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Identity: Season 3 Episode 7

"An earthly kingdom cannot exist without inequality of persons, some must be free, some serves, some rulers, some subjects." – Martin Luther

Harley wondered where her Puddin' was, what he was doing, who he was yelling at, who he'd threatened, if he'd been eating. You know… girlfriend stuff. She sat staring at Agent Hotchner as he contemplated her placement with the team. She smiled sweetly, faking innocence in a way that would have her Clown Prince of Crime laughing. She knew he'd find her, and in a way, she hoped both that he would and that he wouldn't. The entirety of her person knew the Joker in ways no one else ever would. He was her Puddin'. But for now, being so far from him and away from any hope at seeing him, she'd help the feds. She briefly wondered what The Wall would think of it, since she offered this time.

They had fitted her with a new chip this time. Not a bomb but a tracker. She knew that it was often used by criminals too, she'd heard J discussing it during a business deal about a year ago. It was cutting edge and a Wayne Industries item.

"Miss Quinn…" Hotch's voice broke through her reverie.

"Harley will do Hotchie boy! This 'Miss Quinn' stuff will only get me found out." she said brightly, now wasn't the time to think about her puddin'. She'd have time for that later. For now, she had her plan to enact. You see Harley Quinn was playing the long game. She intended on surviving. She didn't want to end up back in Waller's pet project. Which, lucky for her was kind of hard after her capture, in the middle of the GCPD building she asked for a deal. "Let's meet the team shall we?"

She watched his eyes narrowed. She grinned as he moved from his seat and brought her to the room where they received their briefings. The team was in the room already, JJ and Garcia had rounded them up for a new case.

"Let me get straight to the point. This is Dr. Harley Kaufman. She is a Psychiatrist. She will be joining the team. Now, tell us about the case."

JJ immediately went into her spiel about the man they would eventually come to know as Francis Goehring.

"Great Falls, Montana. Over the past 14 months 3 women have been reported missing. Michelle Lawford, Jennifer Hillbridge, and Darcy Cranwell. All young Caucasian brunettes. After an extensive search, all were presumed dead by local authorities."

"So at least we know he has a type" Prentiss says looking to the others.

"And now there's a fourth woman, Angela Miller. This morning, she and her car went missing from a small grocery store while her husband and son were inside."

"This morning?" Reid asks.

"Montana's requesting our help?" Rossi interjects sounding surprised causing all but Harley to look at him.

"40 minutes later, State Troopers spotted Angela Miller's car on the highway."

"And when Troopers tried to apprehend the driver, he blew himself up with a grenade, putting one of the troopers in the ICU." Hotch adds.

"Are they sure that she wasn't in the car with him?" Reid queries his arms folded.

"They went through the wreckage, and it appears she's still missing."

"Troopers get a look at the guy?" Morgan finally asks.

"Caucasian, stocky, brown hair, moustache. Early forties. He has a scar on the left side of his face."

"Do you think Angela Miller's still alive?" Morgan half whispers, half asks.

"Since the other missings were never found, we don't know, but he only had her for 40 minutes, so we have to assume she is." Hotch answers.

"It is likely that the Trooper will die. You don't get too close to grenades without shrapnel. And if they were trying to apprehend him, he will die." Harley says primly. "If you'll excuse me, I don't have a go bag… I will be sure to meet you at the plane Chief Strauss told me about, in 40-50 minutes. I'll be as quick as possible."

She stood and left the room trying to ignore the voice in her, telling her to make them bleed and run back to her Puddin'. She had to make a good impression, she had to play her cards right. Joker would find her. Maybe not today, nor tomorrow. But he would. And she'd be waiting for him.

True to her word, forty-five minutes later Harley boarded the jet with the explanation, "Sorry, I didn't have a bag to use for a go bag and went to buy one. I am sort of used to being in one city."

What she left out was she had bought more than just the bag. She bought some clothes and other… gear. She looked around to see the team going over the file. She dosed as the plane took off. Her mind cooked up memories of her Puddin'. "J…" she sighed in her sleep.

The plane landed and Harley went with Hotch and Prentiss to the store Angela Miller had disappeared from. A man walked to them as they got out, "The man killed a 15-year police veteran. He died in ICU a few hours ago."

"Sorry to hear that." Prentiss responded immediately.

Harley sighed as Hotch stated, "So Angela came out with the groceries while her husband took Mark into the bathroom."

The cop nodded, "He came out, she was gone, her and the car."

"Unsub gets into the car, gun drawn, and tells her to drive."

"She knows her son is coming out any minute, so to keep him out of harms way, she drives off."

"But where did he come from? All the vehicles in the vicinity have been accounted for."

"Well, if he's a local, he walked."

"Well, these folks can rest easy knowing the bastard's dead. Except, of course, Angela Miller's family." The cop says nodding to an approaching police car.

"Or he had help. And they should be alert." Harley supplied her eyes taking in the unease she caused.

Hotch looked at her surprised, "What makes you say that?"

"Well, he could have had someone drop him off. The help might even be unknowing. But regardless, the man in question is dead."

At the Police Station

JJ complains about being hung up on for the third time and Rossi and Reid both tell her to drop the 'FBI' part of her introduction. She sighs as her phone rings, "Go ahead, Garcia."

"You were right my crime fighters. Military records match. Francis Goehring, 42 years old. Did a year in the Army before a bad conduct discharge, highlight of which was an arrest during a bar brawl in which three other people were hospitalized. He also appears in the Federal Database for … Get this aggressive militia groups."

"Aggressive Militia Groups. Is there any other type?" JJ snidely remarked.

"Uh-huh. That's your federal government at work. We specialize in redundancy."

"You see a last known address?" Rossi asked.

"A compound just outside of town. It's coming your way. Oh, he also has a wife that doesn't appear to live with him. Diane Marie Goehring, lives in Shelby a few hours away."

"Have the State Police bring in the wife. Reid and I will go make friends with his neighbors."

"Thanks Garcia" JJ said hanging up watching Rossi and Reid depart.

Back with Harley

"We need you to tell us what happened." Prentiss's voice soothed.

"The guy that took my wife… He took the other missing women, didn't he?" The husband of Angela Miller seems… shaken. And Harley, she'd normally toy with him. Playing with her food… as the Joker would call it. But she watched him listening, intent on her own survival away from Waller. "He's a serial killer that's why you're here right?"

"No, we're here to help you find your wife." Hotch quickly and kindly replies.

"You do believe she's alive?" the man queries searching for an answer.

"Unless we have evidence to the contrary, we very much consider her to be alive." Harley chirps from her spot near Hotch.

"I wouldn't have called him in if I believed otherwise." The cop, perhaps the Sheriff, supplies.

Harley meanwhile made her way to the kid and an officer that was entertaining him, "Hi there Mark, I am Harley. How ya doin' kiddo?"

The kid looked away a little shy, not surprising since she was a total stranger. At least the cop (Pig to Harley) was familiar.

Later at the Police Station

Part of the team (Harley, Rossi, Reid, and Prentiss) watched Francis Goehring's manifesto. Giving them the possibility the women were still alive. Harley knew they likely weren't. The man didn't strike her as one who would deal well with multiple women. Hell, he probably made the women's lives hell while he had them.

"His wife is here." JJ said interrupting their musings.

Soon enough the whole team occupied the area surrounding Goehring's wife. Harley sits on a nearby desk listening as they ask the women questions about the man who took so much from her. She sighed. She felt a vibration, the phone the Marshall had given her. The text read: He has started looking. Her heart lept in her chest and she smiled slightly and she breathed, "Pud…"

She looked at the small woman as Reid brought her a map.

Later at Goehring's land, Harley stood with the others for a moment before wandering off listening to the chorus of "Angela!" and "Angela Miller!" She walked around a building to see the woman dead.

"Hotch! Rossi! Morgan!" She approached the woman and stared at her as the others approached. She knelt in the dirt and felt for the woman's pulse, which she knew she wouldn't find. "She's gone. Two exit wounds upper torso."

"I promised her son we'd find her alive." The Sheriff said saddened.

"But we have a problem. She's still warm and her blood isn't dry. She even looks fresh." Harley quips without looking at the others. She began examining the woman's body for any clues. Nothing.

"How is that possible?" he questions confused and upset.

"Goehring didn't do this." Rossi supplements.

"He's got a partner." Hotch responds putting on his sunglasses.

Gonna leave it there... Maybe more will happen. Joker would be in another chapter. Perhaps a chapter of his own. Harley Will definitely get one once case numero uno is done... if it gets done.