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"They sicken of the calm who know the storm"

- Dorothy Parker

Monica drove past her parents' house, the last one on her list. So far, things looked fine at their house, her siblings' places and Dr. Reid's apartment. She didn't check on Diana, not wanting her tail (if Beatrice had set one on her) to confirm there was someone in there worth hurting. She would just have to trust Cummings and his word. He used to be Beatrice's handler. He wanted her caught more than anyone else did. Brits were sentimental about their sense of responsibility like that.

When she arrived at her place, Stephanie had left her a message asking about Bubbly's medication. Monica decided she would call her back later. She collapsed on her sofa chair, thinking about her loss.
'Spencer...'
He hated her. She had done foolish things to make sure Beatrice didn't get to him, but the psycho had won. She had taken him away from her without firing a single bullet. Beatrice always won, didn't she?
It didn't sit right with Monica for long to blame Beatrice. It was her own doing. She had driven him away. When nothing in the world could have come between them, her lies had.
Though he despised her, she stubbornly held onto their happier memories. The dates, the meetings in the library, the things they loved together, the things they didn't agree upon.
"It's a social commentary! It's a social commen..."
"It's a romance, Dr. Reid! Captain Wentworth wrote her a bloody love letter!"
"That letter is bland at best. What?"
"You take that back"
"No. I won't"
"Take it back!"
"Frederick's letter to Anne is one of the worst..."
She had silenced him with a surprise kiss. And in his defeat, he had smiled against her lips.

Her door opened.
Monica looked at it warily, not caring if someone walked in and shot her.
It was Dr. Reid. He locked the door and came in the drawing room to stand before her. There was at least four feet of distance between them. He stood watching her like they were strangers, an FBI agent just checking on a victim.
She looked away. He hadn't seemed so hostile even the first time they had met. It pained her to realise this was the same man whom she had planned to share her life with. The same man who had wished her a happy birthday with thirty-one kisses.
"The BAU is working with the SIS to find Beatrice. We already have a profile, thanks to Cummings, and a list of possible locations"
She gave half a nod.
"Any developments while I was gone?"
"No"
"You used your car"
"I checked on my family, their places I mean. Audrey's husband and kids are staying at his mother's. Elaine is at work. Max's wife is with him in England. George has been in Africa since March. My parents' place is locked and secure"
"They are going to come back sooner or later"
"It will be over before they do"
"How do you know that?"
"Just a feeling"
Spencer turned on his feet to go, but looked back at her.
"Thanks", he said, "For thinking of my Mom"
"I brought this on you. It's the least I could do"
He didn't say a word, just left. Monica remained alone in the house, fighting back fresh tears.

Two days of working the case, Spencer marked off the last known location for Beatrice. They had exhausted the list. Cummings and his subordinates sat looking as disappointed as the BAU were.
"Guys?"
Garcia came in with her laptop. She turned on the large screen, rambling all the while.
"I just got some footage sent to me from an unknown address. I'm trying to trace it but the footage is her. Beatrice. And it is live"
The team watched Beatrice waiting in a car in a parking structure. She occasionally took out a hand mirror from her purse to check on her appearance.
JJ said,
"This has to be a trap"
"It's our best shot. We are going in", Cummings said.
Emily said,
"I'll come with. Alvez, Roane - you're with me. The rest of you, stay here. Garcia, call me when you track the sender"
"Yes, ma'm"
Spencer watched the spies and part of his team leave the BAU offices, guns locked and loaded.

He was looking into Beatrice's known history. Cummings had been shrewd enough to not lay out any details of her operations from when she had worked for them. There was no use knowing though. It wouldn't add to the profile. A Type 1 psychopath couldn't be talked down or reasoned with. They could only be hunted and captured.
His phone rang. Unknown number. Spencer answered it.
"Hiya! Is this Dr. Spencer Reid?"
It sounded like a teenage girl speaking.
"Yes?"
"Well hello, honey! We haven't met yet but I suppose now's as good a time as any"
He rushed to Garcia's office, signalling to her with his hand to trace the call. Penelope did her best not to panic and started clicking some keys on her system.
"Who is this?", Spencer asked.
"Why, it's Beatrice. Tom has told you plenty about me, hasn't he? And I bet Susanna has too", she giggled, "Oops. I meant Monica"
He could hear his heart pound in his ears. Beatrice went on in a sing-song voice.
"She has been a really bad girlfriend, hasn't she, honey? I'll put some sense in her, don't you worry. She's with me right now. We are having a girls' day"
Spencer couldn't find his voice. He had seen what the woman was capable of. And the thought of her being anywhere near Monica...
"If you hurt her..."
"I have already started, honey! I would let you talk to her but she just passed out. Too much blood loss will do that"
Fear gripped his heart at the mental imagery.
"Your analyst, that chubby tubby, will tell you where I am. Come and get your girl, honey!"
She hung up. Garcia told him the address. Spencer managed to speak.
"She... she has Monica"
"Oh god"

Unaware of Beatrice's lies, Monica was waiting. She was used to waiting. Patience was one of her spy virtues. But this felt like she was waiting for death, for something horrible to happen. As if on cue, her phone rang.
"Hello, honey, it's me!"
Monica fought the fear pooling in her stomach and allowed reason to take control.
"Beatrice, you don't have to hurt..."
"Oh, I will do more than that, honey. I have your dear..."
She cut her off mid-sentence.
"Let's finish this - you and I"
Beatrice gave a high-pitched laugh.
"Honey, do you really think you can take me?"
"Why else would you be afraid of me?"
"Don't flatter yourself, honey. We both know..."
"Then face me instead of playing games like a coward. If you were half as good as they think you are I would be dead right now. But I guess it's too much to expect an idiot like you to get rid of a former Security Service agent"
Beatrice maintained a smile in her voice.
"I know you're trying to rile me up, Susanna. But I won't fall for it"
"Too worried I will pull that wig off your head and show your stupid face to the world?"
Beatrice laughed, a rumbling laugh followed by words spoken carefully.
"It's not a wig"
"Hair extensions then. At your age, I doubt you..."
"Don't tempt me, Susanna"
"Yeah? What the fuck will you do? Send me another ear? That's all you're good for, firing from the bushes. We all know who really killed Dr. Gladly and your team in Tehran"
"I did"
"No, you didn't. You just took the credit for some man's work"
"I did NOT let somebody else do my job for me! You hear me?", she said.
"What I hear is a prissy little girl who keeps expecting everyone to take her seriously. I bet you used to beg Cummings to let you take credit for his work"
"Oh...", Beatrice laughed, "Oh I'm going to gouge your pretty eyes out. I..."
"When? I'll probably be dead by the time you get the courage to come at me"
"I am going to feed you your cute Dr. Spencer's brain and I'll..."
Monica forged on.
"Yeah, right. I am gonna hang up now"
"You stop it! Listen to me..."
"Come on, Beatrice. We both know you haven't got what it takes. I put you in once before and I'm going to do it again. That's why you're scared. You probably wet your bed at night thinking about me"
Beatrice's tone was menacing, ominous.
"Do you want to try me?"
"Hell yeah, I want to try you, you ugly old hag"
She screamed at the top of her lungs.
"I AM GOING TO SHOVE A PIPE DOWN YOUR THROAT TILL IT'S POKING OUT OF YOUR GUTS! I AM GOING TO RIP YOUR HEART RIGHT OUT OF YOUR CHEST! I WILL SHOW YOU JUST WHAT I CAN DO! YOU WAIT RIGHT THERE FOR ME, YOU BITCH, YOU WAIT!"
Monica hung up. Her hand shook so bad the phone fell from it to the floor. She put her face between her hands and pulled her hair back.
Beatrice was coming. Monica was as good as dead.

Spencer was gearing up when JJ received the call. She put it on speaker.
"The place was rigged to blow", Emily panted, "We lost Roane... and two of Cummings' agents"
"Is she..."
"Yes"
JJ took a moment to speak again, trying not to think of Heather. Time was running out.
"Reid got a call from someone claiming to be Beatrice. She said she has Monica. We are heading there right now"
"It's going to be another trap"
"We know"
"Be careful", Emily said and hung up.
Spencer turned the safety off on his weapon and led the way out.

It was the wind. Just the wind.
All senses on high alert, armed with her only weapon, Monica sat in her drawing room and waited. She had blocked all possible entrances to her house, except for the front door. Beatrice could be there any second.
In what she knew to be her own last moments, Monica tried to think of her fondest memories. Picking cherries with her grandmother, her father letting her ride in his fire truck, her grandfather teaching her to speak Welsh, falling asleep in her mother's arms, playing with her siblings, seeing Maya on that Christmas morning, laughing with Nicole, painting her house, finally having all her books in one place, meeting Spencer, seeing him, him everywhere, he was everything.
The front door.
Monica stayed in her chair. She levelled her gun and waited.
The door opened and Spencer came in. Mouth hanging open in surprise, Monica lowered her gun.

This was bad. She had to get him out of there. Beatrice might be on her way. Spencer took a step towards her.
"I got a call from Beatrice. I thought she killed..."
Try as he would, he couldn't finish the sentence. Monica stood dumbfounded. She had never seen him look so scared before.
"JJ and I went where she said you were but... wait. I forgot to lock the door"
When he was no longer before her, Monica found her voice. She tried to go after him.
"You need to get out of here. Beatrice..."
All of a sudden, she was struck on her head from behind. The vibrations seemed to penetrate through her skull. Monica's ears rang and her vision grew faint as she fell headfirst to the floor. A blurry shape moved in slow motion before her. Then gunshots.
Bang bang.