Rossi and Sean head for Boston on the first flight out of Reagan in the morning. They pray that a man named Fahey will give them the information they need to connect with Doyle's U.S. network. They spend the day trying to track the man down. They finally catch up with him…at the morgue. Rossi looks at the M.E.
"He was shot?"
"Yes. Looks like a .45 up close and personal. He was found in his car. Whoever did it was in the backseat. Poor bastard probably never knew what hit him."
Rossi looks at Sean. The Scottish man nods. "Sounds like Doyle. Fahey was the doorman between Reynolds and Doyle. Doyle would want him eliminated in case we tracked him down."
"Son of a bitch. If only we'd found him yesterday," Rossi laments.
"Truth is if the idiot let himself get ambushed like this he probably hasn't had contact with Doyle since that introduction. He may not have known he set up Doyle with an Interpol agent."
Rossi nods. "True. Otherwise he'd have high-tailed it out of here. Any chance he has someone we could get information from?"
"Doubt it. Even back then he was a blowhard. No one wanted to be around him. We can tug a few strings but I don't know if we'll find anything."
Rossi shrugs. "May as well make the trip worthwhile."
The two men thank the M.E. for his time and head out. As they reach the street Rossi gets a call from Hotch. He leans against the building to answer as Sean continues on to their car.
"Hotch, Fahey's dead."
"Dave, we just got a call. Sean McAllister's wife and daughter were found murdered last night."
"What?" Rossi blurts.
"He needs to go home. I'm sorry to ask you to do this but can you tell him?"
Rossi sighs and starts towards their car. "Yes, of course. He's going to be—
An explosion throws Rossi backwards. Hotch hears it and then nothing as Rossi's phone disconnects. Rossi can only stare in disbelief as what's left of the car…and Sean McAllister burns. He looks around as he hears his phone start to ring.
"Hotch?" Rossi answers.
"Dave, what the hell was that?"
"That was our car exploding. Sean was in it."
"Oh my God. Are you okay?"
"Yeah. But I'm pissed. That's the third connection to Lauren and Doyle murdered. You best get Tsia into protective custody. He's cutting all ties to himself and Emily."
Hotch sighs. "I'll let her know. Be careful, Dave. Get your ass back here in one piece."
"That's definitely my plan," Rossi agrees. "I'll let you know when I'm booked."
He hangs up to start answering the questions from the police and fire first responders.
It has now been one week since Emily went missing. Garcia has hacked databases the world over but Ian Doyle is obviously using someone else to pay for his lifestyle. He doesn't seem to exist except in the still photos printed from the security cameras the day Emily was abducted.
When Hotch's cell rings with an unknown caller he prays it's someone with a lead on Emily.
"Hotchner."
"Hotchner, it's Reginald Cervantes. I'm repaying a debt. Be at Dulles in 30 minutes. Clyde Easter, aka Reverend Basil Rogers, will get detained by security. He's all yours."
Hotch is surprised by the call from his CIA counterpart but infinitely thankful. "Thanks, Chief."
"Just get Prentiss home and destroy that bastard Doyle once and for all."
Cervantes hangs up without even a goodbye. Hotch leaves his office, a new spring in his step. He runs to the conference room to find Morgan and JJ combing through some reports Garcia had "borrowed" from a French police database.
"Clyde Easter is about to be detained at Dulles. JJ, can you handle helping Morgan retrieve him?"
JJ stands. "You bet your ass I can."
"Then go. Now. But be careful. If Doyle's on to him he won't hesitate to take you two out with him. He proved that when he nearly killed Rossi."
Morgan and JJ head for their SUV. Both are filled with nervous tension. Her wife. His best friend. The man that could lead them to her. Morgan pushes his driving skills to the limit. When they arrive they park in the taxi lane closest to the security office. An airport security officer guards their vehicle as they badge their way inside. They hear the man complaining from the lobby of the office.
"I want to speak to the British Consulate NOW!"
"Sir, traveling with that much undisclosed cash, you will be lucky to speak to them any time soon. That looks like it could be used to fund terrorist operations. Per the Patriot Act we're turning you over to Federal Law Enforcement."
"Fucking great," Clyde complains. "You're all bloody worthless hacks anyway. Maybe at least the Feds will be of assistance."
"Don't count on it," JJ says sharply.
Clyde turns, his eyes widen when he sees JJ. Morgan flashes his badge at the TSA agent. "We need a moment alone with Reverend Rogers."
The agent nods and steps out of the room. Clyde's eyes have not left JJ's face. Her scowl has not changed.
"He has her, doesn't he," Clyde states, not needing to wonder at the look in JJ's eyes.
"Where would he take her? And why the hell didn't you warn her he was out?"
"I didn't know! I thought—"
JJ grabs him by the collar and slams him into the wall. "BULLSHIT! You knew 6 months ago he was out! My guess is that's the real reason you contacted her just before New Year's. You thought her suspension meant you could draw her back into his world, your world, and go after him again. And when she turned you down you said NOTHING! He's had her for 1 week now. 1 fucking week. And for every injury, mental or physical, he bestows on her I'll repay them on you tenfold."
Morgan had stood back, saying nothing. It is obvious Clyde knew of JJ but had no idea how fierce she could be. When the Englishman looks to Morgan for help, the profiler just raises an eyebrow.
"I back her 100%," Morgan informs him.
JJ smacks Clyde. "Don't you look away from me. You come with us and you help us. You help us find her or I swear to God we will bury you with the Patriot Act."
Clyde sighs. "Doyle is killing off members of the task force. I'd be a fool not to accept the protection offered by Quantico. Shall we go?" he says as if asking to go on a picnic.
JJ glares at the man a moment. Reaching behind her she pulls out her cuffs as she spins him around.
"Oh, really now! Is this necessary?" he whines as she cuffs him.
"Necessary," she ratchets them a little tighter. "And satisfying. Let's go."
Morgan grabs the bag of money as JJ shoves Clyde ahead of her out the door. They get him secured in the SUV and head towards Quantico. As they drive JJ turns and looks at him.
"Will he kill her?"
"When he's done with her, yes, he will. But I believe right now she has something he wants," he says smugly, letting JJ see he knows about the baby. "That's in her favor."
"And if she loses the baby?"
Clyde chuckles. "You think he won't make another with her? Those two used to fuck like rabbits."
Morgan's arm reaches out and stops JJ's leap over the backseat.
"DOWN, Agent Jareau! He's just baiting you."
"If you think that you're delusional, Agent Morgan. He wants Lauren Reynolds back. He's got Emily Prentiss right now. But I guarantee if he has her very long he'll turn her back into Lauren."
"That's just more proof you never knew Emily Prentiss," JJ states before turning her attention back to the window beside her.
Clyde just rolls his eyes, not sure if the woman is a fool or blinded by love. Either way, she needs to get used to her wife being gone because he knows Emily Prentiss is never coming home alive.