Author's Note: Sorry for the delay. Anyway, for all you DGB fans out there this is the 2nd to last chapter! I'm working on the sequel right now called THE SPANTENNA JOB. It'll be a Criminal Minds/Leverage/Psych Crossover. Be Prepared ! Enjoy this chapter !

We Found Battlefield Love in a Hopeless Place

S.B.P.D. – Santa Barbra, CA.

"I can't help you, Michael, if you don't cooperate."

"My name is Zewy, you bitch!" The boy screamed, his thick, Swedish accent showing. "Get your facts straight."

Karen Vick sighed as she stepped out of the interrogation room, standing next to Henry Spencer.

"Boy still won't crack?" He asked.

Karen shook her head, "He confessed to killing Collette Davenport and it was all his doing. No one coerced him."

"I don't believe that for one second. How about you?"

"Nope. I just need Lassiter to break him. God only knows where he might be."

"Well, it looks like your prayers are about to be answered."

Karen glanced towards Henry's direction to see her two lead Detectives, Carlton Lassiter and Juliet O'Hara, enter the interrogation room along with two of the BAU agents, Emily Prentiss and Derek Morgan.

"Detective Lassiter, Agent Prentiss, Detective O'Hara ,Agent Morgan," Karen greeted, coming over to them. "It's about time you joined us."

"Sorry for the delay, Chief," Juliet explained. "We met up with Alina and Dr. Reid in Anaheim. Turns out she has friends.

"What type of friends?" Henry asked.

"The type of friends who commit felonies and should be in jail but they're not," Carlton said. "I can't believe Alina hangs out with them."

"She's not hanging out with them, Lassiter," Emily pointed out. "Parker and her friends are the very few people that she trusts at this point so we can't be so quick as to cut that line of trust."

"She already trusts Penelope, Spencer and Guster. She even trusts that human computer you call an FBI agent. What more do you need?"

"You want to catch this woman, right?" Derek said. "We have to gain not only Alina's trust but the trust of those who will help her. In order for us to do that, we can't be so quick to judge Parker and her friends. No matter how might we think of them."

Carlton rolled his eyes and sighed, "Fine. Just for the record, those people are psychopaths, especially your son Henry."

"Carlton, for the last time, Shawn is a grown man. I can't control what pranks he pulls at your house."

"I'm talking about your other son. The one who looks like he took two years worth of steroids."

Henry face suddenly went white with shock. Karen saw Henry's look and put two and two together.

"Is he talking about Eliot, Henry?" She asked.

Henry just nodded. "Where is he?"

"He went with Shawn and Gus to the Psych Office," Juliet said. "Penelope, Reid and Alina went with them."

"And some of Ally's friends," Carlton added.

"Some?" Karen repeated.

"Alina's sister, Parker, and her friends Alec Hardison and Eliot Spencer went to the Psych Office," Prentiss said. "We have their 'employers,' Nathan Ford and Sophie Devereaux in Interrogation Room 2."

Karen nodded before giving out instructions: "You and Detective O'Hara can interview them while Lassiter and Morgan interview Collette Davenport's killer."

"You apprehended him?" Derek asked.

Karen nodded as she pointed to Zewy, sitting calmly in the room with smug look on his face.

"Why the hell does he look so calm?" Carlton asked. "He killed a woman!"

"He claims that he was doing it all by himself, but we all know that forensic and other evidence say otherwise."

"You think he's working for the Mistress?"

"If he is, he's not talking."

"Oh, don't worry Chief," Carlton assured. "I'll make Euro-Justin Bieber talk."

Carlton took the file from Karen and went into the interrogation room, his game face on. Derek held back a chuckle as he took another file consisting of crime scene photos and proceeded to enter the room when Juliet stopped him.

"Make sure Lassiter doesn't hurt the boy too much," She instructed.

"I'll try, Juliet," Derek smiled as he entered the room.

To Henry, Karen said, "Come on, Henry. We're going to the Psych Office."

"You're kidding," Henry exclaimed in disbelief. "I'm not going there."

"I need some background information of what's happening here so I need to talk to Alina. And you need to face your son."

Henry sighed in resignation.

Psych Office

"Garcia's Awesomely Appetizer Platter is ready! Get it while it's hot!"

Penelope Garcia emerged from the kitchen, carrying a platter of assorted appetizers: chicken enchiladas, assorted sushi, spring rolls, Southwest Egg rolls, Chicken Buffalos Wings, etc. As soon as the plate was set on the table, Alec Hardison, Burton Guster, Eliot & Shawn Spencer and Dr. Spencer Reid pounced forward like hungry lions on a slaughtered gazelle. Parker and Alina Santiago looked at the scene as if they were watching a documentary on The Discovery Channel.

"Hey! Hold on a minute!" Penelope shouted. "Where are your manners?"

The boys all stopped and looked at the quirky Technical Analyst.

"Did we forget to say grace or something?" Shawn asked.

"Don't worry, Penny," Eliot said. "I'll say it for all of us." He closed his eyes and bowed his head. "Jesus wept. Amen."

"Amen," Gus sang.

"Now, we can eat," Reid commenced.

The men started to dig in again when Penelope let out a loud, screeching whistle.

"Dang, woman!" Hardison exclaimed.

"What is it now, Garcia?" Reid complained. "I haven't eaten since yesterday."

"Surprised you're still breathing, Tin Man." Eliot teased. Reid just glared at him.

"Did either of you wash your hands?" Penelope asked.

"Does hand sanitizer count?" Gus asked.

"No, it doesn't."

"Actually, statistics show that hand sanitizer is more effective for hand cleansing than soap and water," Reid informed. "Soap carries more bacteria that causes flu, malaria, and other types of viruses."

Everyone looked at Reid in his or her own weird way. Eliot stared at him the hardest.

"Does he always talk like that?" He asked his cousin.

"Unfortunately, yes." Penelope said.

"I like that," Parker said. "He sounds sophisticated."

"I know," Shawn agreed. "He's like a human Google. You learn something new everyday."

"Please, I could've told you that," Gus scoffed.

"Not like Dr. Reid, Gus." Shawn said.

"Okay! Okay!" Penelope said, wanting this pointless conversation to end. "You can use hand sanitizer, you're happy?"

"Yes, Ma'am." The boys all smiled.

Penelope watched as the men bathed themselves with Purell Hand Sanitizer and fight over an enchilada. She turned to Alina, who was trying to contain her laughter.

"Do you have any guy friends, Alina?" She asked.

"I've moved around so much, I don't really have friends."

"Well, when you find somewhere you can stay and you do have guy friends," Penelope said. "Be prepared for that."

"And the occasional pranks," Parker added.

Penelope and Alina laughed at the comment.

"SHAWN! PENELOPE!"

That gruff-sounding voice made Eliot Spencer freeze in fear. Hardison looked at his friend in confusion.

"You feeling alright, Eliot?"

Eliot didn't answer but simply ran to the bathroom.

"You never saw me, you never even heard of me," He told everybody.

"What's with him?" Alina asked.

"I don't know," Parker answered. "It's like he's seen a ghost."

As if on cue, Henry Spencer stormed in, followed closely by Chief Karen Vick.

"No, it's just our dad," Shawn said. "You're looking mighty spry today, Pops."

"Cut the crap, Shawn," Henry said. "Where's your brother?"

"I have a brother?" Shawn gasped dramatically. "Father, how could you?"

Henry rolled his eyes, knowing he wasn't getting anywhere with Shawn so he turned to Penelope. "If you don't tell me where your cousin is," He warned in a low voice. "I will let your boss become aware about a certain incident back in Carmel."

Suddenly, Penelope's eyes were wide with fear.

"He's in the bathroom," She revealed.

"Penelope!" Shawn whined.

"I'm sorry, Shawn but do you know how much hacking and espionage I had to do to keep the FBI from knowing about that incident?"

"What did you do?" Reid asked.

"You don't want to know."

Henry sighed as he walked over to the bathroom and knocked on the door.

"Eliot, come out!" He said.

"Who's Eliot?" Eliot replied in a fake Italian accent. "I do not know of this Eliot of which you speak."

"Cut the crap and come out of the bathroom."

Sighing in resignation, Eliot walked out of the bathroom and faced the man he hasn't seen in 23 years.

"Hey, Pop." He greeted.

Henry looked at his older son, "Lassiter was right," He said.

"Henry!" Karen scolded.

"What?! He does look like he took steroids for two years."

Eliot sighed as he walked over to Karen.

"How're holding up, Chief V?" He asked.

"Pretty well, Eliot. How about yourself?"

"I'm okay. Got myself a decent job where we help people from crooks."

"Is it legitimate?" Henry asked.

"We're not committing any crimes if that's your question."

"Speaking of which, where're our bosses?" Hardison asked.

"We still have them at the Station for questioning," Karen answered.

"Why? They had nothing to do with this," Parker said.

"Was this your idea, Dad?" Eliot asked.

Henry shook his head, "Nope, I retired from the Force a long time ago, remember?"

"What?" Shawn and Gus sputtered, laughing. "That's a boldface lie!"

"Your father is a part-time hiring consultant for the S.B.P.D., Eliot." Karen assured. "And it wasn't his idea to bring your employers in. But it wouldn't hurt to check their alibis."

"So, besides the slightly awkward family reunion, why are you two really here?" Hardison asked.

"To talk to Alina," Henry asked. "We have some more questions for her."

"I've already told you guys what I know," Alina said. "I don't think I could be of more help."

"Does the name Michael Bjorken sound familiar to you at all?" Karen asked.

"No, not really."

"What about Zewy?"

Alina's eyes went fearful as the name fell from Vick's lips. "Zewy?" She trembled. "What does he have to do with this?"

"How do you know him, Ally?" Reid asked.

"We were in the same foster home a long time ago," Ally turned to Karen. "Did Zewy kill Marty and Ms. Davenport?"

"No, he just confessed to killing Collette Davenport," Karen replied.

"And not only did he confess, he claimed that he was doing the job all by himself." Henry said.

"You don't believe him, do you Uncle Henry?" Penelope asked.

"No but Lassiter and Agent Morgan are cracking him as we speak."

"I got $20 says Lassiter kills it!" Shawn declared.

"We are not going to place bets on interrogations," Gus said. "Besides, Morgan will do ten times better than Lassie."

"Shawn, Gus!" Karen silenced them. She then turned to Alina. "I was hoping if neither Carlton or Derek could get through to Zewy, maybe you would take a shot."

"Wouldn't that be, like, suicide?" Parker asked.

"Alina says she and Zewy know each other, that's common ground there. That is if you're up for it."

Alina bore a look of terrifiying indecision. She wanted to get to the bottom of this mess so she could find out whoever was after her. At the same time, however, she didn't want Zewy to go into every, single disturbing detail of the murder. It was like a two-edge sword.

"You guys are here to find the person who's after me," She concluded. "If this is one of the ways, then I'll do it."

"I'll go with you so you'll be safe," Reid decided.

"Thanks, Spencer."

"Mind if I tag along too?" Parker asked.

"Me too, I like to see how Nate and Sophie are doing," Hardison added.

Karen nodded. "You two can come with us." She turned to Henry. "You're going to stay here?"

"I like to catch up with my boys and my niece," Henry smiled. "Reminesce on the old times."

Eliot had a smugly grim look on his face while Shawn rolled his eyes. Penelope looked scared beyond all reason. Gus was trying to ease his way out of this family moment.

"Uh, since I'm not really apart of this family…" He began.

"Stay, Gus." Henry said. "You're just as much of my son as these two idiots are."

Gus stared down at Shawn and Eliot. Hard. The pusedo-psychic merely shrugged.

"Well, you do eat at our house a lot," He said.

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S.B.P.D. Interrogation Room 2: Sophie Devereaux and Nathan Ford

"Remind me again why we're being questioned?" Nathan Ford asked the two women staring down at him and his partner, Sophie Devereaux

"You're not getting arrested, Mr. Ford," Emily Prentiss reassured. "At least not yet."

"What are you talking about?" Sophie said. "We had nothing to do with those murders or threatening Parker's friend, we're on vacation."

"We already confirmed your alibis for both murders," Juliet O'Hara agreed. "But are you sure Parker hasn't mentioned a foster sister at all?"

"We try our best not to pry into each other's personal lives when we're doing our jobs," Nathan said.

"And what job might that be?"

"It's complicated. Just call us the modern-day Robin Hoods."

"You steal from the rich and give to the poor?" Emily confirmed.

Nathan leaned back and smiled, "Exactly."

Juliet and Emily looked at each other for a while. Then they turned back to this unlikely duo.

"Fortunately for you, we're here to discuss Alina Santiago and not your vigilante actions," Emily said.

"We told you we were on vacation," Sophie stated. "Why would we want to hurt that girl?"

Juliet shrugged. "You tell us."

Sophie began to retaliate when Nate stopped her. "Don't say anything else, Soph." He said. "They know we're innocent so they're stalling." He looked at the two women. "What do you really want from us?"

CM*Psych*CM*Psych*CM*Psych

Alina found herself practically running to the interrogation rooms, not noticing the four tired adults trying to catch up with them.

"Alina, slow down!" Karen called out to her.

The young girl stopped in her tracks to let Chief Vick, Reid, Parker and Hardison to catch up with her.

"Sorry, Chief." She said, bashfully.

"We'll get to Zewy soon," Karen assured. "He's not going anywhere." She soon looked up to see Juliet and Emily leave the interrogation room with Nathan and Sophie. Parker's blue eyes lit up as she saw her two bosses coming toward them.

"Nate! Sophie!" Parker squealed, running over to hug them. "You're okay!"

"Yeah, no thanks to you." Sophie remarked.

"You should've told us you were having company over," Nathan added.

"Don't blame Parker, she didn't even know I was coming." Alina defended.

Nate looked at the young girl. "How do you know Parker?"

"We were in the same foster home for a while," Parker explained. "I kinda took her under my wing."

"Scary, ain't it?" Hardison imputed.

"O'Hara, Prentiss, why are these two relased from custody?" Karen asked.

"I was on to your little game, Chief Vick," Nate said. "I've been playing it for years."

"We're dealing with a hacker who's killed three people. It's more likely she'll kill again until she reaches her target."

"We just want you to tell us what you know about 'FREELANCE R'." Juliet said.

"We've never heard of that company, assuming it is one." Sophie replied.

"What about 'SPANTENNA'?" Karen tried.

Nate and Sophie looked at each other. "That name sounds familiar," Nate said. "It's a some type of writing troupe in Southern Boston."

Karen was about to ask Nate to elaborate when a slam of a door startled her back to reality. Everyone turned around to see Carlton Lassiter stomping his way towards his desk in a rage all to original. Derek Morgan followed shortly after, trying to calm the lead detective down but to no avail.

"That no-good smug little prick!" Carlton shouted, throwing paper all over the place.

"We'll get him, Lassiter," Morgan reassured him. "It's not the end of the world."

"By the time we convict him, WMG would've made her move and I rather be dead before I let anything happen to Ally!"

"What's going on?" Karen asked, coming over to the gentlemen. Juliet, Reid and Emily followed her closely. "Carlton, what happened?"

"Zewy's lawyer came in before we could crack him, Chief." Derek explained.

"Did he ever lawyer up?" Juliet asked.

"No, his boss hired one," Carlton sneered. He kicked his desk. "No good son of a…"

"Calm down, Detective," Karen soothed. "We have an Ace in our deck. That boy isn't getting away scotch-free." Carlton looked at his boss in confusion. "I'm sending Alina in there to talk to Zewy."

"Out of the question, Chief!" Carlton exclaimed. "I'm not letting my goddaughter anywhere near that lunatic."

"She'll be protected, Carlton." Juliet reasoned.

"I don't care, O'Hara!"

Obviously hearing this conversation, Alina stormed up to Carlton. Parker and Hardison followed not closely after. Nate and Sophie continue to stay behind to listen to the drama.

"I agreed to this, Carlton." She said. "I want to know what he has to say."

"What if this is a trap, Ally?" Carlton argued. "This is all too easy. It may be one of WMG's plans."

"I have you, Juliet, Spencer and Prentiss and Morgan to look after me. Besides, we're at a police station; it's not like I'm going to get kidnapped."

"Your life is in danger, Alina. I don't understand why you're being so flippant about it!"

"Well, I don't understand why you care so much!"

"Because I promised your father I'll take care of you!"

A hushed silence filled the room. Alina bore a look of shock and guilt. Everyone else kept looking from Carlton's direction to Alina's. The lead detective just sighed and slumped in his chair.

"Miguel and I were friends growing up," He explained. "He held off going to the Police Academy to raise you. He wanted you to have a better life than he did."

"Why didn't you fight for me after he died?" Alina asked, angrily.

"I tried. But your mother knew all the tricks and she put the red tape around me. There was nothing I could do, Alina."

"You could've fought harder! You could've taken me out those foster homes a long time ago."

Carlton came over to the teenager, who was close to crying and put his arms around her. "I know I screwed up," He said softly. "I could've done better but I'm here now. Doesn't that count for something?"

Alina wasn't sure what to think. She was never close to Carlton Lassiter but in light of what's been happening these past three days, Alina felt scared and alone. Like it or not, the high-strung head detective was the closest thing she had to family and he tried his best to protect her throughout all of this. The young girl looked at Reid who gave her a short but knowing nod.

"I suppose I can give you one more chance," Alina decided.

Carlton smiled, "That's all I ask."

"I hate to break up this sweet little Kodak moment but I'm on a tight schedule," Zewy's attorney, Rory Aguilar, strutted up to them with a smug grin on her face. "So if you would give my client his release papers, we'll be on our way."

"Not so fast, Ms. Aguilar," Carlton said. "Your client confessed to killing Colette Davenport. That's 2nd Degree murder alone."

"He was coerced, any jury will believe that. The most you have him on is Manslaughter 1. Now if there's nothing else…"

"I have someone who wants to talk with him," Karen intervened. "Alina Santiago."

The lawyer's smile faded. "The District Attorney didn't authorize this."

"No, I did. It turns out Miss Santiago and your client were best buddies in foster care."

"I won't allow it," Rory admonished. "I won't let some unsupervised, childish conversation take place."

Carlton stepped up. "Well, you're in luck Ms. Aguilar because I was about to volunteer."

"You can't be serious."

"I'm always serious."

Rory began to retort when Zewy stopped her.

"It's alright, Rory." He whispered. "Let me talk to her."

"Are you sure?"

Zewy nodded. "I would like to talk to both of them."

"Well, Detective. It looks like your little troublemaking princess will get what she want," Rory smiled evilly. "Be careful what you wish for."

Everyone looked at the defense attorney eerily as she walked out of the police station. There was feistiness to Rory that emitted an iciness that could chill even the hottest of places. But that didn't phase Parker one bit.

"Whoa, who crawled up her butt and died?" She said.

Reid tried hard, and failed miserably to hold back his snickers. Morgan, Lassiter and Nate looked at the younger man questionably. "It was funny," Reid said, sheepishly. Prentiss just shook her head.

"Are you sure you want to do this, Ally?" Carlton asked.

"Yeah, I'm sure." Alina replied with no hesitation.

Carlton nodded as he looked at his boss. "You heard the lady."

"O'Hara, check on your boyfriend and his family back in the Psych Office," Karen instructed. "Agent Morgan, I want you to listen in with me on this conversation and check for some discrepancies. Prentiss, you and Reid continue interviewing Nathan Ford and his friends."

As Karen left, Reid had another thing in mind. "Actually, Emily is it okay if I interview Parker?" He asked. Emily looked from her colleague's direction to Parker's who was smiling big.

"If you want to," She shrugged. "You have to find another room to interrogate her though."

"I have another approach." Reid smiled as he walked over to Parker. "Do you like Chinese food?"

"Not really, I can eat a medium pepperoni pizza though." Parker replied.

"Cool."

Before anybody knew it, Parker and Reid left for their date!

Alina crossed her arms and smiled. "Awesome," She cheered.

"Yeah, yeah. That's nice, your crazy sister likes the geek," Carlton muttered. He took his goddaughter by the hand. "Let's get this over with."

Emily shook her head back to reality as she led Nate and Sophie back to Interrogation Room 2. Hardison slumped on Carlton's chair, bored. He didn't know what to do so he just played with a rubber band ball to pass some time. Just then, Hardison saw in the corner of his eye Lassiter's computer going static.

"What the heck…?" Hardison muttered to himself.

He started to press a few keys to override the system when he stumbled on some embedded codes. Hardison looked around to see who was watching. No one looked suspicious to him…except for three matenience people working on the lights. The lights are fine. Being the quick-thinking hacker he is, Hardison took out his flash drive and proceeded to download all of the codes that were running on Lassiter's computer. He knew he couldn't crack this code by himself even if he tried. He needed help. Eliot's cousin, Penelope was also a hacker. But there was no way to reach her. Just as soon as the download was complete, Hardison saw Juliet walking out the door. He remembered she was going to the Psych Office. Penelope was at the Psych Office! Grabbing the flash drive, he rushes to catch up to the Junior Detective.

"Detective O'Hara, hold up a minute!"

Juliet turned around at Hardison's call.

"You should be in the office, Hardison," She said. "Prentiss has to interview you."

"There's something going on in your precinct," Hardison said.

"What are you talking about?"

"Someone is hacking your computers at the police station."

Suddenly, Juliet looked worried. "Oh my God, we should tell Lassiter." She tried to go back into the station but Hardison stopped her.

"Look, you can't go back there," He said. "I'm pretty sure the criminals are there now. This might be an inside job."

"So what do we do?"

Silence echoed between the two adults as they figure out their next move. Juliet soon broke it.

"What about your employers?" She suggested.

Hardison thought for a minute. "I suppose I could send a message to them. But we need to get to your boyfriend, my best friend and their cousin. They would know what to do."

"Okay, get in." Juliet motioned Hardison to get in her Ford Focus.

The Mistress smirked as she watch the Ford Focus drive off.

"Aveo, commence Plan B."

FINAL CHAPTER COMING SOON!