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Criminal Minds : Wizarding edition

Chapter 8 : Of heroes and psychos – Wizard London – November 2007

St Mungo's hospital – Wizarding LONDON – Sixth floor – Magical weapon injuries

Reid arrived at St Mungo's five minutes after JJ had called him to let him know about Garcia. Hotch was pacing beside her and she seemed unable to get her gaze off the floor. When he arrived though, she got up.

« She's in surgery », she said.

« This is crazy », he whispered. « Did you let the team know ? »

«What do we know ? », asked Rossi when he arrived, Prentiss in tow.

« It was a failed robbery », replied Hotch, frowning. « Have any of you seen Artémée on the way ? »

« I'm here », replied the young woman out of breath. « Where is Morgan? »

« He's not answering our calls », JJ replied while the young woman sat.

« I'll try », stated Emily, JJ following her out of the room.

« What aren't you saying ? » asked Rossi while Reid sat next to Artémée and took her hand.

« I spoke to one of the healers », Hotch sharing a glance with Reid above Artémée's head. « And it doesn't look good. »

« She's going to make it », replied Artémée, getting up. « Excuse me », she asked one of the nurses. « Is Draco Malfoy working tonight ? »

« He is looking at some files », replied the nurse politely. « Would you like to sit down while I go and see if he can spare a moment for you ? What's your name ? »

« Artémée », she replied. « Tell him Artémée Wildbird wants to see him. »

Five minutes later, Spencer was shocked to see Draco Malfoy coming towards them.

« Miss Wildbird », he greeted politely. « It's a little late to be volunteering. What can I do for you ? »

« I heard that one of your patients, Penelope Garcia was suffering complications, while being treated for a bullet wound near the heart. She's a friend of mine and I would like to be allowed access to her room to alleviate her pain ».

« Oh », the healer replied. « Well, do you mind waiting here ? I'll see what I can do... »

« I didn't know that you knew Draco Malfoy », spoke Spencer softly while Rossi and Hotch listened.

« He is barely an acquaintance really », she replied softly. « He's working on the fourth floor, and tries to find a cure for spell damaged people like the Londubats or his own wife Astoria. I met him when I first volunteered here. »

« Do you think they will allow you to help ? », JJ asked as soon as they got back.

« They will », replied Malfoy behind her. « If you would follow me Miss Wildbird ».

And Reid watched them go with a strange sense of peace.

« Well », said Rossi. « Having an empath on the team certainly helps. »

« It does », agreed Hotch.

« We should find a way to thank her », stated Emily. « I mean, she does a lot and I've never seen her complain.».

« You're right, she's great. We should find her a gift to tell her how much we appreciate her. », said JJ. « But for now, we have to focus on Garcia. »

They spent a long time waiting, and Spencer was so worried he couldn't concentrate on anything else. Finally, as he was about to lose his mind, Morgan arrived and one of the healers got out of the room to tell them the news. Penelope was going to be alright, and would be able to get out of the hospital in two or three days. JJ and Morgan breathed deeply at that and asked if they could see her.

« Tomorrow morning », replied the healer, « she needs her rest ».

And they all looked at each other, reassured. Just as Hotch and Rossi were about to leave to go to the scene, Artémée got out of the room, smiling tiredly. She looked pale and drawn but the light in her eyes was back and she gladly accepted hugs from Dereck, JJ and Emily before she quickly turned around to tell something to their boss.

« I saw... », she whispered and her eyes rolled inside her head, leaving just enough time for Hotch to catch her when she collapsed.

« You know what ? », said Emily. « You take care of her and I'll go with Rossi. Call us once they both wake up ».

So began a long, long night of waiting, with Hotch carefully cradling Artémée's head while she slept and Spencer trying to calm Morgan down. For her part JJ sat there looking at Garcia's door and drinking tea. Finally, near five am, Artémée opened her eyes and sleepily yawned before her conscious mind fully sinked in and she jerked out of Hotch's grasp.

« I am so, so sorry, sir », she stuttered blushing while Hotch was trying to calm her down.

« It's alright Artémée », he said. « You collapsed from exhaustion and you needed rest. What were you trying to tell us yesterday ? »

But before she got the chance to answer a healer came and told them that Penelope was awake.

« I'll let Prentiss and Rossi know », stated Hotch while they entered the room.

Penelope's flat – Morigan's lair – Wizarding LONDON

Garcia got out of the hospital three days later, under Morgan's careful watch. He brought her home, joked with her and told her to go to bed when he saw her yawn multiple times in a row. She found she needed the rest and tried to get some but all hell broke lose once more. The policeman keeping vigil in front of her house was shot and she would have been too, were it not for Morgan's quick thinking. Pushing her against a corner, he gave her a gun and left to chase the unsub, while she stood there, so terrified that she nearly shot him when he got back.

Half an hour later, the team was in her appartment and she was being thoroughly interrogated. Thanks to a memory she didn't know she possessed she was able to recall fragments of her evening with the unsub and they managed to determine that he was in fact, a surveillance agent. And then, Rossi stepped in :

« Alright. Let's cut the crap, you need to be straight with us, right now », he said, sitting down in front of her. « Look at me not them ».

«I'm not hidding anything », she replied on the defensive and Reid frowned when Rossi spoke next. The man could be harsh when he wanted to.

« You got shot. Most people get shot for a reason. EYES HERE! », he roared when she looked at Morgan, scared.

« Hey », protested Morgan.

« You've got a room full of people here who think that an FBI agent is trying to kill you. We need to know everything you do on your free time that we don't know about. What ?»

« Come on Rossi ».

« It's nothing bad... », Penelope protested.

« Spit. It. Out. »

« It's nothing bad », she repeated. « I concil victims' families and they know where I work so sometimes they ask me to look into the cases for them... »

« What does that mean ? »

« It means that I tag the cases so the people who work them know they're considered a priority for the Department. »

« You're not authorised to do that », stated Hotch, earning a dirty look from Artémée, JJ and Morgan.

« I know », she replied. « I was just trying to help. »

« But whoever's working those cases thinks you're watching them. »

« I just wanted them to, not stop investigating those crimes... »

« How many cases are we talking about ? », Hotch asked more softly.

« I don't know, seven ? Eight maybe ? I need to get in my system... »

« You can't do that. They've found an encrypted file in your computer and they've suspended you. »

« Wait a minute, Garcia », said Morgan. « You said the guy was pressing you to know if you were working on murder cases at this moment. Hotch, we've got to look at those files », he added when she nodded.

« I told you, I'm sick of this jackass being in front of us », Rossi replied sensing their frustration.

« Dave's right », stated Hotch. « We go back to the BAU. Morgan, Reid, Prentiss, you stay here and make sure no one forgets to log out of the system. JJ Artémée you come with us. »

JJ was just about to enter the car when she heard Artémée call out behind her.

« Wait », she demanded looking at Rossi who was about to enter Hotch's car.

« Yes ? »

« I get that you needed those informations and that you know your job better than I do since I am not a profiler. », she began, her voice cold with supressed fury. « But you David Rossi, have been acting like an arrogant, pompous jackass since you've come out of retirement and you've just hurt a member of this team. »

« I don't... », he tried to say but she cut him off.

« Allow me to finish please. », she spat. «In barely over two weeks, you've managed to slight Spencer who only wanted to compliment you on your achievements, you've been condescending to JJ and Emily, you've commented on my temperament and father without being invited to, and you've tricked Morgan into doing something he didn't want to because of your own religious beliefs. Worse yet, you've just treated Penelope like a criminal and made her feel guilty about wanting to help other people, making her think she's a burden in front of people she considers family. But you're no better. If I'm correct about the guilt you're feeling everytime you look at that bracelet you keep in your pocket, the great David Rossi himself is trying to solve a cold case and no one is there to yell at him and treat him like scum because of it. When this is over, you damn well should apologise and maybe learn a thing or two from the people you consider to be so bellow you because they're the future of the profession you've helped creating.»

Then, under Rossi and Hotch's petrified gazes, she got back to JJ's car and put on her seatbelt.

« That was brave », JJ said after a while.

« What ? »

« What you just did. The man is a BAU veteran », she explained. « You could be fired for what you've just done ».

« Penelope is a good person and she didn't deserve to be treated that way, particularily after what just happened to her », Artémée replied softly. « And to be completely honest I think Rossi deserve a good talking to. He could have been Shacklebolt himself it wouldn't have stopped me. You don't treat people that way, especially when you're a veteran profiler. If Hotch wants to fire me for speaking my mind then so be it. You guys did a great job without me anyway ».

« But you've helped », JJ finally answered. « You may not see it yet, because you haven't worked with us for that long but you've managed to... I don't know...make us more human. We sometimes tend to forget what it's like being normal and... And, well, I know we haven't properly talked and all but, you are a good person and friend. What you've done for Pen...it's enough to make you my friend too. Thank you for protecting my family like that. »

« No problem », Artémée replied trying not to let her emotion show.

Behavioral analysis unit Headquarters – MoM - Wizarding LONDON – Level 10

When they arrived at the headquarters, Hotch and Rossi went to their offices and Artémée sat at Morgan's desk looking at Kevin Lynch, the technical analyst that was currently reviewing Penny's computer. Reluctant to stay in the same room, JJ went back to her own office and began to work.

She had been working for two hours when she got Reid's call.

« JJ », she replied distractingly.

« JJ », Reid breathed out, « we've got a problem. Garcia's aggressor is inside the bullpen right now and he's taken a hostage.

« Got it », she replied quickly, standing up.

Gun in hand she ran down the corridor and appeared just behind the bullpen, glass doors. She met Hotch gaze and waited for the unsub to turn his head a little, just enough so she could fire. When he did, she didn't blink and shot him in the head, once. He fell, dead and his hostage ran to the other side of the desk, pushing Artémée who fell and hurt her head. The young woman made to stand up, taking Hotch's offered hand gladly while Penelope, Morgan, Emily and Spence rushed in.

« Is it really over ? » asked Garcia.

« Yeah, it's really over », replied Morgan. « Now can we please get you back to St Mungo's?»

« I hum... »

« Don't worry about her », Emily said softly, noticing the way she had looked over at Morgan's desk where healers were examining a reluctant Artémée. « She fell when the inspector ran away from your dead date.»

JJ was sitting on one of the desks when Penelope came to her.

« Hey », she said.

« Hey », JJ replied smiling tiredly.

« I never wanted you to have to do something like that. » Garcia was feeling so guilty she couldn't keep the tears at bay.

« I never even blinked », JJ told her kindly. « You do whatever it takes to...protect your family ».

Taking advantage of their conversation, Dereck approached Hotch and Rossi, Reid in tow to ask about them.

« How's Garcia ? », Hotch asked.

« She'll make sense of it », he replied.

« And you ? », asked Rossi. « How's your faith ? »

« Day to day », he replied, scowling. « How's Artémée ? »

« As fine as she can be. She's brave for someone so emotional», said Rossi.

« Don't listen to him», Hotch replied, smiling. « He's still sore from the blow she landed to his ego. You should have seen the way she put him into place two hours ago. » Dereck snorted as Rossi grumbled.

« I told you she was scary», he said. «You better get back on her good side or she could use her empathy to make you feel like you're about to puke non-stop for a week ».

« Oh I wouldn't think too much of it», Spencer said with a smile pointing at the desk where the witch was sitting, engrossed in one of Rossi's books.

All was going to be well.