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MANY YEARS AGO

Emily's POV

That founding raising party was getting worse every second, I though, while taking a sip on the wine.

- Emily – called my mom – great party, isn't it?

I gave a forced smile, agreeing slightly with my head, a completely automatic gesture.

- Oh! – exclaimed my mother, out of a sudden – Mr. Carmichael!

I looked to where Elizabeth was waving and felt all the air scape from my lungs. The man that smiled and waved to where we were standing was tall and thin – almost like a model. He walked in a confident way, with his back straight and looking around very carefully.

When the man got closest, I notice that he should be very young. His face was extremely angled, his skin practically perfect, just like his long hair, arranged in a very elegant low ponytail. However, even though all of these things were extremely attractive, what really called my attention were the eyes. In my life, I've known very important people, but to that moment I've never had seen so deep, confident and mysterious eyes.

- Emily, I want you to meet Mr. Ryan Carmichael, a wonderful philanthropist whose contributions already helped a lot of people – introduced my mother, with the typical tone of politicians.

I gave my best smile, shaking the man's hand, noticing, while doing it, the strength of the grip.

- It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Carmichael – I said – I'm sure that your contributions were very important.

Ryan smiled.

- The pleasure is all mine, Miss Prentiss –he said – I mean, if we can't help those who need, then what is left for us?

I nodded. Though I doubted of the honesty of his words, the fluid way that he spoke was undeniable.

- So, what is your line of business? – I asked, since Elizabeth had gone to the other extreme of the room and had left me with the gorgeous philanthropist.

Carmichael smiled slightly, when answering:

- I'm on the oil extraction sector for quite a while now.

I drank a little of the wine, before asking:

- And does your company has it's headquarter in the United States?

Ryan denied, also drinking from his cup.

- South America, actually, but big part of my investitures are from here – he told me – that's why I spend so many time in the USA. However, tomorrow I'll be returning to South America and intend to remain there for some time.

I nodded, ready to keep moving the conversation, when a man, also very handsome, but with an austere face, come close to us, putting a hand in Carmichael's shoulder, while asking, in a very sarcastic tone:

- Why do you keep running from me?

Ryan rolled his eyes, but opened a huge smile.

- Nonsense, Vladimir – he said, squeezing the other's man hand – It's just that you looked very occupied with Mr. Senator … - he paused, looking at me – Oh, and this is Miss Emily Prentiss, daughter of Elizabeth.

I smiled, holding the man's hand. He never smiled.

- Nice to meet you, Miss Prentiss. – he said, very serious – I'm Sheik Vladimir Amad. Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to steal Mr. Carmichael's attention. It was a pleasure to meet you.

And, so fast as he had appeared, the Sheik was gone, taking with him Ryan Carmichael. I smiled to the thought of so different men being together.

I drank what was left of my wine and, smiling slight, made my way out of that party, happy for going home.

TWO YEARS LATER, BAU HEADQUARTERS – QUANTICO, VIRGINIA

Emily's POV

I never considered myself a nervous or imprudent person, but that was going to be a big day. I was about to enter the BAU, one of the best Profile team that ever existed and, if in one hand it could protect me, in other, it could destroy me.

The elevator made his usual BIP and, without looking around, or even noticing anything, I directed myself to Aaron's Hotchner office, my new and suspicious boss, that, even though it was nice, seemed to believe without a doubt that the only reason that I was there it was my mother's influence – which wasn't truth in the least.

Anyway, I knew I'd have to convince not only him, but all of his agents that I deserved my position in their team.

- Very well, Prentiss - said Hotch, after verifying some pendency's – Now that everything is solved, I'd like to present you to the team. Please, follow me. I asked them to wait for us in the briefing room.

I followed him, noticing in how easily leadership came to the man.

Arriving in the room, that had a huge table and a television, I saw four people that ceased their conversation the moment we walked in.

- Prentiss, I'd like you to meet SSA Jason Gideon – the man waived slightest his head, looking almost bored. I smiled a little – Derek Morgan – the biggest man in the room arise from his chair, shaking my hand, gesture repeated for all the others – and Jennifer Jareau. This is Penelope Garcia – he pointed to a woman with a enormous smile – our technical analyst.

I nodded, saying with a smile:

- It's a immense pleasure to meet all of you.

- JJ – called Hotch – Where's Reid?

Before she could answer, though, a rushed young guy entered the room. His walk was very insecure and he held his bag like his life depended on it.

- Sorry I'm late, Hotch – he said, very quickly, without even looking up while putting his pack on the table – I had a little problem with the coffee machine.

- It's okay – answered the boss – Prentiss, I'd like you to meet Dr. Spencer Reid.

And, finally, he looked up to me. His insecure eyes stared at me and, for a moment, I almost didn't recognize him. However, despise his hair brushed behind the ears, the completely different posture and the apparent insecurity, I could see who I least expected… No one less than Ryan Carmichael.

TODAY – LAS VEGAS, NEVADA

Reid's POV

- Anything on the morgue? – asked Hotch as soon Blake and I walked into the police station.

I put my bag on the table of the improvised briefing room that they had seated up for us, while Blake answered:

- Nothing new, Hotch. The coroner confirmed that the tattoos were done by the unsub and that the cause of death were the head shots.

Hotch nodded, while explaining what they had gotten in our absence:

- Morgan and JJ called earlier to confirm that, according to the families of both our victims, none of them had anything slightest mysterious or remotely illegal in their life. Oh, and the third victim was identified as Taylor Flynn, who worked at a production subsidiary of P.T. Company as a machinery operator. Just like the other victims, nothing suspect stands out.

I sighed, knowing that I needed to solve that case before the BAU though in contacting the headquarter of Pieces and Technology Company.

- Have you asked for Gideon's diaries, Reid? – asked Rossi, staring at me.

I nodded, not paying much attention.

- Yes, I asked to deliver it at the hotel. With some luck, I'll be able to read them tonight.

Rossi nodded slightest.

- Agents – called the sheriff, entering the room – they found another body.

Automatically, Hotch, Blake and I started to follow the sheriff outside, but, to my surprise, before I could pass through the door, Rossi's steady hand grabbed my arm.

Felting my whole body tensioning, I turned to look at him, showing in my face legit surprise.

- What…? – I started to ask, but he stopped me.

- Can I ask you something, Reid? – He questioned, still holding my arm. I resisted the impulse of backing off, nodding slowly - Why haven't you ever read Gideon's diaries?

I frowned, making a reasonable effort not to smile. Than that was it. Of all the things Rossi could suspect… he chose the most harmless one. God bless him.

- I… - I muttered, looking around, trying to look ashamed – I wasn't ready. When Jason left the BAU I was really mad, Rossi, and I didn't wanted to have any contact with anything that reminded me of him even more… You know he was like a father to me.

Opposite to what I expected, David didn't relaxed his facial expression and, although he had let my arm go, his voice tone still was very suspicious.

- And now, are you ready? – he asked, raising slightly his eyebrows.

I stared in his eyes, trying to give a shy smile.

- After all these years, I simply have to be.

As soon as I saw her body in the ground I knew it was too late.

Even in death her face remained beautiful, but it was visible that she had been in a fight recently. The purple bruises in her face and a cut with dry blood in her inferior lip didn't left room for interpretation. I shook my head, trying to hide a micro-smile. The girl had obviously put up a good fight.

Hotch, Blake and the sheriff were standing next to the body. Rossi, that seemed still being analyzing me, come closer with me, saying:

- The shots are a lot more distant this time. She must have fought, due to the state of her face.

Hotch agreed, with a serious look.

- Who found the body? – He questioned.

The sheriff pointed to a man that, holding a broom, talked to a police man.

- Jim Miles – said the sheriff – It's a street cleaner. Said that was cleaning the entrance of the alley when he saw her feet coming out through the side of the dumpster.

Blake sighed, commenting:

- This unsub isn't resting. Two bodies in two days is a scary number.

Everyone agreed.

- Rossi, go with Blake talk to Miles, maybe he saw something else – ordered Hotch – Reid, I want you to go to the hotel and read Gideon's diaries. Perhaps you find something, otherwise…

- You're going to alert P.T. Company , aren't you? – I asked, before I could control myself.

Aaron nodded.

- Fast as possible. Maybe they know something… But first, get information on anything you can. With some luck, we may be able to use something with the khrabros.

I sighed, without even trying to hide my irritation while saying, going to the car:

- I need two hours, after that, we can go talk to them.

I could feel Hotch frowning behind me, but I didn't turn back. I needed to talk to JJ. Soon enough, they would find out that the dead girl was Franceska Volk and that she didn't worked in any of the khrabros subsidiary, but in their main office. They would find out that her tattoo wasn't made by the unsub and maybe they would even find out that she were the executive assistant of the CEO of P. .

I had no way out. After so many years, it seemed that the time to reveal my secret had finally come. It looked like it was time to, finally, bury Spencer Reid.