This fic now has a Beta, dino-dog83. Thanx go out to dino
On the outskirts of the city was an abandoned train station that use to serve as a hideout for bootleggers in the 30's it was also rumoured to have been owned by the infamous Nucky Johnson, but no one could either prove nor disprove it.
In front of the station was Neo Donn aka Leonardo Doyle aka Anthony Jareau. He put his cane over his shoulders as three tall and muscular men came out from the station glaring manically at at him.
"This is private property, so leave before this turns ugly!" Said the man in the middle who's head was shaven. The other two nodded in agreement cracking there neck this way and that.
AJ stood smirking as he twirled his cane, "Tell your boss that I would like to speak with her." he said stopping his cane and pointing it at the man on the right; a Hispanic guy with short hair.
The shaven head man stepped forward and down the small steps of the station, "I won't ask you again." He warned as the other man, a black guy with no hair, just watched AJ and cracked his knuckles.
AJ smirked again as he planted his walking stick on the ground. "Game on boys." He taunted the men as all three of them charged at him and he charged back.
Meanwhile at the hospital…
"So" began Morgan, not really looking forward to this conversation. "Where was this blood that you found?" He asked, looking at the members of his team.
Reid was the one to answer, "Just a few feet from you actually." He said mater of factly.
Morgan's eyes widened at that as he thought back to the race and Neo's head dripping blood. "Are you sure?" he asked and Reid nodded in reply.
Aaron looked to his senior agent, "Why?" He asked.
Morgan looked at his boss for a moment before continuing; "Because that's where Neo Donn was standing as the blood dripped from his head." He explained looking straight at his boss's eyes to allow the other man to see the conviction in his statement.
Hotch's eyes told everybody that he believed what Morgan was saying which set the rest of the team in motion. Garcia sat down on a stool and held Morgan's hand. Dave just stood there thinking, but the tightening of his jaw was evidence that he'd heard what Morgan had said. Reid tightened the hold on his book and Emily just paced back and forth cursing under her breath.
"Okay," said Reid, "It's not like he's the serial killer the "Black Rose" right?" He askedto no in in particular. His eyes gazed above the book when nobody answered him, "Right?" He asked again. They all just stared at each other not daring to say anything.
AJ walked into the station as the three big guys followed behind him their faces and bodies covered in black and blue bruises and more than a few cuts that were bleeding. As AJ sat down in a comfy chair he placed his feet atop the desk in front of him. Looking across from him he saw a woman with brown hair and blue eyes and large man standing just behind her.
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"Leonardo Doyle," the guy spoke in his southern accent.
"An Bás" AJ smirked in reply.
The brunette leaned forward and said; "Or should we address you by your full name; Anthony Jareau?"
The smirk didn't waver on AJ's face as he heard his given name spoken aloud. "My, my Rachel you finally discovered my little secret." AJ replied calmly. "How ever did you figure that out I wonder?"
"Well a girl has to have her secrets." Rachel told him, leaning back in the chair with both hands behind her head. The man with the southern accent started to whistle a little tune to fill the silence.
Standing AJ walked up to a few of the pictures placed in the room. "Let me guess, London a year ago?" He asked pointing to one. "Black guy with green eyes, shaved head with a so-so Scottish accent?" He questioned but didn't turn around as he looked at a picture of Nucky Johnson shaking hands with the man rumoured to be Billy the Kid.
"For someone who knows my little secretes, you sure don't do your homework." Rachel could hear the cockiness in his voice.
"I think Seeley works with him." Whispered the Southern guy.
"No, you think Joe?" Rachel said. Joe just shrugged as he turned around and grabbing a shotgun off the wall and pointing it towards their 'guest.'
As Joe turned around and found himself looking at the end of a custom gun. It looked like an old pirate style gun to him but with a modern twist. At the end of the handle grip was a white rose and the gun itself was black. There was also a 20 round magazine clip the bottom of the pistol.
"Like it?" AJ asked. "My own design." He said quiet proudly. Joe looked at his boss for direction but she was just glaring at AJ. "Yes, Seeley was in my old unit." Spoke AJ. "Who do you think told him to tell you 'bout me?" Rachel just huffed in anger. "I don't want to kill you, I really don't." He shrugged, "But if I have to I will." He said with conviction. "I like what you and your group are doing trying to right all the wrongs." He laughed a bit. "Funny isn't it, how life is?" He asked.
"What are you talking about?" Rachel asked.
AJ turned his gaze to her his eyebrow now raised. "You'll be branded as traitors the gravest capital crime." He paused "Punishable by death." He chuckled a bit, "But a couple hundred years ago...a few guys named Washington, Jefferson and Adams...were branded as traitors by the British. And now they're called patriots. In time, so shall you."
Rachel just shrugged, "If saving lives is a crime, so be it." She spoke.
AJ grinned as he lowered his pistol as he tapped the cane on the floor, "I need a favour." He said more as a statement than a question.
"Which is?" Rachel asked as AJ plopped down on the chair and put his arm behind his head grinning.
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"Yes?" He answered is phone catching the attention of the team.
"Is this Aaron Hotchner?" A female voice asked.
"Yes, who am I speaking to?"
"Lillian Hanson of Interpol Agent." She paused. "We found a man from an old unit that used to work with the Blasco's."
"Go on." Hotch stated simply.
"His name is Lieutenant Daniel Teddy Long and he is currently being held at the AC Prison for 3 murders."
"Okay thank you." Hotch said, hanging up. "Lieutenant Daniel Long is being held at the AC Prison and it appears he has worked with Blasco."
"Daniel Teddy Long?" Justin asked and Hotch nodded, "I know him, I'm coming with you."
"Reid, I want you to stay here with Garcia, Emily and Morgan" Hotch said as he turned towards the door nearly running JJ and Brittany.
"Where coming as too." JJ said leaving no room for argument. Hotch looked into her eyes for a moment and realized that she wouldn't be taking no for an answer mearly nodded as the group headed towords the door.
"Do you think JJ will be alright?" Garcia asked her eyes full of unshed tears.
"We'll see when they get back" Emily said.