Disclaimer: See my profile

Secrets and Lies

I'm so tired… The last couple of days have been crazy. We barely get back from Florida - after getting that guy that drowned all those women - and we're back at work again.

Gideon called me a one am this morning. For once in my life, I didn't get woken up. I wasn't sleeping. My friend Cindy called me right as I was walking in the door. She works for a PR firm in Washington. She wanted to go out to dinner, and since I was starving and didn't want to cook, I agreed.

We went to this place in Alexandria called Tuscany. It's an Italian restaurant that's been in town for thirty years. You can get anything from pizza, to pasta, to calzones and more. We ordered a pizza and sat at a table near the window that's right on 11th Avenue. Since it was a week night, the place was pretty slow.

After about ten minutes of catching up, Cindy started grilling me about Spence and had I done anything about him. I didn't want to talk about it, but she has a way of prying the truth out of me whether I like it or not. So I told her everything from our 'date' to Lila Archer.

So she said, "Get off your butt and go after him. Lila Archer's in LA and you're here."

I told her that's what my aunt said, and she said, "Listen to your aunt for once."

So I said I didn't want to talk about it anymore and she said "Too bad," and began asking me all kinds of questions about Spence… So I told her that he's a genius, and really cute, and sweet and awkward. I told her about all the strange stuff he knows about, and how brave he is and all the statistics he knows. Cindy laughed at me and said that if I didn't go after him, she would.

I told her to back off and she just laughed again. I said it wasn't that easy and she said that for someone that could play the press like a fine tuned violin, I was pretty pathetic when it comes to a nice guy. I was pretty mad for about five minutes and then I realized she was right. That's how I got to be tossing and turning.

Anyway, I was in a really foul mood when I got the call and I kind of sniped at Reid when we got in. We had a CIA escort bring us up to the sixth floor and it was kind of spooky to have them in the BAU. I said that I wondered what was going on and Spencer said. "Call me cynical, but considering that's its two am I doubt its good news."

To which I replied "You are a genius…"

I seem to have problem talking to him without being sarcastic lately. He never gets mad though, he just looks at me with those big hazel eyes and I feel like a total bitch.

So anyway I got the surprise of my life to find out that Gideon sort of works for the CIA doing all their personnel psych evaluations. One of the agents he'd talked to was killed and made to look like a suicide, and the Arabic woman and children he was protecting had gone missing three days ago. She is an informant and they're afraid that one of the agents is a mole.

She was married to a diplomat for the Saudi government, but he's also a terrorist. He beat and raped her so that's why she talked to us. They faked her death, but he somehow found out about it and came to the United States. We had to find her before the mole and her husband did.

The guys and Elle went to Langley, and Garcia and I stayed at Quantico with two CIA goons. Garcia was complaining loudly about why we couldn't go to Langley. The agent told her that she was on a 'list,' and then all her screens went to a CIA logo. It was very spooky.

Garcia said "You know what this means, we'll be able to find out if Princess Diana's death was really an accident."

I said, "I think that's why you're on that list."

We helped the guys figure out who the mole was and it turned out be one of the heads of counterterrorism. They caught the bad guys and found the informant and her kids. Unfortunately for the mole, he's dead! The CIA doesn't fool around, which is why I don't work for them.

It would have been much more comfortable if we didn't have two CIA agents breathing down our necks. They were a couple of jerks too. I wasn't sorry to see them leave at all. Then Garcia tracked down Prince William's number after they left the room. She would have had it, had they not cut her off while she was looking for a pen. I've never seen her so disappointed. It made me want to laugh for the first time in weeks.

I wanted to talk to her while the guys were gone, but with the agents in the room, there was no way I was going to talk about Spence in front of them. Maybe I'll talk to her tomorrow. She'll know what to do, he's her best friend.

I picked up the phone two minutes ago and almost hit the speed dial for his phone. What if I call him and he's talking to Lila, or another girl? What if he's not talking to Lila or another girl?

I decided to stuff my phone in the night table where I can't see it.