New York, New York! – Chapter 3

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Emily entered her new Unit office in the New York building and saw what Hotch said was true!

Skeleton crew couldn't even begin to start…

Over a month ago; when they were here to help the late SSA Kate Joyner, there were a full crew of FBI agents in the office of over 20.

Now, three and they looked as if they came out of …high school?

They were sitting in front of a laptop and sharing a bag of Nacho cheesy chips and one was typing with his fingers full of cheesy dusty residual from the chips….urgh! If Garcia saw this, she would scream and shoot them instantly!

Emily walked behind them and watched what they were looking at;

"…Oh…look…that man is going to eaten!"

"No man, Arnold does not die, the hero of the movie! Infrared, dude. That alien is a serious mutherfucker!"

Emily raised her brow.

"Jesse Ventura is tryin' to look bad ass in his role, best stick to being a Governor!"

"Oh..oh…here comes the alien…I'm glad this is fiction and aliens do exist in real life."

"Oh, aliens exist…illegal aliens!" They all laughed as they threw the Nachos chips all over each other.

Emily had enough of this when she walked around them and pulled the USB cord from the laptop.

"What the fuc…!" They looked up and stared at her angrily. "What do you think you're doing? And who the hell are you?"

"Emily Prentiss," She greeted them as she dropped the cord on the ground and slammed the laptop down. "I'm your new Unit Chief. Unless you want to transfer out of here, be my guess. The door is behind me."

They didn't move as they remained standing.

She continued, "If you do, I'm not going to be giving you a glowing recommendations what with eating snacks and watching 'Predators' on the job. In case you're not aware, there are cameras all around you as proof." They looked up but grinned.

"They don't work." One of them spoke up.

"Why not?" Emily asked.

"Stanley." They said at the same time.

"Stanley?"

"Stan the Man!" They nodded.

"Okay, who is Stanley…and if you give me one word replies, I won't hesitate to shoot you. I don't have time to talk to one-year olds at the moment." To emphasize her threat, she removed her gun from her holster.

Their faces paled immediately as they began to talk at the same time.

Emily shook her head as she couldn't understand them and she put two fingers in her lips and gave a loud piercing whistle, they stopped talking at once and stared at her.

"One at a time," She look at the young Latino man to her right, "You, your name and tell me who this great Stanley is."

"My name is Roberto Gonzalez, I've been with the bureau for five months. I really like it here, Agent Prentiss. Er…Stanley Goldman is the Unit technical computer analysis. He has been here for three years, and he knows everything about computer. He took down the surveillance systems off line."

Emily arched her brow at him. "Does he know it's a violation of FBI policy?"

Roberto shrugged, "He said it's okay to do it, no one would find out."

"What about your pirated movie?" She asked.

"How did you know?"

"Trust me…Netflix? It's a monthly paid media online streaming. I know you young agents are too cheap to pay for a montly subscriptions, am I right?" They nodded. "Let me guess. Stanley the man, pirated it for you in exchange to shut your mouths?" They nodded guiltily.

Before she could asked another question, a man weighing about 300 lbs carrying a plastic sack came walking by and entered into a glass enclosed room and shut the door and lowered the blinds.

Emily watched the whole scene in surprise.

"Agent Prentiss?" The young lady in the middle spoke up. Emily turned to look at her. "That's Stanley."

Emily glance at her watch, it was after 2pm. "Did he just come back from lunch?"

She shook her head, "Uh, no, he just came to work, ma'am."

Emily looked at her, "What?"

"Stanley works at a computer repair shop in the mornings and comes here the rest of the afternoons." She told her.

"How long does he stay here?"

"A few hours, from 2 to 5."

"How long has this been going on?"

"As long as we've been here."

"Um…actually," The third men of the group spoke up said. "He said that he had been doing it since he started here, was pretty proud to brag about it."

"And how long is that, do you know?" Emily asked him.

He shrugged, "I've been here for over 3 years so it's got to be more than that."

Emily nodded and thought for a moment, "What's his full name?"

"Stanley Goldman."

Emily pulled out her phone and began pressed the number to Garcia's office.

You have reached the Divine office of the Goddess of Knowing Everything and All things and in another words…the Oracle Delphi.

Emily grinned, "Hello oh Delphi, how are you?"

Emily! You jumped ship! But you jumped to a good ship and congratulations!

"Thanks PG! Hey, can you do me a favor?"

Of course! For you, new Unit Chief. Just name it!

"Can you check in our employment records a Stanley Goldman, he's a computer analysis here in New York, I need to know how long he's employed and the hours he logged in total. Can you fax them here….uh..in my office…" she looked about her, and looked at one of the agents, "Where is my office?"

They pointed at a corner to her right. She walked to the darkened office.

"Hang on…"She opened the door and turned on the light and walked to the machine and looked for the number and began to read it to Garcia.

Give me a few minutes, what's this about?

"Long story short, a conflict of interest in employment. He apparently has two jobs."

Oh…well, I don't see it. He works from 8-5 Monday to Friday. No sick days taken. Very stellar employee.

"Huh!"Emily snorted. "Search his SSN. He has another job as a computer repair man."

Roger that, double employment, very entrepreneur our man Stanley. Smart but he's about to get his ass busted by our Emily! Garcia laughed

"He doesn't know half of it." She said as she looked out from her office at the three agents who were still standing in shock.

"How's the team?" Emily asked.

Oh, still in New Mexico, fighting the heat and bad serial murderer, and oh…Morgan is on a war path.

Emily stopped smiling, "Oh? Why is that?"

Well, when he found out you took the job, he was not happy, so now he and Hotch are clashing all over again. Garcia sighed. He really needs to grow up.

"Oh, so I shouldn't be talking to him for a while."

Yup. Not for a while, maybe until he simmers down or until Hotch shakes some sense in him.

"That will take some time, PG. And really, I don't blame him as I did take his job from under his nose."

Em, he was not ready for it to begin with.

"PG, you were not ready to let him go yourself, come on, tell the truth." Emily grinned.

I hate you guys.

Emily chuckled, "You love your dark chocolates."

Yup, I'm afraid so. She agreed. Okay…Oh dear, Our man Stan's last three income tax return made him one of the richest computer tech of our time. Emily, what the hell are you going to do?

"Oh, I'm going to do a lot, first, Internal Affairs is coming over to pay Stan a visit, second, Stan the Man will be paying lots of restitution back to Uncle Sam if he doesn't want to go to jail."

Garcia began to laugh out loud, Oh Em, you're the Man! I mean the woman! I've got to hand it to you, pity I'm not there to watch it.

"Speaking of watching, the fool cut the surveillance feed altogether."

No, he didn't! Em, that's a FBI violotion.

"Tell me about it, and he told my three agents it's okay. And they accepted his explanation!"

He is in such a heap of trouble!

"I own his ass now, either that he goes to San Quentin's."

Ouch…well, Em….I gotta…Big papa is calling.

Emily chuckle, "Tell Hotch I said hey, bye PG, and thanks!"

No probs, my lovely All my love to you. Garcia disconnected the line.

Emily looked at the fax paper and shook her head before she called Internal Affairs and appraised them of the situation.

Then she left her office and stood before Stan's closed office and knocked on his door.

"I told you not to bother me while I'm in here!" Stan yelled from within.

"Stanly Goldman, this is Unit Chief Emily Prentiss, open this door right away or I'll shoot it open."

No answer.

Emily turned to look at her three new agents who shrugged.

"Stanley, one more chance, open the door right now!"

"I said don't bother me!"

Emily shrugged and turned to grab a chair behind her and picking it high above her, she smashed it against the glass door and it shattered!

The three agents winced hard as they watched in shock and looked in and saw an equally shock Stan who was sitting behind his computers.

His glasses were askewed as he stared opened mouth at her, "Wha…?"

"I did ask you to open the damn door, Stan. And don't you ever lock it ever again during business hours again, do you understand?"

"Who the hell are you?" he asked her again.

"Emily Prentiss, I'm your new Unit Chief. Well, that's to be seen. First off, you're under investigation with Internal Affairs who will be around shortly to have a nice chat with you about your working hours and your second job and before you try to deny anything, I have all your records you try to defraud the government of your work hours." She waved the fax papers in his face. "The IRS has been informed and they have launched an investigation on your income tax return for your pass five years of your employment."

He was still in shock.

"Here are some options, Stan. If you still want to work…honest work. You'll have to quit that computer repair job and come work for me here from 8 to 5, Monday to Friday. And I want to see you here every day on the clock. If you're late one second, Agent Gonzalez will escort you to the police station and they will in turn send you to San Quentin for fraud and fraud to commit to tax evasion and I don't have to tell you how long you will be in there for and the fella at San Quentin love big boys like you for their fuck toy." She said blandly.

Stanley nodded shakingly. "I….I…want to come back."

"But you'll be working for me pro bono. For free."

"For fr…free?" he said, his eyes widened.

"Oh yes! Stan…pay back time."

Stan nodded, "Fine, Agent Prentiss…you got it."

"But you still got to talk to IA."

His shoulders sagged and nodded, "What about the IRS?"

"We'll see what IA says first? Deal?"

He nodded resignedly, "Deal."

Emily grinned.

"Agent Prentiss?"

She turned around and saw two men standing before her holding their credentials.

"Ah, Internal Affairs," She pointed to Stanley, "That's your man over there."

They looked at the shattered glasses on the ground, "What happened?"

"Oh, don't mind that, we had a problem opening the door…the lock was jammed."

They looked at her dubiously and then nodded and stood in front of Stanley.

"There's a room they can talk, Agent Prentiss." One of her three agents pointed to another room to her left.

Emily nodded and approached to the two IA agents and spoke to them briefly about their deal and then showed them to the room and left them alone.

She turned to her three agents and said, "Okay, you three, come with me."

She walked to her office and entered and sat behind the desk.

They stood before her.

She dug around for a note pad and finding one began writing Roberto's name.

"Okay, before I begin. I have a case going on currently. I need agents. But I'm not going to waste my time now until I know for certain on something. Are you three staying or leaving?" She looked at them individually. "I appreciate honesty."

Roberto nodded, "I'm in."

The female nodded, "I'm in. My name in Jacey Gibson, but everyone calls me JG."

Emily wrote her name down. And looked at her, "JG it is."

She looked at the third agent who thought for a while.

"Oh what the heck, count me in too, Shelby Hunneycutt."

Emily grinned, "Huneycutt?"

"I know…I get tease a lot. So Shell will be fine."

Emily nodded, "Shell sounds better." She said as she wrote his name on the pad. "Welcome to the new Unit, guys."

She stood up and looked around, "I need a clear board?"

JG nodded, "I know where one is at, and some dry erasers too. Be right back."

In a few minutes, she was rolling a large transparent board outside Emily's office as they came out.

Emily removed the pictures from the folders and began sticking them on the dry eraser board and brief to them about what she knew and their co-operation with the NYPD.

"Mac Taylor?" Shell asked.

"Yeah, you know him?"Emily asked.

"Not really, I heard he's nice but he's really by the book, no nonsense kind of guy. He put away a bunch of corrupt cops last year."

Emily nodded, "That's good to know but that doesn't mean anything in my books if he gets in my way."

"Oh…sounds like he met our Unit Chief and something bad happened?" JG grinned.

Emily glared at her, "Don't read into it too much, Miss Nosy." They laughed. "He's rude and …well obnoxiously know-it all."

The guys laughed as they bumped fists, "Boss does not like Mac Taylor! Oh, man…looks like it's going to be an interesting case!"

"Hey!" Emily exclaimed. "This is work! You're just like a bunch of gossipy old women!"

Suddenly, her cell phone buzzed, she frowned as she saw that it was from the New York police department.

"Prentiss."

Hey, Emily? This is Don Flack from NYPD, you told me to call you if we have another vic. Well, we have a fourth vic.

"Let me guess, in Central Park, Westside?" Emily said.

Flack laughed, It's a good thing I didn't bet with you but you're right. I'll see you?

Emily grinned, "You betcha."

She pocketed her cell phone and nodded to her agents, "Okay, fourth vic…I'm hopping over there. Bob, you're with me. JG and Shell get on the 'net and find out about the vics jobs or in first vic's case, she's a med student. Check on her social life…She's bound to have Twitter, Facebook and those thingy!" Emily began to walk towards the elevators as Roberto or Bob followed her.

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End of Chapter 3