Broken Mirror- 1:5
Harita's POV
"So what happened to you and J. J. at the Redskins game?" Morgan asked Ried as we were walking into the BAU room, as I like to call it.
"Yeah Reid, did anything happen." I said with a wink.
"Top secret." Spencer answered.
"Derek, hey. I put the transcript from the last prison interview on your desk." A woman said, following right behind us.
"Ok. It wasn't classified as a rush. You could have sent it to the interoffice." Derek replied.
"I could have." The woman flirted as she left. A few women chuckled as they passed us, looking at Derek, and then a few guys smirked and looked me up and down as they also passed us.
"Must be tough for both of you." Reid said.
"Not really." Derek responded.
"What do you mean? You don't do anything and these women are throwing themselves at you. And you!" Reid exclaimed pointing at me. "You get both women and men looking at you, trying to impress you." I chuckled.
"Until they find out that I am not single."
"It's strictly off-limits, Reid." Derek added as we passed through the doors.
"There's no code of conduct that says agents can't socialize."
"Well, see my code of survival says never mess with a woman who carries a gun."
"Well, you should also consider the women who don't carry a gun." I added as Derek inhaled through his teeth.
"Right, learned that from you."
"Makes sense, what did you do?" Spencer asked as we sat down on the chairs at our desks.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, Harita doesn't get pissed off unless someone does something really bad."
"It happened twice. The first time was when I was a bit mad at her, and accidentally called her by her last name, lets just say she made sure I couldn't fuck someone for over 3 months. The second time was when I said I could beat her in wrestling."
"Now you atleast know not to underestimate any woman." I said.
"Damn right."
"Reid, Harita, Morgan document's up on the screen regarding the kidnapping of Trish Davenport." Hotch said as he and Elle came out of his office. We got up from our seats and walked towards them.
"Have you read them yet?" Reid questioned.
"Yeah, got a copy from the document examiner." Hotch answered.
"What's it say?" Derek asked.
"That we've got until 8:00 tonight." Hotch replied as we walked into the conference room. I was the last one in, so I turned off the lights and closed the door. We huddled around the screen as Reid started reading the statement.
"'You will follow instructions carefully. You will do this to ensure the safety of your daughter. You will wait for the call. You will answer the call at 8:00 P. M. You will write down the instructions and follow them to the letter.'"
"That gives us less than 9 hours-"
"9 hours and 43 minutes." I corrected Hotch.
"Right, 9 hours and 43 minutes to get to Connecticut, work up victimology on Trish Davenport, and prepare her father for the ransom drop."
"How do we know the letter's real?" Gideon asked.
"The handwriting is a match for Trish's. He dictated it to her, and they found saline on the paper." Hotch explained.
"Her tears." Gideon added.
"He never says 'I'. He doesn't say 'I will call'. He says, 'You will answer the call'. He's distancing himself from the kidnapping. If he said 'I', he'd be taking responsibility for it." Derek elucidated.
"There's also another missing element."
"No mention of the police. Ransom notes almost always forbid police involvement." Elle finished for Hotch.
"So is he expecting law enforcement to get involved?" Aaron asked.
"Well, if he's expecting us, let's not disappoint him." Gideon said, as he turned around and left.
...
*CUE INTRO*
(For one of the 'pictures' in the intro, imagine Harita fidgeting with a pen, looking at a map with her left eyebrow raised.)
...
"Everyone familiar with the father?" Hotch asked. We were all on the plane in our seats. And again, thanks to my condition, which I'm not complaining about, I'm eating another Clif bar. Morgan says it's not good for me, but I mean, that's the whole point.
"Evan Davenport, U. S. Attorney, executive assistant southern district, New York. widower assigned U. S. Marshals 3 times in the past 10 years due to death threats." Spencer explained.
"What he said." I said, as I finished another row in my cardigan that I'm making.
"Is the protective detail still current?" Morgan asked.
"Around the clock, but Trish declined protection when she turned 18." Hotch confirmed.
"Too bad for the boyfriend." Morgan said.
"But why kill him?" Reid queeried.
"Well, when you wanna kidnap someone, you have to get all the obstacles away from your path, even if it means killing someone." I explained.
"It says here she's got a sister." Morgan said as he looked through the file.
"Cheryl." Hotch confirmed.
"Any problems? Were they close?" Morgan asked.
"Yeah. They're identical twins." Reid said as he held up a picture of Cheryl and Trish.
...
Hotch ordered for Morgan, Elle, and I to go to where Trish was last seen. I expected there to be a car, maybe some blood, but not a girl, most likely Cheyl, to be lying on the ground.
"What's she doing?" Morgan asked one of the officers as we got out of the car.
"She's not dead, is she?" I asked.
"No, she's just lying on the road." The officer answered.
"Yeah, I see that. But why?" Morgan questioned.
"She's trying to get a feel for what happened to her sister." Another officer answered. I walked towards Cheryl, to see if she's got anything. I don't believe she's crazy. I know what and why she's doing it. I did it before. Twice. I stood in front of the barn for over 4 hours just trying to see if my dad and step-mom were lying. Turns out they were telling the truth and both my sister and step-sister had died. I just couldn't take it in, even though I knew they were gone. Even before my parents told me they died, I still felt like a chunk of my soul went missing.
"Cheryl Davenport?" Derek asked.
"Shh! Just a minute." Cheryl responded. "No, I'm not crazy. I'm lying here for a reason."
"I know that, and I don't think you're crazy." I responded.
"You don't?" Cheryl asked a few seconds later, sitting up. "But everyone else does, why don't you?" I walked towards and crouched down.
"December 24, 1989. It was morning, around 8 am, and my whole family left. I was eating breakfast when all of a sudden, I felt something leave me. I thought it was just the cold air. Until my dad and step-mom came into the house and broke the news to me. Both my sister and step-sister died. Suicide, they told me. I didn't believe, well because I just couldn't. I left the house and just followed my feet and trusted my gut. I arrived at this old abandoned barn and saw that it was on fire. Firefighters were trying to put it out. They did in the end, but then I saw EMTs dragging my sisters out. They were dead. So yes, I do not think you're crazy, but I do hope your sister is alright, and I will do everything it takes to get your sister back, I promise." Cheryl was silent. She nodded her head and laid back down. I sat down right next to her and held her hand. A minute passes and then she got back up. She stood up, dragging me with her, hence her not letting go of my hand. She had a really strong grip, but I didn't mind.
"He dragged her from the car. This is where she fell. Trish is a fighter. She wouldn't have gone quietly not even with a gun pointed at her." Cheryl said to Morgan and Elle.
"She's right. There are nail marks on the car seat." Elle confirmed.
"So you believe your sister's still alive?" Morgan asked.
"I know she's still alive."
"You know the way twins know?" Elle questioned as I raised my eyebrow at her.
"Not the 'I can feel my twin's pain' crap. If you stick her with a needle, I don't cry out. But if something is bothering her, if something is wrong I can feel it. Even from 1,000 miles away at college." Cheryl said, gripping my hand tighter.
"You study physics, right?" Elle asked.
"If you're asking why a science major would believe in something non-scientific I don't. I just know what I feel. My feeling is that my sister is still alive." I let out a sigh of relief and mouthed 'good'.
"Hey, I'll be right back, it'll just take a minute." I said to Cheryl, who nodded and let go. I then followed Morgan to the side of the road, as we did our 'Putting Milk First Then Cereal'.
"Ok. She was rarely without the boyfriend." Morgan said.
"Well, I know in order to get to her, I got to take him out. He was collateral damage." I added. "Or was he? Shot was to the face. That's personal." Morgan said as we walked deeper into the trees.
"Kill the boyfriend, get him out of the way so I can get her-"
"Alone." Morgan finished for me, turning around to face Cheryl.
...
"You think Cheryl's a whack job because she claims she can feel her sister's anxiety?" Elle said. She pulled us into a hallway once we entered the house.
"I never said whack job." Morgan corrected.
"But you still think she's crazy. You heard what I said to her, how do explain that. I was only ten." I argued.
"Actually there may be a physiological basis for it. Reversed asymmetry monozygotic eggs split late between 9 to 12 days. The DNA matches right down to the very last stranded code and there's sporadic documentation of shared physiological pain." Reid said as he approached us.
"And you believe it?" Morgan asked.
"No, I'm just saying it's possible. I don't know everything. I mean, despite the fact that you think that I do."
"I never said that. When have I ever said that?" Morgan defended.
"Every day since I met you." Reid said.
"This morning at breakfast." Elle stated.
"Today on the plane." I added.
"Yesterday when he beat you at cards. Um... we've got one minute." Hotch warned.
"Anybody ever heard of sarcasm?" Morgan asked as we headed towards the dining room. We all nodded. We all gathered around the table, I stood next to Hotch and Cheryl. I held my hand out to hers and she quickly grabbed it. I could tell that she was very nervous and terrified. Well, I mean, I am a profiler.
"Remember, keep your voice even and calm and agree with everything he says." Gideon recalled. It was now 8:01 pm.
"He's late." Mr. Davenport said.
"He'll call. Just try to relax. This is his strategy. He wants you on edge." Hotch said, just as the phone rang. I grabbed my headphones, as well as Reid, Morgan, and Hotch, and pressed it against my left ear, leaving the right one open so I could hear if anyone talked, more so Cheryl.
"Remember to repeat any important information he gives you to make sure you understand. You try to keep him talking to reveal something about Trish or about himself." Gideon reminded. as he pushed the accept button.
"This is Evan Davenport."
"Hello, Mr. Davenport." The unsub said.
"Are you the man who has my daughter Patricia?"
"I have your daughter."
"Can I ask you-"
"You may ask me nothing." The unsub interrupted. "This is not an interrogation. You will listen only to my instructions."
"Ok."
"But I will not give them to you."
"I don't understand."
"I do not want to talk to you, Mr. Davenport."
"Excuse me."
"I want to talk to her. I want to talk to Cheryl." We all looked at each other weirdly.
"What's he doing?" Mr. Davenport asked after Gideon pressed the mute button.
"What most of the offenders we catch try to do, establish dominance." Morgan answered.
"How long can we keep him on hold?" Greenaway asked.
"We can't put her on." Hotch said.
"Why not? I want to help. I'll talk to him." Cheryl insisted.
"Cheryl doesn't have the authority that Davenport holds. He shouldn't want to talk to her." Morgans said.
"I think that she should speak to him." Elle stated.
"I do too." I added.
"Do I need to repeat myself? I want to talk to Cheryl. Put her on the phone. Now." The unsub insisted.
"No." Gideon said.
"I think she should speak to him. He wants to talk to her." Elle argued.
"The more he speaks, the more he reveals." I added.
"She is right, Gideon." Morgan said.
"He has my sister." Cheryl exclaimed.
"No." Gideon insisted.
"I'm waiting." The unsub said.
"Elle." Gideon called over. I shook my head.
"Ok." Gideon pressed the unmute button. "This is Cheryl. Hello. This is Cheryl."
"I have Patricia by my side. I know her voice therefore I know her sister's. Get off the phone. I want Cheryl. I'll give you 60 seconds. If you don't put her on the phone I will hang up and you will never hear from me or Patricia again." The unsub demanded. Elle pushed the mute button
"Prep her. Come on over here, please." Gideon said as he and Mr. Davenport stood up from their chairs. Elle, Gideon and Mr. Davenport moved out of the way. I handed my headphones to Aaron and Cheryl dragged my hand and we sat in the chairs.
"50 seconds."
"This guy's arrogant. Let him know that he's in control. Let him guide the conversation." I explained.
"40."
"Use your sister's name. Say my sister Trish or her name's Patricia.
"35 seconds."
"Talk about her. Let him get to know her through you. Don't veer off topic. Agree with him."
"25 seconds."
"Tell him that you understand him and as hard as this sounds, empathize."
"20 seconds."
"Let him know that he didn't mean to hurt Trish or go this far and that he can fix it. He has a chance to show that he's a kind and forgiving person by letting your sister go."
"10 seconds."
"And if you don't know what to say, I'll tell you. I'm going to be right here besides you." I reassured, caressing her hand.
"3, 2, 1." I pressed the unmute button.
"This is Cheryl."
"Hello, Cheryl. How are you?" The unsub asked. Cheryl looked at me, wanting to know if she should go on. I just smiled and nodded.
"I'd be a lot better if I knew that my sister, Patricia's ok."
"I can tell you have a lot of empathy, Cheryl. You care about others."
"Yes, I do. And it sounds like you understand. You mean that I empathize?"
"Yes."
"I do. Very much. I empathize. I empathize with you, Cheryl. I know you want to be with your sister." I nudged Gideon and signaled for a notebook and pen. He gave it to me and I wrote down in all caps 'YOU WANT TRISH BACK'.
"Yes, I want Trish back."
"Good. Tell me what you want, Cheryl. I'm very interested. Tell me all about yourself. What's your favorite color?" I quickly pressed the mute button.
"Don't answer that. Stay with Trish." I say, pressing the unmute button.
"If I tell you, will you let me talk to my sister?"
"Maybe. Maybe not."
"I like blue." Cheryl answered, squeezing my hand harder.
"How ordinary. Do you like chocolate, Cheryl? Do...you...like...chocolate?"
"Yes."
"I do as well."
"Please, let me talk to my sister. All I want to do is hear her voice. Please. Hello?"
"Cher…" A voice croaked, presumably Trish.
"Trish!"
"Cher, is that you?"
"Trish, it's me. I'm here. Are you ok?"
"Cher, I can't... Where are you? What do you see?"
"I... I see the moon."
"Trish!"
"Have 500,000 ready." The unsub demanded.
"Let me talk to her!" Cheryl exclaimed.
"$500,000 is what I'm owed. The Davenports will wait by the phone. You will receive a call with precise instructions in exactly 15 minutes." The call ended. Trish was shocked, and ran out of the room, Mr. Davenport right behind her.
"Were you able to trace it?" Gideon asked.
"No. He's probably using a disposable cell phone. They're impossible to trace." Reid said.
"She said she could see the moon." Elle recalled.
"She sounded delirious." Gideon said.
"She was sedated." Reid corrected.
"Could have been a light." Gideon suggested.
"If he's keeping her drugged, it might mean he's not very strong. He might have to keep her weak just so he can dominate her." Morgan said.
"Or he's keeping her quiet." Elle added.
"Has Davenport told us everything about his staff?" Gideon asked.
"Oh, yeah, we have detailed reports but we should probably revisit the background on household staff aides and current docket."
"Guys, she wasn't blindfolded. If she's seen his face, as soon as he gets that money-"
"He'll kill her." Gideon finished for Derek
"He said owed." Gideon said, after reading the transcript of the call.
"$500,000. His demand sounded scripted, like he was reading it to us." Spencer said.
"But the rest of the conversation wasn't. He was his most relaxed just talking to Cheryl." Morgan said.
"What does that mean?" Gideon asked.
"The unsub knows her." I answered.
"How much time we got?" Derek asked.
"6 minutes." Spencer answered.
"How quickly can you get the money?" Gideon asked.
...
I was going to find Cheryl and try to comfort her, but when I found out she was drinking, I backed away and went to find Elle. Me and alcohol don't belong together.
Flashback
Another glass bottle shattered against the wall, which was pushed against. My dad shoved my into the ground, making the sharp pieces of glass cut my skin
"Clean this up, NOW!" My dad yelled, walking away. He was drunk. Again. Who knew Alcohol could do this much.
End of Flashback
I walked back into the living room and picked up the headphones, placing them on my ear.
"Everything will be done by Cheryl. Cheryl will gather the money packets. Only she will touch the money. Cheryl will make the drop. If she is wired, if you use a look-a-like, Patricia dies. Cheryl will get in her car. No one is to be in the car with her, no one is to follow her no air surveillance, no car surveillance of any kind will be tolerated. I will give directions over a cell phone as Cheryl drives. She must make the drop at exactly 3:00 A. M. She will follow each instruction to the letter." The unsub said. The call ended.
"We can't let her go alone." Hotch stated.
"He said if he sees anyone-" Hotch cut off Mr. Davenport.
"I know. One car, unmarked. Tinted windows."
"If he sees one of you, and Trish dies- if my daughter dies." Mr. Davenport sighed.
Morgan, Hotch, and I piled into the car and headed towards a rental car lot, as Reid said.
"You know my guess?" Morgan asked. "One of these cars has a set of keys already in the ignition with a disposable cell phone sitting right in it."
"So she switches cars and phones." Hotch said.
"Yeah". I looked down at my watch.
"5 minutes."
"He's probably gonna have her drive around for over an hour just to make sure no one's following her." Morgan said.
"And then the ransom drop." Hotch added as Morgan sighed. "What is it? What's the matter?"
"Something's not right about this. What if he was watching us or listening to us?"
"The local office did a bug sweep." Hotch counter replied.
"I mean, Derek has a point, the ransom call was way too simple." I said.
"All right. You both are the unsub. What would you have done differently?" Hotch asked.
"I would have said don't involve the police or the media. $500,000. No consecutive serial numbers on the bills." Morgan started.
"No marked bills. No new bills. No tracking devices in the money bag. No explosive dyes in the money bag. No tracking devices in the car." I added.
"Why didn't he say any of this?" Hotch asked. Cheryl got out of the car, money bag in one had, phone in the other.
"Hotch, this was never about the money." Morgan said.
"It's not a ransom drop." Hotch added.
"It's a second kidnapping." I stated. We all got out of the car and got our guns out.
"Cheryl, get down, get down! Don't move!" Morgan yelled, as Cheryl did as told. The unsub noticed us and took off. I sprinted as fast as I could, trying to shoot at the window, along with Aaron and Derek, but it didn't work, the Unsub got away.
"Shit."
…
"Cheryl's all right." Morgan said as we entered the house. I handed her to Mr. Davenport. I walked over to Elle, who waved at me, and I nodded back. The phone rang, as expected. I grabbed the headphones and put them on as Derek pushed the accept button on the phone.
"That was fun, wasn't it? A little running around, getting our pulses racing. Are you there, Cheryl? Are you there?!" We made signals to Cheryl, telling her not to talk. "Tell me you didn't feel a slight tingle, a thrill ran up your spine. Huh? But those clever and cunning FBI agents deduced my little plan just in time. They figured it out. If they hadn't, I would have had you both. The whole set. The matching pair."
"Why are you doing this?" Cheryl asked, against our will.
"Because you asked me to, Cheryl. You asked me with your glances. The way you talk. Those little gestures." Morgan pressed the mute button.
"What are you doing?" Cheryl asked.
"Do not answer this man." Morgan replied.
"You asked for this! You asked for it, Cheryl!" Cheryl, out of rage, pressed the unmute button, just as Morgan said her name. This was like those books where the main character does the stupidest thing. I looked away for a second.
"What do you want?"
"What do I want?! You! It may not be today, it may not be tomorrow but I promise you, we will be together." The call ended. We all sat down in the closed seat to us, though I left the room just as my watch buzzed. I went to where I kept my 'to-go' bag and searched for some kind of snack. I was running out, so I made a mental note to pack some more. I grabbed a bag of almonds, closed my bag, and pressed the 'start' button on my watch for the next alarm, which would ring in another hour. I went to the kitchen, where Hotch, Elle, and Morgan were, and stood next to Morgan, handing him some of my almonds. So far, we knew that the unsub is obsessed with Cheryl and Trish, knowing that he was meant to be with them
"Crime of obsession. Your specialty, your lead, Morgan." Hotch said.
"I think we should recheck everyone on Davenport's staff against the profile of a stalker."
"Aren't stalking behaviors pretty diverse?" Elle asked.
"There's overlap. Narcissistic, inflated sense of self-worth, history of bad relationships." Morgan said.
"What do we know so far?" Hotch questioned.
"He's probably white, obviously male, sophisticated speech patterns. This guy's pretentious. He wants to sound smarter than he actually is. Whatever position of authority or level of success this guy has he had to struggle for it." Morgan said.
"We also have to face the possibility at this point-"
"That Trish may already be dead." I finished for Hotch. Gideon came in and handed us some orange slices, which I gladly took. Oranges are better than almonds.
"You know, so far he's called every play. I say we apply some pressure, make him sweat."
"Well, there's only one way to do that." Gideon said. We all moved to where the phone is, and waited for him to call. He did. We just waited. We didn't pick up, because that is our move. Mr. Davenport reached in to grab the phone, but Gideon stopped him. Gideon then pressed the accept, and then pressed the end button.
"What are you doing?" Mr. Davenport asked. He called again. "Agent Gideon." After a few more moments of ringing, he accepted the call.
"Hello?" Gideon said.
"Tell me there was a technical issue with the line because if you actually just hung up on m-" Gideon ended the call.
"What the hell are you doing?" Mr. Davenport asked. The phone rang again.
"Are you gonna answer it?" Cheryl asked Gideon.
"Why is he doing this? What is he-what- you're gonna drive this guy crazy."
"Just, quiet. Please, quiet." Gideon said. Cheryl reached in to try and pick it up, but Elle held her back.
"Cheryl, he knows what he's doing."
"Somebody has to answer it! Just answer the phone, for god's sake! Pick up the phone-"
"Don't touch it!" Gideon yelled at Mr. Davenport, as Morgan held him back.
"He knows what he's doing." Gideon answered the call.
"Davenport residence."
"Are you out of your mind? You do realize, you do understand, that I'll kill her?! Do you-" Gideon ended the call. You know when in a movie, you know what's going to happen, but you can't take your eyes off the screen? Yeah, that's happening right now, but thank my Gushers for keeping me sane. The unsub called again, which Gideon waited. Mr. Davenport went on a full ramage of screaming, which Gideon responded to by telling him to get his shit together. The result was Hotch and Morgan holding back, Elle holding Cheryl as she cries, Reid and I with our headphones on, me eating some Gushers, and Gideon standing by the phone. Finally, Gideon answered the call.
"She is dead! You hang up on me again, and I rip her open!" The unsub yelled, as Mr. Davenport and Cheryl started crying louder.
"I'm sorry. You must have the wrong number." Gideon responded as he ended the call.
"Come on, Gideon." Morgan muttered. I just shook my head. I trust Gideon. I mean, he was the one who helped me put my life together. Well, mainly Hotch, but Gideon did help.
"You killed her." Mr. Davenport said.
"No, sir." Gideon simply responded.
"Oh, yeah. Then what- what the hell do you think you're doing?" Mr. Davenport asked.
"I'm saving your daughter, Mr. Davenport." The phone started ringing again. "Have a little faith." Gideon answered the call.
"Put Cheryl on the phone." The unsub demanded.
"No. You're finished talking to Cheryl." Gideon responded.
"Listen to that tone of authority. Just like your published work, agent Gideon. Fascinating to hear the same arrogant quality in your own voice. You are a bit of a pedant, Jason, a bit didactic?"
"Well, that's a very interesting conclusion. You sound intelligent, and you certainly sound educated, and, we both know that's not true."
"Oh, I know all about all of you. The ambitious agent Hotchner? Do you wanna be director of the FBI someday, agent Hotchner? Would you step on Jason Gideon to get there? I think you would. Posttraumatic stress is a very good excuse. Even your sick, pregnant wife can't get you to leave your post. Jason Gideon, an expert in the criminal psyche yet unable to diagnose the autistic leanings of the very insecure Dr. Reid. Well, maybe he can make money counting cards in Las Vegas. The lovely Elle was promoted too soon. She doesn't have what it takes to make it in the B. A. U. Boys club. Oh, plus the lovely Harita, or should I say Agent Nathan. Oh wait, you don't like to be called that. I thought Dr. Reid had a traumatic childhood, until I heard about you. Just so you know, your beauty, muscles, PhDs, and intelligence can't hide that. You're no threat to me, you're no threat to anyone. And Token Derek Morgan wants to be taken seriously but he is just a pumped-up side of beef. I know who you are, I know how you think and I know what to do next! Do you?" The unsub yelled, soon ending the call. I clenched my fists, which was noticed by everyone, due to me crushing the wrapper of the Gushers. No one messes with me, but if you mess with my family, oh honey, you're dead. Hotch put a comforting hand on my shoulder and massaged it. He knew what helps to calm me down.
"What the hell was that? Why did he say that he knows what to do next? Is he gonna hurt my daughter?" Mr. Davenport asked frantically.
"He was grandstanding." Gideon calmly answered.
"You don't know that. You- you can't possibly know that." Mr. Davenport said.
"Mr. Davenport, I have learned more in the last 5 minutes than in the last 24 hours."
"Oh, really? Well, I don't understand. Why is he focused on you right now?" Mr. Davenport asked.
"Because we are interfering in his relationship with the girls." Morgan answered.
"He said he knows all about you."
"Yes, sadly." I said, muttering the last part.
"He profiled us, Mr. Davenport." Hotch added.
"Why would he do that?" Cheryl asked.
"To show us how smart he is." Elle answered.
"Often times the best profilers are the unsubs themselves. They're the ones able to walk into an arcade full of children and pinpoint the boy or girl that can be led out quietly." Reid explained.
"But he made a mistake, because he gave us something he didn't expect."
"Which is?" Mr. Davenport asked.
"He told us how to find him." Gideon said. Hotch called in a heck ton of people and Mr. Davenport stood up and pointed his finger at Gideon.
"You said you knew how to find him, that you were gonna save my daughter. Why don't you get out there and do something? What are you everybody's standing around here, looking-"
"Mr. Davenport-" A random dude tried to get his attention.
"Don't condescend to me. Don't patronize me."
"Evan, Evan. Evan. Everybody is doing the best that they can. Come on. Come on. Take a break, come on." The man pulled Mr. Davenport aside. Talk about rude for once. Okay, I get the situation, but we are not metal detectors. We're still human.
"For the suspect to know that much about us he has to be one of us." Morgan said.
"I'm gonna have Garcia do a search of the New Haven FBI field office. The guy we're looking for knows this house, he knows the family." Hotch concluded.
"There's 700 agents in New Haven and another 70 in satellite offices. Davenport knows quite a few of them." Reid said.
"While we're narrowing the list, Cheryl can't stay here. If he's one of us, he has access, weapons and you bet he's got a strategy." Elle proposed.
"So who can we trust?" Morgan asked.
"No one." Hotch answered. Great. Good thing my trust issues came at the perfect time. "We need to get Cheryl to a safe house."
"And limit the amount of agents she comes in contact with." Morgan adds.
...
Morgan, Elle, and I drove Cheryl into her safe house, along with a few other agents. Once we got there, Elle went with Cheryl while the rest of us checked the house. The house was clear and I met up with Elle, who just ended her call.
"Wanna go and check up on Cheryl?" Elle asked, sounding urgent,
"What's wrong?" We walked quickly towards Cheryl's room.
"There was a microphone in one of the devices at Mr. Davenport's house. It belonged to Agent Shyer, the one who came with us.
"Oh shit." We got our guns drawn, just in case, and opened Cheryl's door quietly. We saw Agen Shyer close to Cheryl, a knife in his hand heading towards Cheryl's throat.
"Put the knife down." Elle said. Agent Shyer turned around, hands up.
"You don't understand. You don't understand my relationship with these girls."
"Put the knife down." Elle urged.
"You don't understand-"
"Put it down!" I yelled. Suddenly, Shyer elbowed me in the face, blacking my vision for a second. He had Elle against the wall, but luckily she pushed him to the ground. I pointed my gun at him and stepped on his crotch, teasing the thought of crushing it.
"You ok?" Elle asked Cheryl, who nodded.
"Where is Patricia?" I demanded.
…
We got her safe and sound, which was a relief. Right after we exited the plane, I told Hotch I was going home. I got into my apartment and crashed onto the couch. I deserved a day of relaxation, even if it meant procrastinating my work, which I excel at. I called Saline, just to see how she's doing in London.
"Hey." She said as she picked up.
"Hey, how's London?"
"Amazing. I'm so sorry I left without an explanation, but G-Ma was sick. Her cancer was getting worse, but just yesterday, it got better."
"That's great. Tell your grandma I said hi."
"I will. Oh, also, I'll be able to come back home by next week."
"Good, I miss you."
"I miss you too. How was the case."
"How do yo- I didn't even tell you ab-"
"Shh. I know. So tell me."
"An agent kidnapped his close friend's daughter. 3-way triangle love, including the twin." I heard Saline gag. "But what confused me was how he knew so much information about all of us. He even called me Agent Na-" I couldn't finish my sentence because I started gagging.
"What did he say?"
"He said, and I quote 'Oh, plus the lovely Harita, or should I say Agent Nathan. Oh wait, you don't like to be called that. I thought Dr. Reid had a traumatic childhood, until I heard about you. Just so you know, your beauty, muscles, PhDs, and intelligence can't hide that. You're no threat to me, you're no threat to anyone.'"
"Does the rest of the team know?" I got up from the couch and walked into my room, or our room. I grabbed a sweatshirt and leggings and changed into thosed.
"No. I mean, I'll tell them eventually, though it might take a couple of years. I mean, it's not like I'm telling them I'm a serial killer, or that my parents are." I said as I put my hair into a messy bun, which was huge, despite my long ass hair. It was the size of a donut and the height was like two donuts, maybe three, stacked on top of each other.
"I know. Listen, I got to go, G-Ma is calling me."
"Okay, I love you."
"Love you back." The call ended, and just as I was about to sit on my bed and read my book, my phone rang. I checked the ID and it was Morgan.
"Hey-" Morgan cut me off.
"We need to talk. Now."
I'm sorry for the cliffhanger, but then again I'm not. Also it's Hotch's birthday today.
Toodles,
HernameisBurrito