EXT. EMILY'S STREET - NIGHT - SCENE 1.1
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Camera shot establishing this is Emily's street, at night. Emily's car pulls up to the curb and she parks it, getting out. The camera shifts to focus on a familiar gold sedan- Ian Doyle's car.
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INT./EXT. IAN'S CAR -NIGHT - SCENE 1.2
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Ian and Liam sat in that same gold sedan as they had previously, parked on the street side opposite Emily's apartment complex. Ian gripped the 35mm camera tightly as he snapped shots of the street ahead.
Liam: What's the purpose of this? Do you really need photos of her? We know everything already.
Ian: These aren't for me.
Liam: Who then?
Ian: I want her old boss to know just how unprotected he's left her.
Liam: You want me to get those to Easter, then?
Ian nodded, then snorted.
Ian, chuckling: Maybe I'll keep this one for myself.
He peered down to the camera's screen, admiring the image he'd just taken. It was of Emily, bending down to pick up her keys which had fallen from her fingers after exiting her car, parked on the street outside of her apartment. Ian, though, was so focused on his target that he didn't notice he wasn't the only one surveilling her.
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EXT. SHOT OF A BLACK SEDAN, LIGHTS OFF, ON THE OPPOSITE CORNER OF THE STREET - SCENE 1.3
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Camera focuses on a black sedan, with government plates. The camera zooms in, revealing David Rossi and Aaron Hotchner.
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INT. / EXT. ROSSI AND HOTCH'S CAR - SCENE 1.4
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Across the street, in another unmarked, unfamiliar sedan sat David Rossi and Aaron Hotchner, also armed with their own camera. Unfortunately for Doyle, this pair did notice him.
Hotch: I really tried with Strauss, you know. In the end it was over her head too. JJ's transfer to the state department was just pushed through.
Rossi: She's already working for them?
Hotch nodded. Rossi sighed, but then something caught his eye.
Rossi: Hotch… we've got company.
Hotch: What?
Hotch took his eyes off of Emily (his gaze, however was nowhere near the leering, pervy stare of Ian Doyle, instead it was rather clinical, analyzing her behavior the way only a profiler's trained eye could). Rossi held the camera, and Hotch's eyes skimmed the chicken scratch notes he'd begun to gather since they started looking into Emily. All of it pointed to one thing - Emily had been a spy.
Rossi: Look. Gold sedan. Two men. Camera.
Hotch peered at the offending car.
Hotch: Are… Are they watching her too?
Rossi looked back at Hotch.
Rossi: What the hell?
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