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"Clyde."

"Bloody hell, Emily. I'm halfway over the Atlantic and everyone on this plane knows who you are."

"I need your help."

"I'm on my way to DC, I should be landing in a few hours. Can you stay out of trouble until then?"

Emily looked around the dark and abandoned house, "I think so."

"Why didn't you stay in custody? I could have gotten it sorted out. This, on the other hand, is going to take some more work."

"They think I killed DeMarco."

"Okay, let me point out the obvious here; you did. But you were under Interpol orders."

"They have physical evidence. Fingerprints."

"Did you–"

"Dammit, Clyde," Emily interrupted him, "I'm not an ametuer. Someone planted that evidence. They also think I'm the one who stole the Interpol information. And that I killed DeMarco because he was on to me. My own team took me into custody."

"I never liked Agent Hotchner," Easter said, "but I never took him for a fool. Just hold on and stay out of sight until I land."

"I do have something that might help me," Emily said.

"What is it?"

"I have DeMarco's laptop. I'm going to get it to my contact tomorrow, but there has to be something on there that proves I'm not a traitor."

Clyde sighed, "for the love of god just wait until I'm there."

"Fine," Emily conceded. She hung up the phone and stood there with her eyes closed for a moment. And then with a deep breath she set the phone down on the kitchen counter and walked into the living room.

She leaned against the wall and then she began to wait.

XXX

"I have already told you that I don't know where Emily is," JJ said, exasperated. She was sitting in the same interrogation room that Emily had been in the day before. She stared ahead at Agent Warren.

"And where were you between midnight and one?"

JJ thought for a moment, "I was at McAllen's Pub with Derek Morgan. Ask the bartender and check the video cameras. I also believe two of your agents were tailing us. Now," JJ composed herself, "I have an alibi, so unless you are planning to arrest me, I'm leaving now." She stood and zipped her jacket.

"Don't think I won't check your alibi."

JJ let the door slam behind her. She walked down the hall and passed the bullpen, it was now nearing three in the morning. The light was off in Hotch's office and all of the desks were empty. She was exhausted and she was mad. And as she walked out of the building she remembered that her car was still in the shop.

Her legs seemed to crumble beneath her and she leaned back against the outer wall of the building. She brought her legs to her chest and rested her forehead on her knees. The wind picked up and she shivered.

Emily was out there, somewhere.

JJ sighed, forcing herself to take her phone out and call for a ride. And when Derek didn't answer she tried Tara, hoping to god that she was home.

Fifteen minutes later Tara pulled up to the curb in front of JJ.

She asked JJ how she was doing, how she was holding up, if there was anything she needed.

But she didn't press her about Emily; and for that, JJ was thankful.

XXX

Emily gripped the glock in her hand.

Her phone was sitting on the kitchen counter, it was on, and it would be easy to track. She was counting on that.

Because this needed to end, and it needed to end tonight.

She stood, alert and waiting. She didn't move until she could hear light footsteps out on the porch. And when the doorknob turned, she raised her gun.

Emily held her gun against his temple when he took his first step in. He didn't look at her, didn't say anything, he just laughed.

He laughed and laughed until he was almost doubled over.

Emily grabbed him by the collar, kicking the door shut with her foot. She pushed him against the wall, gun held tightly against his head.

"Talk," she hissed.

"I always liked the game of chess," Easter said, facing ahead, "being in control of all the pieces. Manipulating them. And you, Emily," he turned to face her so that the gun was pressed against his forehead, "are just so predictable."

Emily kept the gun level.

"Kill a few of your agents and you run off to DC. Threaten your team and bring up Doyle, and then you do whatever I tell you."

"You killed those Interpol agents," Emily hissed, "why?"

Easter raised a brow, "why does anyone do it? Money? Power? Take your pick. I'm honestly not interested in your profile, but whatever will make you happy."

"You had the list this whole time. You were the one bidding it off and when DeMarco got too close you ordered me to kill him?"

"Why do you think he fled to the states? He was convinced someone was coming after him. Guess he was right," Easter smirked.

A near growl escaped from the back of Emily's throat and Easter just laughed.

"How did you know it was me, anyway? I'm curious."

"You just walked into this house."

"So you did catch on, albeit a little late. The phone call was a setup I take it?"

"Just like my fingerprints."

"Ah, those. A little obvious, but the American police aren't very bright, I had to leave them something not even they could miss."

"And you planted the list on DeMarco's laptop," Emily continued, "mine too."

"No need for semantics, Prentiss."

"Put your hands up, Easter," Emily said, "I'm arresting you."

"With what authority?" He laughed.

"Hands up," she demanded.

"Fine, fine, no need to get nasty." He took a step away from her and raised his hands above his head. "Do you think this will bring your agents back, Prentiss? Do you think arresting me will really do anything? Do you think it will take away your guilt?"

Easter jerked his hands forward and knocked the gun from Emily's hands. They both lunged forward for it, but Easter managed to grab onto it first. The smirk returned as he stood, "on your knees, Prentiss."

She glared back.

"If you cooperate I won't kill anyone else on the BAU, how's that?"

Emily bit back a thousand curses and got onto her knees. She looked at him, her eyes dark.

"I'd try to bribe you, but you're just too damn moral," he shook his head. "So how does this sound instead, 'I came to the states to work with the FBI when you came and attacked me'?"

"There's something you might want to know before you kill me."

"And what's that."

"Just because you point a gun at someone doesn't mean they're dead. You should know that better than anyone else," the corners of her mouth began to curve up.

Easter's face morphed from confusion to anger. He pulled back the gun and slammed it into Emily's face. She fell to the ground, blood trickling from her forehead. She pushed herself up so that she faced Easter again.

"You think I'm so predictable," she laughed, "you think you know me so well, Clyde."

The front door was knocked down with a crash and shouting filled the room.

"How predictable am I now?" Emily hissed.

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