Note: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF CRIMINAL MINDS! Enjoy :)
"I may be a computer whiz, but that doesn't mean I can do everything in one second!" Garcia said on speakerphone.
"I know that Baby Girl, sorry." Morgan replied.
"Okay. Bill Walker, Schroeder Corporations, Merissa Langston, and Adam Gomez. Okay, he is listed as CEO. Looks like the company had a great year, lots of revenue."
"Can you pull up a list of all the employees there? Alastair says most of them are Sir X's." Rossi suggested.
"Absolutely- oh that's weird."
"What?"
"I can't seem to pull it up. Says I need some password to access it."
"Can't you hack into it?"
"I'm trying that now." After a long pause, she said, "Nope."
"Damn."
"Can you at least dig in about Bill Walker?" Reid asked. At that moment a detective had just walked into the room for some coffee.
"Bill Walker?" He asked curiously.
"Mean anything to you?" Morgan asked.
"He's a friend of mine. Undercover cop, he is. He's been undercover for years, I'll say. Been working at some drug dealing gang. His real name is Brandon McCarthy." The detective replied. "Why?"
"Well that drug dealing gang isn't exactly just drugs." Alastair said, scoffing. "It's a gang of serial killers." At this, the detective flinched.
"Serial killers?!"
"Well, only a select few of them kill." Alastair said cooly, as if this was some reassurance for the poor detective.
"I-" The detective seemed to forget all about the coffee.
"Well there's a lot of Bill Walkers. Can we see a photo of him?" Reid asked.
"Here." The detective pulled out his phone and swiped to a picture.
"Yeah it's him." Reid confirmed.
"Well then I'll say your friend is doing well. He's earned Merissa's favor."
"Merissa? As in, Lady X?" The detective asked.
"Yup, he's in her higher ranks."
"Jesus Christ." The detective looked like he was about to faint.
"Don't worry, detective. We'll make sure he gets home safe." JJ assured him. She gave Alastair a disapproving look. He just shrugged.
"So Brandon's on our side. We need to find a way to get him to give us the list." Morgan said thoughtfully.
"Well I can for sure hack into his computer." Garcia offered. You know, give him a silent video feed. Get him out of there.
"Brandon's been undercover for years though. It's unlikely he'll give up his role easily." Prentiss replied. "Hell, he may even deny he's an undercover cop."
"He knows what Merissa is capable of. He saw that bombing. I'm sure he'll cooperate." Reid countered. "Do it, Garcia."
Bill Walker's office at Schroeder Corp.
Bill- Brandon - was a hardworking man. His fake persona was a former addict who desperately wanted money. He came to Merissa Langston as a desperate young man, but she groomed him (and he let her) into a power hungry narcissist. He made it loud and clear he did not want to kill, and she accepted it. Rather, he'd be more of a positive figure, managing the company. He did show his skill at a knife though. Schroeder came from Alastair Langston's mother's maiden name. Anna Schroeder Langston. It was Merissa's little way of getting at Alastair.
Brandon was doing some work on the computer only to be interrupted by a pop up video of a blonde woman in glasses. She seemed rather eccentric; butterfly pins were in her hair and beads hung around her neck. She was wearing a fuzzy blue cardigan. She held up a sign.
Hello, Bill. Or should I say, Brandon McCarthy.
"Fuck." Brandon said, thinking Merissa had found out about his real identity. The woman held up another sign.
Don't worry. I work for the FBI.
Brandon looked around. Two others were in his office, but they were busy doing paperwork.
My name is Penelope. We need access to all of Schroeder's employees.
Brandon shook his head.
Merissa won't find out.
Brandon shook his head again, and left the room, closing out the video window.
A blonde woman stood in the lobby of Schroeder Corp. She was wearing a black jacket and black jeans. She had lots of piercings, and she smelled like blood. A gun was at her waist in a holster. Merissa Langston.
Her cold blue eyes narrowed as Bill approached her.
"News?" She asked.
"The FBI is still on our tail. Had this stupid tech girl hack into my computer."
"What did she say?"
"Said stuff like we know who you are. Oh, and I'm pretty sure they'll be coming here to arrest all the Sir X's. Just thought you should know."
"Well we'll be waiting for them. Any word on where dear Serena went?"
"No."
"Keep looking."
"Of course."
Brandon returned to his office and opened up the video tab again. Penelope turned and held up a sign.
?
Brandon now held up his own sign.
I'll show you.
He shared his screen with her and led her to a website: .com. He moved his mouse to a searchbar and typed a password. He then reopened the video tab.
Understand? He asked.
She nodded.
The Roberts girl is here. In basement of building. I have to get people out, though. Would look sus. But Merissa may be here. Idk where Ky is.
She nodded again.
Good luck!
Serena's POV
"Where to?" The cab driver asked.
"Somewhere crowded. Nowhere in particular." I answered. The driver smiled.
"Tourist?"
"Somewhat." After a pause, I added, "Not really."
I looked out the window and watched as the skyscrapers started to whiz by. As I leaned on the door, my gun holster showed. The driver noticed.
"Uh, ma'am? Do you have a gun-?"
"Huh? Oh. Don't worry, I'm a federal agent." The driver looked impressed.
"Nice."
After a while, the driver stopped in a big square, overlooking the harbor. "Is this crowded enough?" He asked.
"Yup." I said cheerfully. I paid the fare and got out of the cab. In the middle of the square, just where they stopped, was a huge screen so the pedestrians could view the hottest news. And on that screen, just as I stepped out, was JJ. She was holding a press conference. The title below said "MISSING FBI AGENT SINCE THE BOMBING: SERENA CHEN." And she was holding a picture of me.
Spencer POV
As soon as Garcia got the information about Abigail Roberts' whereabouts, Hotch notified SWAT and we prepared to breach the building. We were all prepared to have a face to face with the infamous Lady X.
I stepped out of the SUV and let Rossi and Morgan lead the way into the building. But before we made it to the entrance, about 20 guys popped out of nowhere. They all had tattoos on their necks. And they all had guns. I barely made it back to the SUV for cover. The bullets pierced the SUV's windows and doors but I was safe. I wasn't as comfortable with a gun as Morgan or Prentiss, so I stayed down. Rossi got hurt pretty bad and was bleeding from his arm. Only one guy within Merissa's ranks knew we were coming.
Brandon McCarthy set us all up for a trap.
Author's note: Hi sorry for not updating. I'm really busy with school and stuff. Sorry this chapter was a bit shorter than the recent ones. Do you think Brandon (Bill) is good or bad? Also I was kinda mad that the Criminal Minds writers didn't continue Hotch's ear problem so I brought it back. Don't worry, he's going to be fine. Maybe :)