Disclaimed!
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The team wandered into Clyde Easter's office after having breakfast together in the London hotel.
The MI6 agent met their eager faces dejectedly. "Turns out I was wrong about Doyle being in London yesterday. He arrived this morning on a private jet."
Morgan spoke first, with anger in his voice. "You didn't apprehend him?"
Easter looked at the profiler before turning his focus to the unit chief. "Well, I would have if your liaison hadn't approached him first."
"JJ." Hotch frowned as a gasp of shock could be heard around the room.
Rossi took a seat next to where Garcia sat. "What is JJ doing apprehending Doyle when she hasn't even checked in with us?"
"How does JJ even know where Doyle was going to be?" Morgan asked.
Easter spread an abundance of surveillance photos onto the table in front of him. "They met in Leicester Square this morning."
Hotch picked up one of the photos of the blonde sitting at a table with Ian Doyle drinking coffee, both had a small smirks on their faces.
Reid was scanning the document as well when he spoke. "They look almost friendly."
"What is JJ up to? This can't be Bureau issued." Morgan added.
Easter shook his head. "Nor is it State, CIA or Interpol. Your colleague has no right to be doing such business on English soil."
"You think JJ's rouge?" Rossi asked with a raised eye and a hint of shock in his voice.
Garcia stood emotively. "No-way. There must be some other explanation. JJ wouldn't do anything illegal. It's JJ. We can just call her..."
"I know JJ's been following Doyle's whereabouts for some time now." Hotch admitted quietly.
The team turned their gazes to the supervisor. Morgan scoffed n disbelief. "You let JJ look for Doyle but shot us down every time we mentioned his name. God Hotch, what if JJ ends up the same way as Prentiss?"
"JJ was following orders from State." Hotch explained.
Easter groaned. "Well she's not this time."
"JJ will have an explanation for these images." Hotch indicated to the surveillance photo in his hand.
Rossi leaned back in his seat. "Did JJ tell you anything else about her investigation?"
"It wasn't technically an investigation." Hotch countered.
Reid frowned seeing his boss's uncomfortable stance. "Then what was it?"
"I'm not entirely sure." Hotch replied unsurely.
Everyone took a seat at the table before the conversation continued. Morgan meet Hotch's eyes bravely. "What the hell is JJ up to Hotch?"
"I don't know." Hotch shrugged.
Easter tilted his head. "But you know something?"
Hotch pursed his lips while glancing down at another photo of JJ and Doyle walking side by side. "JJ has invested interest in finding Doyle."
"We all do Aaron. He killed Emily." Rossi frowned.
Morgan moaned as he took in the sight of JJ with another man outside the US Embassy. "Who is this?"
Easter took the picture off the profiler. "His name is Simon Warren. He defected from the CIA three years ago. I have no idea why the US Embassy is harbouring him or why your colleague is with him."
"JJ's working with a defected CIA agent and an IRA and weapons dealing murderer." Reid's eyes widened at all the confused faces.
Hotch inhaled slowly. "JJ's not up to anything..."
"How can you be so sure Hotch? JJ didn't work with us for a year. We don't know what she got in to. Can any of us honestly come up with a good reason for these photos?" Morgan asked as he raised the image of JJ and Doyle outside the theatre.
Garcia sighed and began dialling numbers on her cell. Adjusting the settings so the call was on speaker phone the room went silent as they all listened to the ringing go to voice mail. "This is Jennifer Jareau communication coordinator for the Behavioural Analysis Unit and DOD liaison. I'm unavailable at the moment but if you leave your name, your number and your reasons for calling I'll return your call as soon as possible."
"JJ, its Garcia, call me back pronto." Garcia hung up and sighed. "She always answers the phone. What if she's in trouble?"
"It could be possible. JJ knows we're here right? Why hasn't she called in yet?" Reid asked.
Hotch ran his hand through his hair. "She got in touch with me yesterday."
"She did?" Rossi turned to the unit chief curiously. "Why didn't you say anything?"
Hotch met his long term friend's eyes. "It was late."
"What did she say?" Garcia asked.
Hotch shrugged. "She told me not to worry."
"Hotch what aren't you saying?" Morgan asked seeing the uncertain look on Hotch's face.
Hotch sighed, feeling the heat from all the eyes on him. "JJ has invested interest when dealing with Doyle."
"So you've said." Rossi prompted.
Hotch paused momentarily before continuing. "JJ's been acting as a handler."
"Like a field agent's handler or a witness protection handler?" Easter queried as the room went silent, his voice imitating that he knew where the conversation was going.
"Whose handler?" Morgan pressed, not following the SIS agents line of thought.
Hotch met his colleague's eyes one by one and took another reassuring breath. "Emily's. Emily Prentiss is alive."
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