… wish I could've visited under better circumstances." Aaron Hotchner gritted his teeth. "There's a lot you need to know."


Prue Shannon had been on Wolf's payroll since the day she turned sixteen. The day he was arrested she was twenty-three. And his newest… special little playmate. Which earned her certain privileges, even while he was incarcerated.

Wolf's mansion, built to a stunningly beautiful beach, wasn't only beautiful. It also had the best security system money could buy and a small army of guards. If there was a place in the whole wide world where she was safe, that was it.

Or so she imagined. Until she came home from a run to find a woman she was never supposed to see again sitting in the kitchen. She froze, her recently calmed heartrate beginning to race anew. With a single gunshot through a silencer her unwanted visitor killed the guard who'd had the time to make a single move to defend his boss.

Prue's lips were already open to call for security when Sofia placed a finger to her lips. "I hope you don't mind, but I had someone keep those guards of yours company. It's been such a long time, so I wanted it to be just the two of us."

Prue gritted her teeth. She knew what the other woman was doing in her home. "I tried to tell Wolf that it was a bad idea."

Sofia snorted. "Since when has that man ever listened to anyone?" The criminal's eyes flashed. "You know what he took from me."

Prue breathed hard. She was skilled and experienced. She had no idea if it'd be enough. "I'll never tell you where he is."

Sofia rolled her eyes. "Prue, you're smarter than this. I'm not visiting you for information. I'm visiting you to leave a message."

They clashed like two wild animals. Used bare hands, because anything else wouldn't have been intimate and personal enough. Fists… Kicks… Blow after a blow. It didn't take long before both their blood stained the expensive floor.

It took exactly fifty-two minutes before Prue managed to hurl Sofia at a wall. The redhead was stunned, but only for a moment. Before Prue had the slightest chance to see it coming a kick came. She flew violently and crashed through a glass-table. And remained on the floor, because before she could recover a heavy boot was pressed against her throat.

Sofia glared down at her, the look in those eyes nothing human. The blood staining the woman made her look like an angel of death. "I'm sorry about the pup in your belly. But Wolf should've known better than to make it personal." She lifted her gaze towards the security camera pointed directly at them. "Wolf… This is for Merlin. Imagine what I will do for Robin." With those ominous words Sofia got to work.


At the meeting room a shocked silence lingered until Aaron sighed. "I… heard about Wolf. And I figured that you and Reid need help."

Luke scoffed and nodded slowly, the fastest to recover. "Yeah. You could say that."

JJ focused on the man who had yet to introduce himself with a suspicious frown. "I'm sorry, but… Who are you?"

"Carl Lincoln, CIA." The man's expression was grim. "I'm sure that Reid has already told you to stay away from this, and I agree with his decision. If you try to find him you'll end up doing far more harm than good. But if you want to try helping, anyway… Or to at least understand… Then you should read this. Mind you, this is top secret material. Officially none of you has seen any of this. Understood?" They all nodded eagerly. Satisfied, he revealed a thick file. Once they saw what read on top of it none of them knew what to think.

'Reid, Spencer / Black Jay'

The shock from before paled in comparison to this new one. They all stared at the file. "CIA?" Rossi choked. "Really?"

"That's… not all." Aaron revealed another, equally thick CIA's file and placed it on the table. Names 'Walsh, Sofia' and 'Red Sparrow' were written on it. "Another agent. She used to be a member of my team."


Prue's screams carried easily downstairs, where Spencer closed his eyes while the sounds tore at the heart he was trying so very hard to preserve. Even in the middle of this pitch-black nightmare. He fought to tell himself that at least some of the person he once was would be intact when this was over.

One of the ten guards lay on the floor gurgled and shifted marginally. The last one alive. And, coincidentally, one of Wolf's most loyal pack-members. "… she's… a monster… remember you, Jay… Better than this…"

Spencer looked towards the man, the kind of rage and blood-lust in him only Scratch had managed to evoke rising. "A lot of people seem to imagine that they know what kind of a person I am. And what kind of a person she is." He shook his head and aimed a gun where it'd hurt, not at a lethal spot. "They have no idea." He pulled the trigger and soon the guard's howls of agony drowned out Prue's dying ones.

An hour later he and Sofia both sat on their car's backseat, the redhead without a shirt so he could tend to her wounds. Spencer didn't mean to do so, but couldn't help himself. Once he was done with fresh injuries his hand paused to a much older scar marring the woman's stomach. It was long and ugly, an angry line against pale skin.

His brush was brief and tender. But it was enough to make Sofia react. She shuddered, then crushed her lips against his in a bruising, almost violent kiss. It was over before Spencer could decide how he felt about it. He told himself that he wanted to push her away, even if some parts of him begged to disagree.

"Wolf stole one of my babies. But I'm not giving him another. I want to make him howl until he dies, slowly and painfully", Sofia hissed, her warm breath making his lips tingle. Their eyes met, holding identical intensity. "Let's go and get back our daughter."


TBC


A/N: OH BOY…! We've seen that Spencer has a dark side, but… (shivers) That was A LOT of violence and info. Are you all still hanging in there?

SO. Now we know why the duo is on a warpath. Will they find Wolf? And if they do, what will happen?

AND. The most important question of all. Do you guys want to read more? PLEASE, do let me know! I LOVE hearing from you.

Until next time, which should come much faster than this one! I REALLY hope that I'll see you all there.

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