Poison
Prologue
Inspired by the song 'Toxic' by Britney Spears, but particularly the cover done by Alex & Sierra.
"Poison is in everything, and no thing is without poison. The dosage makes it either a poison or a remedy." - Paracelsus
Intoxicating.
Invigorating.
Exhilarating.
No grasp on reality.
Emily Prentiss is dead.
Or about to be.
Lauren Reynolds, formerly Emily Prentiss, stared at the piece of paper in her hand. A glass of red wine sat comfortably on a coffee table. It was already her 3rd drink of the night.
This was it.
The last bit of Emily was in her hands.
She looked over the stationary once again. The brunette held the paper up to the lamp. Her satin white gloves catching the light.
No prints.
No address.
No trace.
"We regret to inform you that a body was found." It read. She made sure to add a government seal as well before sealing the crisp white envelope.
"My real name is Emily Prentiss." Lauren admitted. Ian Doyle stared at her in disbelief. "I'm an undercover agent. I was assigned by Interpol to profile and inevitably catch you." She added. Being undercover, she didn't have much proof. There was no paper trail or photos for her to show him, but he has been having his suspicions. It would be a matter of time before he caught her.
Her partner stared at her face. You can see the anger, pain, and betrayal on his face. He may be a terrorist, but that's not how Emily had learned to know him. This expression was new. She was yet to see just how angry this man could be.
"You do know I have to kill you now." Doyle spoke calmly. Lauren nodded.
"I wanted you to know that because that's not who I am anymore." Her cheeks now running with tears. "I don't want to lie to you anymore."
Ian got up from his chair and made his way closer to her. Their bodies now so close that even a piece of paper could not fit in between them. He gently wiped her tears and made his way to the back of her neck. He grabbed a fistful of her curly brown hair and yanked it down. Her eyes now forced to meet his.
"If this is some sort of trick." His fists were clenched. He was inches away from hitting her.
"It's not." Lauren quickly replied. "I wouldn't be warning you if it was a trick." She added.
"What made you change your mind?" The arms dealer asked.
It was a fair question. She had been undercover for 2 years, but there is no easy way to answer that question.
A body crept up behind her and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Is that good enough?"
"Perfect." Lauren smiled.
Doyle made his way to join his now fiancée on the couch. She leaned in to kiss him. He reciprocated her affection. The man comfortably positioned himself to the corner of the couch. Lauren had perfectly fit into his arms.
"But why would we address the letter to my parents?" Lauren asked.
It was early in the morning the next day. The two were having breakfast by the garden of their Tuscan villa. It was part of their routine. She would have freshly baked bread with strawberry jam along with a warm cup of coffee. He on the other hand preferred tea with his breakfast.
He was reading the paper today; much like he did every morning. The woman knew that he had heard her question. He just chose to ignore it. She had broken his trust, but nonetheless was grateful that he believed her.
"My family doesn't even know I work in Interpol." She added. Hoping to catch his attention.
"If we send it to Interpol, they'll know where to find you." He explained. Doyle still refused to look at her.
"My father will go to the FBI." Lauren explained.
"Good." Ian folded the newspaper neatly before setting it down.
The brunette placed the envelope on the table and continued cuddling with the man she was once tasked to capture.
Ian Doyle is meticulous. He doesn't play games. He plans everything down to the last detail.
That last detail being Emily.
With a taste of your lips, I'm on a ride
You're toxic, I'm slippin' under
With a taste of a poison paradise
"Excuse me Agent, I need to speak to Agent Hotchner and one of his superiors." A brunette woman entered the Behavioral Analysis Unit. A man trailing behind her.
The couple was in their late-40s. Both had dark brown hair. The woman's was long and curly yet neatly framing her face. Whilst the man had a clean cut. They were both well dressed. Their suits were expensive and well maintained.
"His desk is right there." The young man pointed to the station just below the steps. "He should be back shortly."
"Thank you." The older man spoke.
"Ambassador Prentiss," Aaron said in disbelief. It has been years since he's last seen the ambassador and her husband.
"Hello Agent Hotchner," Elizabeth looked towards the office on the right. She glanced at the name of the door: David Rossi.
Hotch quickly made his way towards the couple. Making sure to shake the ambassador's hand first. "Master Sergeant Prentiss," the agent acknowledged the man. "What brings you here today?" The young man smiled. Something that he doesn't often do, but he knew the Ambassador and the Sergeant from one of his early postings.
"Is there a place where we can talk?" The Sergeant asked.
"Of course." Hotch looked towards his superiors and waited for a nod. "Right this way."
He led the couple towards Rossi's office. Rossi and Jason Gideon followed. Aaron offered for them to sit. The ambassador did, but the sergeant opted to stand by the corner. Rossi took his place on the desk across from the woman.
"Ambassador, Master Sergeant, these are Supervisory Special Agents Rossi and Gideon." Hotch introduced them.
"How can we help you?" Dave asked. The couple looked at each other. It was as if they were asking the other to be the one to speak.
"We have reason to believe that our daughter has gone missing." Elizabeth spoke. Aaron's eyes widen. It was rare to see the man react, but he was close to the youngest Prentiss once.
"How long has she been missing?" Hotch asked. Neither of the Prentiss' spoke.
"It would be helpful if you can tell us everything prior to the abduction." Gideon pushed.
Sergeant Major Arthur Prentiss was not much of a talker from what Aaron remembered. Being of rank in the Air Force made him a quiet and reserved man. The only one to make him smile and laugh was his daughter.
"We haven't seen her in two years." The father admitted.
"Then what makes you think that she was taken?" Rossi quickly asked. Elizabeth reached in her purse for a piece of paper. She quickly handed it off to the man that asked the question.
"It says that she was in a car accident." Dave stated. Gideon reached for the paper.
"It's not like her." Arthur explained. "I taught her how to drive." The usually composed man's voice cracked.
Aaron looked over at the paper. "No mention of a body?" The young man asked. His superiors both looked at one another.
"It just says that her body was found on the outskirts of Austria." Elizabeth explained.
"What is she doing in Austria?" Hotch asked. "Last I talked to her she was working in London."
"I'm sorry to interrupt, but this doesn't seem like a case." Rossi interjected. He made sure to keep his tone calm and slow as to not upset the couple.
"You have to understand Agent, our daughter has been in London this whole time. She sends postcards and letters. Why would she even be in Austria?" The father was now getting agitated.
"She could be on a vacation with friends or a boyfriend." Gideon explained. Hotch immediately straightened up.
"That's impossible." The ambassador replied quickly.
"How so?" Rossi asked.
"Because Emily is my fiancée." Hotch replied.
I think I'm ready now
Intoxicate me now, with your lovin' now
I think I'm ready now
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