A/N: I know, I know, it's taken me forever to get this up here. I've been crazy busy these last few weeks and for some reason I just couldn't find the words to write this chapter. I'm extremely depressed that Paget is leaving the show but I understand why she's doing it. The Emily/Doyle arc was what got me really interested in the show. Last summer I was going through the character arcs and just fell in love with her's so I spent my summer vacation getting caught up on CM episodes to watch this season. I found out she was leaving on Thursday and that day was horrible to begin with.

I'm going to write something that's really important now so please don't just ignore it! IF YOU GO TO A SCHOOL OR WORK SOMEWHERE THAT'S SUPPOSED TO BE PEANUT FREE, DON'T BRING PEANUT PRODUCTS TO THAT PLACE! You may think that it's just some stupid rule but it's not! People can die! I'm not kidding here! My friend almost died (for the 18 time since September) because someone ignored this rule. She has an anaphylactic allergy to the SMELL of peanuts. I had to hold her upright while we gave her an Epipen. So PLEASE don't ignore this rule even if you think that nothing will happen!

Disclaimer: I don't own them, you all know that.

Back in the bull pen, JJ watched Pete and Claudia stand awkwardly next to the table of FBI agents. Pete kept glancing at Prentiss while Claudia was outright staring at the murder board.

"Why don't you two have a seat," Hotch suggested but it was more of a command. He gestured to the seat next to JJ that Rossi had vacated and the one on the other side of the table next to Reid.

Claudia quickly claimed the seat next to JJ since it had the best view of the murder board. Pete walked around the table and sat down next to Reid.

"We were hoping that you could clear up some things for us," said Hotch and opened a file that was in front of him.

"We would be happy too," Pete replied and shifted in his seat to face Hotch, who was on the other side of Reid.

Claudia smiled and nodded in agreement.

It still seemed funny to JJ that a twenty year old who was taking online university courses was following around two Secret Service agents and that they were letting her. Protocol -no matter which agency- wouldn't allow for that. So she clearly wasn't some random friend.

"Ms. Donovan," JJ said, addressing the young woman next to her. "Could you explain your connection to Agents Bering and Lattimer?"

"What do you mean?" she responded. JJ could tell that she was buying time to come up with an answer.

"Well, are you three simply friends? Do you work with them?" asked JJ, keeping her tone light.

Claudia looked at Pete, unsure of what her answer should be.

"Yes she works with us," supplied Pete. It was a tough question to answer because Claudia wasn't formally employed with any law enforcement agency.

"In what capacity?"Hotch questioned. "We know you're not an agent of any kind."

"You know, that is a very good question," was the reply from Claudia.

JJ made a mental note that the young woman was very good at buying time with her words. JJ could see Claudia's fingers moving under the table, as if she was typing on a keyboard, against her thighs.

"Would you care to answer it?" Morgan asked.

"I would love to if I knew how to label myself correctly," said Claudia.

That warranted glanced between the profilers.

"I guess you could say I'm their glorified nerd. I handle tech stuff," Claudia said, finally coming up with an acceptable answer that Artie wouldn't wig out at later.

"You mean like a Technical Analyst?" Morgan clarified.

Claudia nodded.

"And why would two Secret Service agents working in the middle of nowhere need a techie?" asked Morgan who was sitting on the other side of Claudia.

"You can never really be in the middle of nowhere. No matter where you are, you're always somewhere," Reid babbled. "You may not know where you are in the sense of geography but you're always physically somewhere. I read a study-"

"Reid," warned Hotch.

While Reid had been talking, JJ was watching Claudia's facial expressions; JJ saw anger flash in Claudia's eyes.

What's that about? JJ thought.

Pete took that moment to jump back into the conversation and answer Morgan's question. "Well actually, Agent Bering and I do a lot of traveling. Claudia stays at the office and she gets us the information we need as well as does filing and stuff like that."

"Oh, okay," Morgan said and wrote something down on the pad in front of him.

"Agent Lattimer, what can you tell us about our suspect?" Prentiss asked reluctantly. Hotch had given her the task of asking them about the suspect as she had already talked to both Pete and Claudia and established a rapport.

"She's a conniving, untrustworthy-" Pete was cut off by Claudia coughing very, very loudly. "You alright Claud?" He looked at her like she was crazy.

"Yeah," she cleared her throat. "Just dandy," she replied with a glare in Pete's direction.

Suddenly, both Pete and Claudia's phones beeped signalling they had a text. They both pulled out their phones and read the message. JJ quickly glanced at the screen of Claudia's phone and saw the message was from Myka. It read, "There's definitely something going on here. She smelled fudge. BE NICE!" JJ looked to Morgan who had done the same thing as her.

Fudge? JJ mouthed. Morgan replied with a shrug.

"Wait," Reid said, something dawning on him. "Did you meet H.G. in a professional or personal fashion?"

JJ looked at Hotch. She couldn't believe they had yet to ask the mysterious trio that. She looked at Pete expectantly.

"Professionally," he replied, his emotions now seemed to be in check.

JJ nodded but didn't quite believe what he had said.

"Can you tell us how you became acquainted?" Hotch inquired.

"Nope." Pete shook his head. "It's classified, sorry," he said with a shrug.

JJ could tell that Hotch was starting to get frustrated. They weren't getting anything out of these two; hopefully Rossi was doing a better job with Agent Bering.

"Okay," Morgan said slowly. "Do you think she's capable of something like this?"

Pete stared at the table for a long moment before answering.

"Possibly," he responded tersely.

"What do you mean by possibly?"

"Well I can't really explain it. Again," Pete said and raised his hands in a surrendering manner. "It's classified. But I can tell you that you should definitely not trust her."

JJ glanced at Claudia who was still glaring at Pete.

"Claudia," JJ said hesitantly. "Do you think she would do this?" Claudia looked at her in surprise; clearly she wasn't expecting anyone to ask her opinion on the topic.

"You two just asked two very different questions," she replied and looked between Morgan on her right and JJ on her left. "Could she do it and would she do it would both warrant different answers. Now, I think that she has no reason to commit these murders, but she very well could."

"Claudia!" Pete burst out and stood up, sending his chair flying backwards and whacking the murder board. "Why would you say that? You know very well she would do something like this! She has no other reason for being here other than to torment us!"

"You're kidding right?" Claudia stood up as well. "Pete, if that's true, then she wouldn't have saved my life! She wouldn't have saved Myka's either! She has nothing left besides the warehouse Pete! I may not trust her completely but I owe her my life! She wouldn't do this!"

The two continued to argue as the BAU agents sat in a stunned silence. JJ was trying to catch as much of the argument as she could but some of it wasn't making any sense.

"Hey! Hey! Shut up you two!" JJ looked to her left to see the speaker was Myka. Rossi was standing behind her looking as confused as JJ felt.

"What the hell are you two arguing about?" she said in a quieter voice but it was just as fierce.

Pete and Claudia looked as if they had been caught with their hands in the cookie jar. They glanced at each other, neither one wanted to answer.

"I apologize for their outburst," Myka said addressing the FBI agents. "We should go."

Pete quickly walked around the table and headed for the door, while Claudia took another look at the murder board then made her way out.

Myka looked at Hotch, nodded politely and quickly followed her team out.

JJ, along with the rest of the team, sat there staring at the door.

"What just happened?" Rossi was the first to speak.

"I really don't know," Reid replied.