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The team told the Davenports that they had a lookalike. When they argued, Prentiss was brought out. She, of course, made a few changes to her appearance when talking to them. Making her nose and eyes bigger, darkening her skin slightly, small changes so as to throw off suspicion. They borrowed some of Cheryl's clothes and they were ready to go.
"This is so weird." Prentiss, who currently looked and sounded like Cheryl, muttered.
"Tell us about it." Was Morgans reply. They were speaking over the phone and she was driving to the used car lot.
"Focus," Hotch said, getting them back on track.
"Cheryl's car has GPS, so we'll be able to track Emily. Right?" Garcia asked.
"Switching cars is probably the first thing he'll have her do. He doesn't want her followed." Reid said.
"That would explain why he chose a car lot." JJ said.
"We're getting off topic again," Rossi said.
"Sorry." Everyone on the call accept Hotch and Rossi said. Hotch sighed.
"I'm pulling in," Not-Cheryl informed them.
"Keep the earpiece in." Hotch instructed.
"Will do." She said, moving her hair so that it was better concealed.
"What do you see?" Asked Morgan.
"Nothing but cars and dark creepiness." She shuddered. She stopped the car and the phone rang. She looked down at it for a moment. "Hello?" She said in her best Cheryl impersonation.
"You will step out of the car and shut the door. Bring the money." Came the Unsubs voice. She reluctantly did as bid, standing out in the cold night. Despite the weight of the gun at her hip, she was still uneasy.
"Okay, I did it." She said. Speaking and hearing Cheryl's voice was still strange to her.
"Step further away from the car and wait for me to pull up. I will bring your sister and collect the money." He said and, again, she did as she was told. She now stood out in the open, waiting for this Unsub to get there. She was normally the one chasing them, and she did not appreciate this change in roles. She saw a car pulling up without its headlights. She braced herself for what might happen. She hung up as the door opened, and she realized there was something wrong with this scene. He wasn't wearing a mask, and there was no Patrisha Davenport. She had just processed what was happening when he was tried to grab her.
She dropped the bag as he locked her wrists in a bruising grip. He pulled her against his chest, arms crossed over each other. At this angle, it was nearly impossible for her to move her arms. He began to drag her back towards his car. She was only as strong as the form she took, but she fought him nevertheless. Before he got very far, she dropped all of her weight- which wasn't much, but apparently enough. He stumbled, loosening his hold on her slightly, but it was enough. She broke away, turning quickly. He recovered and made another move for her, but she was ready this time and punched him square in the nose.
"Shit!" He shouted, holding his now bleeding nose. This gave her the chance to pull her gun, which she did.
"Don't move." She growled. He looked at her, eyes wide.
"You're not Cheryl." He said, obviously shocked.
"No shit, Sherlock." She muttered, grabbing both his raised hands and cuffing them. "You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you can not afford an attorney, one will be appointed to you." She had just finished reading him his rights when flashlight beams cut through the darkness.
Everything happened so quickly and before she knew it, he was being taken back to the station for interrogation and she was being checked over by paramedics. By the time the paramedics were done, she was beginning to get uncomfortable. Holding a form for this long was not fun and she grimaced. While it didn't really hurt -yet- it still felt wrong. If she didn't change back soon, she wouldn't be able to keep her current form. She looked up as JJ walked up to her.
"What's this?" She asked as JJ handed her a bundle of clothes.
"Reid told us that it would become extremely uncomfortable if you had to hold this form much longer, so I brought you new clothes. I figured you wouldn't want to be wearing those clothes as… you." JJ told her. Prentiss smiled.
"Thanks, Jayje." She said, and she meant it. After all, she was quite a bit bustier than Cheryl and wearing her shirt as not her would not be fun. She left the back of the ambulance to get changed. JJ watched her go and walked back over to Morgan, who was waiting for the girls to drive them to the station. He figured they would want to watch or participate in the interrogation. A few minutes later Prentiss- as herself again- walked up to the two of them.
"I see you're back." Morgan joked.
"I never left. I just looked… different." She said, rolling her eyes.
"Same difference." He said as they got in the SUV. Prentiss climbed in the back and the other two sat in the front with Morgan behind the wheel.
Prentiss, Morgan, and JJ entered the observation room. Rossi was already there and nodded his greeting. Reid and Hotch entered the interrogation room, where their suspect sat at the metal table. There was still some blood under his nose and Prentiss smirked in satisfaction. He had blond hair and green eyes, which were staring at the two agents that had just entered the room. They had identified him as Vincent Shyer, SWAT had already searched his apartment- they found no sign of Trish. Garcia was already trying to find any other property owned by him, but so far had found nothing.
"Mr. Shyer, I am SSA Hotchner and this is Dr. Spencer Reid. we'd like to ask you a few questions regarding Patricia Davenport." Reid had only been brought in to try and see what he could glean from his emotions and possibly his thoughts, if the opportunity presented itself.
"Doctor?" He asked, and Reid could feel the incredulity dripping from him.
"Yes." Was all Reid said.
"Aren't you a bit young to be a doctor?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.
"We aren't here to talk about me. Where is Patricia Davenport?" Was Reid's response.
"I have no idea what you're talking about." He put on a poker face, and Hotch knew this was going to be a long night.
A/N: I hope you thought the use of Prentiss's powers were cool. As always, I hope you enjoyed and Please R&R!