Anaheim PD, Anaheim, California

August 1st 2009

Harrison stopped by his property that he owned in the area after he landed to grab his car, a black 1969 Dodge Coronet. He also changed clothes to look at least a bit presentable. He threw on a pair of black dress trousers and a slate gray button down shirt with the top button undone and sleeves rolled up. Harrison had his eyesight fixed in his seventh year so his eyes were unhindered. Finally he left his hair in its 'just shagged' look as it was still untameable as ever.

He called Neville before approaching the police building and his friend agreed to meet him outside. Parking the car outside the station, he could see Neville waiting for him along with a rather handsome but stern looking man.

"Harry."

"Nev, good to see you again." Harrison shook his friend's hand.

"Harry, this is our Unit Chief SSA Hotchner, Hotch this is Lord Harrison Potter-Black."

"Pleasure." Hotch said, shaking Harrison's hand.

"Likewise Agent Hotchner. Just Harrison is fine. Neville knows I don't go by titles."

The three of them head inside where Harrison was led to an interrogation room. "Tell me, did Neville tell you he is actually Lord Neville Longbottom?"

Neville glared at his friend but Harrison only gave him a shit eating grin. "Harry!"

"I'll take that as a no." Harrison flounced into the interrogation room and flung himself into the chair.

The rest of the team stayed on the other side of the one-way mirror so that they could watch as Hotch and Rossi closed the door behind them.

Morgan turned to Neville "When were you gonna tell us?"

"How about, never?" Neville retorted, eyes narrowed.

"I was expecting a serious, hard arse kind of guy. I was imagining another Hotch."

Neville wasn't about to tell a bunch of profilers that his friend has multiple masks that he puts on everyday. Not many people get to see the real him.

August 1st 2009 - Anaheim Police Department, Interrogation Room 2.

Harrison refused to show these agents emotion. He knows who they are and what they do and there was no way in hell these profilers were going to get a read on him. Unfortunately he's worked himself up though because they are treating him like he was guilty.

'Seriously, if it was him, he wouldn't do it on his own properties!' he thought.

"Harrison? This is Supervisory Special Agent Rossi. We just want to ask you a few questions regarding the cases that Longbottom mentioned on the phone."

"Hello."

The profilers watched as Harrison just looked bored with the whole situation. Hotch pulls out the ninth case and lays out the photos of the victim in front of Harrison but notices Harrison wasn't interested.

"Where were you on the night of the 29th of July?"

"Nowhere near here."

Morgan withheld a snort and Neville just looked resigned to his friend's attitude.

'Really, Harry. You are not helping."

Hotch really wanted to wipe that smirk off the little Lord's face. And he was little. Compared to his own 6"1 height, Harrison is only 5"4 at most. But he also knew that he was in trouble. Longbottom's friend is incredibly attractive. His co-workers have no idea he plays for both teams. Who would? What with Haley and Jack.

"Fine, I was already in Sydney. As you no doubt heard the other day, I had left the US a week earlier."

"What were you doing in Sydney?"

"Y'know, Bondi Beach has all the hot guys and girls." Harrison waggled his eyebrows at the hot agent.

"So you were on vacation?" asked Rossi.

"Yeah, sure. Though I was checking on one of my hotels there too." Harrison shrugged. "The call of the beach was too strong though so that's where I spent most of my time."

"Can anyone vouch for your whereabouts?" asked Hotchner.

"I traveled alone, I suppose the hotel will be able to prove it."

"Well yeah they could, if you would let them give us guest information and surveillance copies." scoffed Hotchner.

Harrison rolled his eyes. "Honestly, you could've just asked me over the phone the other day."

"Yes, well all law enforcement interactions with your managers indicate otherwise." stated Hotchner, angrily.

"Testy, fine. If you want the information you need then we can go to the hotel later and get it. My managers will not release anything without me there."

"Hah, no. You are not coming with us. Ex-law enforcement or not, you are a civilian."

Harrison pulled out his current credentials.

"Hmn. Not quite Agent Hotchner. I am in fact an active agent with MI6 and considering no one has managed to catch this person yet means y'all need all the help you can get. Besides, some fucker has decided to use MY hotels as a hunting ground, you better fucking believe that I will be there to take them down."

Rossi and Hotchner left the room to consult with the rest of their team.

"Longbottom. You said he was no longer in law enforcement."

"He wasn't, I swear I didn't know. He left Scotland Yard but didn't tell me anything else."

"He's a bit of a little shit you know." noted Hotch.

"That's nothing, sir. He can get a lot worse."

"Hotch, are you going to give him the details on the cases?"

"Some, yes. But I have reservations on letting him help us unless the bureau reaches out to MI6."

"He's persistent, sir. He won't be left out of the investigation. I wouldn't be surprised if he already contacted his superiors and yours."

"He has that kind of power?"

"Yes." snorted Neville.

Rossi and Hotch re-entered the room. In their absence, Harrison had got up and was pacing the room.

"You didn't tell Longbottom that you had joined MI6 after you left Scotland Yard. Why?"

"Does it matter? Anyway, I was always MI6. No one knew I was on loan to Scotland Yard and no one knew I had joined directly from school. That's kind of the point."

"Longbottom said you left law enforcement. That you were disillusioned with the police force."

Harrison wondered exactly what his files and what his friend had told this team. "And I did, sort of. I was supposed to shadow Scotland Yard for five years. I left after one."

A notification tone interrupted their interview and Hotch looked down at his phone.

"There's been another murder."

"Soooo, are you gonna read me in or not? I'm sure Strauss won't mind." Harrison smirked.

"You know Strauss?" Harrison hummed in reply.

Rossi exited the room again before dialing Strauss' number.

"Strauss, do you know Harrison Potter-Black?"

"What? How do you know that name?"

"He's connected to the case we're on at the moment."

"He's a suspect?"

"No, no. But the murders all happened in his hotel chain."

"Oh thank God. You do NOT want to cross Lord Potter-Black. Has he asked to be included in your investigation?"

"Yeah, how did you know?"

"I know him. Just let him in otherwise he'll end up just doing things on his own and that is never a good idea. I'll vouch for him. He is an exemplary agent and the Director has been trying to get him into the FBI for years."

"Fine, but if anything goes wrong -"

"Yes, I know. I'll deal with it."

"Alright, I'll keep you updated."

Going back to Hotch and Potter-Black, he quietly told Hotch that Strauss wants to read him in on the case to help them.

"Alright then, Reid and Longbottom have set up a case board. Apparently you do have Strauss onside."

Harrison just hummed in agreement again. He followed the two other agents into the conference room they had set up for their use, the rest of the BAU team following behind.