ACT 5 - Scene Set 6
INT. INTERROGATION ROOM'S OBSERVATION AREA - 6.1
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Hotch and Harding are standing outside of the interrogation room, where the man in the camo is sitting down, cuffed to the table. They look at him through the one way glass.
Harding: Your agent was right. The man in there is Reverend Nathan Paul Phillips Kearney, leader of The United States Patriots Union.
Hotch: Seriously, he's a reverend?
Harding: From what we were able to gather, he has no formal training or certification as reverend.
Hotch: So he's a fraud, a con man.
Harding: Yes, like most terrorist or cult group leaders, he's a charming sociopath.
Hotch: Ah, now you're sounding like an expert in my field.
Harding laughed.
Harding: I hope you didn't find my remarks about your agent offensive.
Hotch: Of course not. May I ask you a question?
Harding: Go for it.
Hotch: The knowledge Prentiss has- how would someone acquire it without ever being assigned to an FBI counterterrorism unit before?
Harding: Why do you ask?
Hotch: I'm just curious.
Harding: Well, I suppose schooling or… I don't know.. Prentiss is the daughter of Elizabeth and Harrison Prentiss, no?
Hotch: she is. I actually worked for the Ambassador's detail years ago. Agent Prentiss was no more than 18, 19.
Harding: well, it's possible she got exposure to counter terror from her parents' jobs.
Hotch hadn't considered that.
Hotch: What do you mean?
Harding: Well, Harrison Prentiss is the National Security Advisor.
Hotch: You think he shared details of terrorism with his daughter as a bonding exercise?
Harding chuckled.
Harding: Who knows. I'm surprised Agent Prentiss didn't go into politics herself. She's a political thoroughbred, she could have been a senator by 35.
Hotch: She's expressed to me that she hates the entire idea of it.
Harding: I suppose that's natural if it's forced upon you.
Hotch nodded.
Hotch: Well, I figure your team can handle the rest of this.
Harding: We can. Thanks, Hotchner.
The two unit chiefs shook hands.
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INT. ON THE JET - 6.2
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Morgan sat next to Emily.
Morgan, in a hushed tone: Emily. You should know-
Emily: I know Rossi and Hotch are investigating me.
Morgan: Then you know how serious this is! Em, whatever it is, come clean before it gets worse.
Emily: Morgan-
Morgan: Cut the bullshit. Were you CIA?
Emily gazed out the window.
Morgan: Emily.
This was it. Hotch was going to find out, one way or another. She knew she couldn't avoid this any longer.
Emily turned to face him.
Emily: I am bound by oath not to say anything.
Emily knew that in itself was saying something. It was telling him. She knew she should feel guilty over basically screaming to Morgan that she was CIA in not so many words, but she did feel a bit of relief as now she didn't have to lie to Derek about her past, at least part of it.
She still couldn't tell a soul about Ian. Revealing details of classified missions was a line she would never cross. Especially this case.
Morgan: Are you still?
Emily shook her head. That was true- she was out. She wasn't on some covert op to what- spy on the FBI? The CIA was forbidden from spying on American citizens anyways.
Morgan: Thank you for -
Emily, hissing: Don't you dare say thank you for telling me when you all but forced my hand! Don't you dare-
Morgan: Alright!
The pair sat in silence for a moment. Emily didn't realize the tear strolling down her face, but Morgan did.
Morgan: You did good with this case.
Emily, not meeting his eyes, whispering: Thank you.
Morgan: I have to tell Hotch.
Emily: I know.
Morgan: I don't know what he's gonna do.
Emily: I know.
Morgan: But what I do know is...
Morgan hesitated.
Morgan, lowering his voice: I know I miss the Emily I fell in love with.
Emily: Derek…
Morgan: We'll figure this out, Emily, whatever happens.
Emily: Hotch is going to fire me, isn't he?
Morgan: I really hope not.
The two looked at Hotch, who was focused on the case report.
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