"Listen to me," Emily said giddy with excitement, "I was going through CCTV footage, and I found out that Mark Berns' last movement was getting in a train going from Moscow. The other American case we connected to this, Sasha Gregory, had also booked a ticket on that train last year, right before she went missing." "So this train is our UnSub's hunting ground." Matt said.
A junior officer came in. "Petrov-Sir has asked to meet with you." Nikolai went out to meet with his seniors. "Yes sir?" Nikolai asked his boss. "You think your suspects are Albert Ivanov and Mikhail Popov?" his stern faced boss asked him. "If we confront them or take them in custody, the media will come to know about it. We cannot let the media know about this AT ALL COSTS! Do you understand?" "Yes. What do you suggest we do?"Nikolai asked meekly. "I don't know. Do what you must. I want this Immigrantovich killer caught too." Nikolai exited his senior's cabin and told the Americans what his senior had told.
"Well, we can still talk to them without taking them in custody, right?" JJ said. "I guess..." Nikolai said. "Then we're going." Jack said, grabbing his badge and gun from the table, the others except Reid and Kayla following suit. "STOP!" Nikolai exclaimed. "You cannot go like this! You have to go peacefully, only to talk. And everybody shouldn't go, that will be like -like- blatantly telling them that they are the killers!" Everyone put their creds back. "I'm going. I speak Russian." Emily said. "Me too." Clara said. "Matt and Morgan, go with each of them. Two of ours should be more than enough for them." Jack commanded.
Albert Ivanov's workplace was in a chemical plant where Emily, Matt, and Inspector Petrov were heading. They met a security guard outside the plant where Nikolai asked him a question in Russian. "Где мы можем найти Альберта Иванова?"
Translation: Where can we find Albert Ivanov?
The guards spoke back in Russian and pointed to the second floor of the building. One wouldn't need to know Russian to know that the guard meant the second floor. "Albert Ivanov?" Nikolai knocked on the door. "Come in!" came a distant reply.
Albert Ivanov was sitting on a plush reclining office chair behind a desk in a glamorously decorated office and seemed easy going against the pressure Prentiss put against him.
Prentiss: We would like to search your office, Mr. Ivanov.
Albert Ivanov with an easy going smile: Do you have a search warrant, Miss- err
Prentiss: Name's Prentiss. And why would you care about a warrant? Do you have something to hide?
Albert Ivanov laughing uncontrollably: Of course not! That would be scandalous! It is just that… as police, you should be the ones upholding the law. Now suddenly serious and with a cold voice. Now do you have a search warrant, Miss Prentiss and her bodyguard?!
Prentiss pulled out a piece of paper from her pocket with a smirk and gave it to Ivanov. Ivanov made the open arms gesture and invited Prentiss and Matt to search his office. Nothing. Emily and team went out empty handed.
Clara and Morgan weren't too lucky either. Mikhail owned a private clinic. Morgan's phone rang when they were going to enter. "I'll be right back. It's Prentiss." Clara entered alone. Mikhail was a tall, handsome man with dark hair and muscular arms. "Hello. How may I entertain you?" he asked with a seductive smile. Clara decided to play along. "I'm Agent Seger from the FBI. I'm here to investigate the murder of an American." with the same provocative tone of voice. "How can I assist you? Mikhail asked her, raising his arms. "Well, some people think you committed the murder," Clara paused and looked for any expressions that reveal anything, "I'm here to clear your name." she said with a smile and started walking towards him with swishing hips. "Well, Agent Seger, I'm afraid you don't need to," with the same tone of voice, "I'm innocent." Mikhail got up, walked towards her and asked, "Need my assistance with anything else?" Clara was about to blow up with all the fake smiles, but managed to say, "Not now. But I will probably need it sometime later, so expect a call… or something." deciding not to completely blow off a lead.
Clara was fuming and thinking I have never been so out of character. Also, Mikhail stinks of guilt. It's him. When Prentiss came in, they both said together, "It's Ivanov," and "It's Mikhail"