Eᴘɪsᴏᴅᴇ: Pʀᴇ Sᴇᴀsᴏɴ 1
As I followed Penelope toward the meeting room for our afternoon briefing, I could feel a lump in my throat caused by nerves. She had decided that we should arrive first to allow her a chance to introduce me to the members of her team and I reluctantly agreed. I didn't exactly have the most successful history with work colleagues.
We stepped into the room to find a pretty blonde woman busying herself with setting out case files and generally preparing the space for use, and though I felt awkward interrupting her, Penelope charged in without hesitation.
"What's for dinner, mom?" She teased brightly, prompting the young woman to glance up with a fond smile. "Alice and I thought we'd help with setting up. We'll handle the tech for you." Penelope explained, causing the woman's brows to shoot up in surprise and she glanced over at me curiously.
"You're Agent Hawthorne, Interpol's technical analyst?" She asked casually and though I was caught off guard by her knowledge, I nodded back politely. "I was planning to greet you on arrival, but Garcia whisked you away before I got the chance. I'm Jennifer Jareau, communications liaison for the BAU." She introduced herself confidently, stepping forward to shake my hand and I could sense the motherly warmth in her that Penelope had referenced before, allowing it to relax me enough to manage a response.
"Yikes. You've got the toughest job of all. The press." I commented, causing an appreciative chuckle. "Alice is fine. I'm not really into formalities." I added with a smile and she eagerly returned it as she finished laying out papers.
"Great. You can call me JJ. Garcia, if you two are happy to do the rest, I'll get everyone's drinks ready. God only knows when they last took a break." She offered, waiting for Penelope's approval before beginning to collect mugs from a nearby cupboard. "I made sure to get some breakfast tea stocked for you all. Alice, do you want a cup, or are you more of a coffee girl?"
"She's all about the tea. At this point, I'm honestly pretty sure that her blood stream is more tea than anything else." Penelope answered before I could even open my mouth and JJ wasted no time in rushing toward the kitchen.
I rolled my eyes at my friend's teasing, but she didn't display an ounce of shame at my judgement and I found myself standing around awkwardly as I awaited instruction. I was usually a proactive person, but after months of disrespect in Interpol, I'd learned to stay out of the way and mostly attempted to not cause any problems.
"I'll get the screens ready. Alice, if you could get your laptop set up with the case files and I'll use mine to present our plan." Garcia instructed as she began fiddling with the display on the wall and I obediently placed my laptop on the table, before crawling underneath to plug in a power adapter to allow me to use the European device.
Fortunately, Penelope had already thought of everything for my workspace with her, but I still needed to provide for myself everywhere else.
"My mug is missing. I left it on my desk. Have you seen anyone in my office in the past ten minutes?"
I overheard someone questioning Garcia in a stressed voice and as I slowly slid out from under the table, I noticed that the person was almost blocking my exit, giving me a clear view of their bright white trainers and blue jeans which seemed entirely too informal for the setting. Their gaze fell on me immediately as I straightened up to find an older man with greying hair and thin framed glasses examining me with a deep confusion.
"Who's this?" He enquired toward Garcia, whilst maintaining his intense scrutiny of me and I struggled under his investigation, feeling a flood of insecurity.
"This is Alice from Interpol, Sir. Alice, this is SSA Gideon. He's our unit chief." Penelope spluttered, seeming equally unnerved by his arrival and he gave me a rushed handshake, before seeming distracted again. "JJ just went to make some drinks for the round table. She might have your mug, Sir." She answered, prompting him to dart from the room impatiently.
"Gideon's intense and at times eccentric, but brilliant. You get used to him." Penelope muttered under her breath with a wink and I released a sigh that I'd been holding due to nerves.
We settled at the table together as we made the final preparations for our portion of the meeting and JJ returned to place a mug of tea beside me with a warm smile. She took the seat on my other side, almost as if she was protecting me from my team and I knew that she had already been reading my behaviour to identify my discomfort. My anxiety rose at the sight of the rest of my team approaching the doors, led by a man that I didn't recognise and I prayed that their lack of faith in my abilities would not pass onto the BAU team.
They filed into the meeting room, cramping it with their bodies, followed by Reid and Gideon, who was gripping a mug of coffee rather protectively. They were deeply engaged in a hushed conversation, until the unfamiliar man stepped forward to call us to attention.
"Good afternoon, everyone. I'm Supervisory Special Agent Aaron Hotchner. This is our first joint agency case with Interpol in some time, so I would like to start by reminding everyone that we are now a joint task force. All required information will be shared freely and case details for both investigations will be openly available. We welcome the Interpol teams guidance as the primary investigators for this case."
Agent Hotchner made Gideon's expression seem thoroughly welcoming by comparison and despite his words sounding warm, his face remained set in a permanent state of disapproval. I wondered how Penelope managed to work under someone so deadly serious, despite her constant need to treat everything as a joke and decided to ask more about him later. As he paused, another agent rushed into the room, closing the door behind him and took a standing position behind Penelope.
"Morgan, did you find anything at the warehouse?"
Agent Hotchner turned to the newcomer with a hopeful expression, only to receive a subtle shake of the head in return. I glanced over at the agent in question, sudden recognition at the name striking me and couldn't deny that he was handsome. It wasn't surprising that Penelope became so distracted around him, but fortunately my tastes were different enough to avoid sharing this issue.
"Let's start with the basics. Shepard, I'll let you open with your cases." The BAU leader easily drew the attention of the meeting as he commenced conversation and Shepard got to his feet with a confidence that unsettled me.
"The group that we are looking for is a well established human trafficking ring that have been working in Europe for at least four years. They first came under our radar when their leader was murdered by his ambitious second in command, a man that we have identified as Robert Valeno."
Shepard brought up a photo of the man who had dominated my psyche for longer than I cared to admit. Valeno was a prominent figure in my nightmares, as he continued to be impossible to catch and I regularly obsessed over the awful things that he could be doing to people whilst we floundered around behind him.
"Valeno has expanded their operation substantially since he took control and has proven to be an expert in evading justice. Every time that we get close he vanishes, only to appear in another country. So far, we've managed to connect twenty missing women to him, but realistically, we estimate the number is more likely to be in the hundreds."
Penelope set the screens to flick through the images of the victims that we had managed to identify and I felt my stomach lurch. I didn't need to see the photos, each of their faces was burned into my mind as a waking nightmare that only worsened when I closed my eyes. Each and every one of them represented a failure to me, another girl who would never know freedom again.
As Shepard stepped aside, JJ took his place to present the new details.
"Four months ago, local PDs in multiple states began noticing a dramatic increase in their missing persons, particularly women from the ages of fourteen to thirty-five." JJ explained as she redirected the conversation to the American portion of the case and I was met with a new set of faces that I knew I would be unable to forget. Before she could continue, Gideon jumped in with his own opinions about our suspect.
"Valeno has mostly targeted women who were low risk. No family, no job, no connections and until now, anyone who did not meet that criteria was deemed to have been a mistake. Now, he is targeting any female who matches his desired age range. That tells us that he is growing more confident and likely catering to a wealthier clientele. He's comfortable in his methods and clearly believes that he has successfully escaped the pursuit of law enforcement in Europe." He revealed, having already begun speculating on the cause of this change in victimology and Morgan sat forward with interest, as if he had noticed something.
"How did he manage to even get to the States if he was on Interpol's radar?" Morgan asked, glancing around the table in confusion and whilst the rest of my team seemed offended by the question, I noticed that Shepard was staring directly at me, as if the responsibility for this laid primarily at my feet.
"That's where we need to start." I stated, drawing the attention of the room and I strained to keep my nerves from showing in my demeanour as I continued.
"He wasn't just on our radar. His picture was circulated everywhere, MI5, ESISC, border control, immigration and transport services. I blocked every known alias that he has, had software scanning CCTV for his face. We set up roadblocks, monitored drug busts and even placed digital traps. It should have been impossible for him to travel anywhere." I explained, allowing a hint of my frustration to flow into my words and it was clear that everyone was considering the tactics used for any further ideas. Reid drew my attention as the first person that I noticed who did not seem to be blaming me for this failure, instead thinning his eyes reflectively.
"That level of evasion would indicate an exceptionally high intelligence and knowledge of law enforcement, border policies and even technical expertise. If he's also present at the time of abduction and responsible for the transport of his acquisitions, it wouldn't leave any time for the rest of his roles. Which means he has some high level employees with an in depth knowledge of the organisation. Have you discovered any of his accomplices?" Reid enquired, rapidly realising the flaw in my information and I smiled at how easily he had noticed the discrepancy that I had been pointing out for months, much to the teams irritation.
"The guy is a ghost. There's no threads to follow." I sighed, still feeling disappointed in the minimal information that I'd been able to dig up about Valeno. "What we do know is that he has at least employed technical help. The skills that I've encountered are far too advanced to belong to someone who has any priorities other than hacking. I can also confirm that it is not the same person that he was using in Europe." I added, causing Shepard to furrow his brows at me.
"How can you be sure of that?" He asked, already dismissing my opinion and I was flustered by this subtle dig against my knowledge.
"I've compared the logs from my laptop to the digital attacks that the BAU experienced when they tried to track him. They're completely different." I argued, only causing him to seem doubtful and I felt my gut twist in annoyance.
It was one thing for him to disregard me within our own agency, but I didn't appreciate his lack of interest in my input when we were surrounded by new people and felt my temper fuelling me to elaborate on this theory, even if I knew that my team would likely not understand the relevance.
"There are hundreds of ways to do things when it comes to cyber activity and every hacker has their own methods." I began, attempting to simplify the experience that Penelope and I had gathered over the years into something that could assist in the profile. "Think of it like their signature. This new person operates in a more aggressive manner, whereas the original person that he was using was all defensive. He's not waiting for us to find him. He's seeking us out, almost challenging us. I analysed the commands that he uses and they're much more commonly taught in the United States than any other part of the world."
There were a few moments of silence as people processed the babble of technical talk that I had just spewed at them and Penelope smiled proudly from my side. Shepard seemed lost for words, despite his ongoing desire to undermine me and I noticed that several members of the BAU team were now watching me with interest, especially Morgan.
"So, he's making new contacts. That gives us new opportunities to infiltrate his network." He clarified, making it clear that he trusted my experience on this matter and I nodded at him confidently, noticing Penelope smiling at him with extra appreciation as she took over the technical talk.
"Because this new hacker is aggressive, we may be able to draw them out. Alice and I have planned a bait and switch situation. With your permission, Sir, and our combined expertise, we can have your hacker trapped and traced." Penelope presented our plan with a faith in her leader that was unfamiliar to me and I awaited his answer with baited breath.
"Absolutely. Keep me updated." He agreed as he permitted us without a moment of hesitation and I was shocked by how easy it had been to gain his permission.
"Reid. Morgan. Go to the latest crime scene. We need to get an idea of how he operates. Gideon and I will take the rest of the Interpol team to the local PD." Hotchner announced, immediately getting to his feet and setting the room into a buzz of activity.
I was frantic as I gathered my things to follow Penelope and could still hardly believe that we hadn't needed to fight to be able to put our plan into motion. I piled up my laptop and paperwork into my arms, and jogged to catch up to her, glad to be alone again in the hallway as the others split into their assigned teams.
"Nicely done, Ally. You hold up well under fire." Penelope muttered, sneaking a smirk in my direction as she walked and I shook my head in denial, feeling as if I'd barely managed to avoid drowning back there. "You give yourself too little credit. This team gives a serious grilling and not everyone can hack it. You did. Even from your own unit chief. He's a real peach, aye?"
"Oh, you have no idea."
- O - O - O - O - O -
"Hey, double trouble. Anything fallen into your net?"
Morgan's warm voice on the speakerphone filled Penelope's remarkably quiet office, where I sat with my head in my hands. The feeling of waiting was suffocating and I was beginning to worry that even our combined experience wouldn't be enough to catch this mystery attacker. Valeno seemed to be incredibly gifted at seeking out the best of every profession for his organisation.
"Just a huge pile of nothing. I don't fail, Morgan. This is not a feeling that I'm used to and I don't plan to get used to it!" Penelope pouted, seeming personally offended by the lack of response to our bait and I looked up to smile sympathetically at her.
"Get used to it with this guy. He only hires the uncatchable." I offered, revealing the bitterness that had begun to grow inside of me since I started on this case and Penelope huffed in a childish manner at this statement.
After a few more minutes of listening to Penelope talk to Morgan whilst I reviewed the logs of our previous contacts with our target, a bolt of inspiration struck me. I turned in my seat to face Penelope with wide eyes and she shushed Morgan as she honed in on my changed demeanour.
"Just before I spoke to you on the phone, I told Shepard that I thought we had an inside agent. It's the only way that it made sense for Valeno to be avoiding everything." I began, causing her to tense up in alarm, but she waited for me to finish.
"What if they're helping him to find staff? Every agency in the world has watch lists for people like you and I. If Valeno is working with someone inside Interpol, they would be able to recommend someone with the right skills and keep the hacker from coming up on our radar as a threat." I thought aloud, setting Penelope into a typing spree as she pulled up countless agency lists for a search.
"They'd be right under our noses!" She exclaimed, setting up the parameters for a new scan of the lists immediately and I stared intensely at my logs to piece together details about the hackers style that we could use to identify them. "Okay, we know that they're probably American. I'll start with local names." She explained for Morgan's sake and it was clear that he was already fully invested in our guidance as he dove into adding information to our search.
"Valeno wouldn't recruit somebody nearby. If he's outsourcing, he likely hasn't told them anything about what they're doing. He'd want them distanced from the organisation. The less that they know, the less risk in using them. They won't be near enough to see the missing girls on local news and he's banking on them not watching anything further." Morgan specified over the phone and I nodded along in agreement, as Penelope struggled to keep up with us.
"Then I'm looking at every other state? That's a lot of names! We need to get more specific." Penelope argued as her computer struggled to even load the mass of names that her search presented and I leapt into reeling off information that she could utilise.
"We know from their techniques that they are aggressive, impatient, likely seeking a challenge. The commands they use would indicate that they are self taught rather than formally educated, so rule out anyone with a relevant qualification. They don't have a strong signature yet either, meaning that despite being talented, they are inexperienced so they wouldn't have been on the watch list for long." I rambled, moving to pace the room and Penelope keenly adjusted her criteria as I spoke.
Over the speaker, I heard Reid seeming as if he were particularly surprised by the level of information that I was providing, before he provided a theory of his own.
"Aggressive and inexperienced? Statistically, it's more common for these traits to appear in a young hacker. Someone who hasn't matured enough to appreciate defensive methods." Reid's voice chimed from the phone and I stopped dead in my tracks.
"Very young. Their methods are disorganised, frantic. Penelope and I haven't been able to predict them as they're too chaotic. We thought it was a tactical choice, but from my experience in these kinds of circles, it's highly likely to be a high schooler, probably a male with a superiority complex." I theorised, feeling a crushing clarity and Penelope stopped her activity so that she could turn to face me with horror.
"Wait a second. You mean like the Rapture crew from our old forum?" She breathed, seeming disgusted that someone as young as the other hackers that we once worked alongside could be involved in something this dark.
I practically fell into my seat as I flashed through screens in search of a specific log and an old memory of a particularly young male hacker in the Rapture group came to mind.
"Oh my god." I muttered as I replayed the clip several times. "Penelope, look at this. This manoeuvre right here. I've only seen it used a few times. It's an old method, definitely not taught officially by anyone. The only few people that I've ever seen use it have all had one thing in common-"
"They studied the Boston Phantom obsessively." Penelope gasped, thinning her results down and having to fight through more red tape than I'd ever seen to unlock the records.
"There definitely was a result here within the original content, but they were removed from the watch list six months ago and all our records of them were wiped clean." She explained for our team members that were on the phone and I covered my mouth in shock.
This small accusation confirmed the suspicion that I had held for some time now; someone in our team was feeding Valeno information. The call went silent for a moment as I imagined that Morgan and Reid were sharing the same realisation and Reid cleared his throat to question us, seeming somewhat less confident about technical matters.
"Is that a normal occurrence, Garcia? I thought once you were on a watch list, that was it. There was no way of returning to anonymity." Reid queried, whilst Penelope busied herself with attempting to recover the files.
"That's true. Unless you're recruited as an agent." She clarified, causing a chill to run down the length of my spine at this idea. "But nothing can be removed from my glorious all seeing skills. His name is James Miller. He's fifteen years old and lives in Boston, Massachusetts."
"Babygirl, you never fail to amaze me. You two are the dream team." Morgan announced, causing Penelope to smirk in satisfaction. "Send over his details. Reid and I will pick him up now."
"Your wish is my command." Penelope crooned, before the line abruptly cut off and she turned to fix me with an expression that sparkled with curiosity.
"Okay. What was that?" She asked, causing me to furrow my brows in confusion and I shrugged obliviously. "You just profiled! Alice, what are Interpol doing using you as an analyst? You should be in the field." She exclaimed, examining me with a new sense of wonder and I shuffled awkwardly on the spot.
"And I'm sure that if I'd been recruited by any method other than arrest, I probably would be." I commented, fiddling with my hands and she seemed to struggle to understand the correlation between these two things. "Shepard and the others barely tolerate me as it is. They feel like they've been dumped with a criminal, rather than an asset."
"You're kidding! All of the best hackers come from a risky background, don't they know that?" She argued, thoroughly frustrated by this attitude and I chuckled under my breath. "You can't teach what we know how to do in any classroom. They need to get over themselves and realise how lucky they are to have you!"
- O - O - O - O - O -
Penelope updated the BAU team and Shepard on our activities via video call, allowing me to avoid discussing my part in the situation in front of my already scowling unit chief. I was painfully aware of his disapproval for my opinion on anything that he deemed as outside of my role, but Penelope decided that it was important for me to be credited with the arrest of the hacker and ensured that she emphasised my work.
I fidgeted in my seat, feeling bashful as she recounted the conversation and I was thankful for the webcam which dulled the power of Shepard's glare. It seemed that the rest of the Interpol team weren't present for the briefing and I was glad that I didn't have to bear their scrutiny too.
"Good work. Both of you. Gideon is interviewing him shortly, so we'll let you know what we can persuade him to reveal. In the meantime, we've seized all of his equipment and will be sending it over for you to analyse, Garcia. We need as much from it as possible." Agent Hotchner announced, making me squirm from the praise and Penelope responded with yes sir immediately.
"Alice, pack your things. Once the agent has delivered the equipment, they'll be bringing you to the PD to assist us here." He added resolutely and I felt my back straighten at his order. I opened my mouth to question it, but before I could get a single word out Shepard interrupted.
"Absolutely not." He argued, turning on my newfound advocate with evident fury in his posture, but the BAU chief remained completely unmoved.
"Alice assisted in both profiling and identifying the young man who we just arrested. This is the first viable lead that we've discovered. Her insight would be most useful alongside my team." Hotchner suggested, almost causing my mouth to drop open in shock at his appreciation of me and I could feel Penelope fighting not to smile beside me. "With all due respect, she has a familiarity with this case which is not being utilised by keeping her remote from the investigation; not to mention the behavioural skills that she demonstrated today which are disregarded in her current role."
"With all due respect, Agent Hawthorne is an Interpol agent and I will dictate her activities. She is a technical analyst, not a field agent and does not have the relevant training to be based anywhere other than the office. Do I need to remind you that this is an Interpol investigation that your team is assisting on?" Shepard growled, stepping closer into his space and though I could tell that the BAU leader was angered by his disrespect, he retained his composure.
"Hawthorne. Assist with analysing the equipment." He spat, looking toward the screen with an obvious disdain and I struggled to keep my voice even as my heart sunk.
"Yes, Sir."