A/N: first this is officially the longest story I have published second sorry for the cliffy next chapter should be up by monday at the latest
Disclaimer: If I owned Criminal Minds or CSI Miami I wouldn't be broke
I woke to someone knocking on the window of the car, so maybe I'm not good at stake outs since I fell asleep. I felt Jen move beneath me and realized she too must have been asleep because she didn't move to open the door right away.
"Mame, open the door," I recognized Ryan's voice. I felt Jen reach across me and open the door.
"Ryan what are you doing?" I asked sleepily.
"Natalia? I think the better question is what you are doing," he asked, looking into the car at us.
"Well I was sleeping," I replied cautiously.
"Sleeping, with a murderer, Natalia she killed someone this morning," he glared at Jen, "and do you know how much time we've spent looking for you? worrying about you? Natalia you vanished with a murderer we thought you were dead," Ryan snapped at me, I wanted to flinch away but Jen was rubbing soothing circles on my hip and somehow it made Ryan yelling at me ok.
"She's not a murderer, she didn't do anything Ryan," I replied pressing my back closer to Jen and feeling her reassuring squeeze.
"Well she's wanted for the murder of Ian Doyle who was murdered two hours ago at the docks, so I'm going to have to ask both of you to get out of the car," Ryan growled.I felt Jen tense behind me.
"She didn't do it I've been with her all night,," I defended, making no move to get out of the car.
"Natalia, I don't want to have to make you get out of the car, but you said it yourself you were asleep," He raised his voice and I saw his hand move toward his gun, I couldn't control it this time I flinched pressing as close to Jen as I could. I wanted to defend her, but I didn't know how to say that since Nick I couldn't sleep threw so much as a cat moving in the same room as me let alone my pillow getting up and killing someone.
"Easy Nat, you're ok," Jen whispered in my ear, "Look I'll come out no need to threaten anyone," Ryan looked a little taken aback, weather it was because I had flinched away from him, or because Jen was surrendering I wasn't sure. As Ryan stepped back Jen eased me forward until I could put my feet on the ground and climb out. I could see Tripp, and Delko a couple yards away. Tripp looked surprised to see me while Eric looked more uncomfortable. The feds that I assumed to be Jen's team stood even further back. I stayed close to her as she stepped out behind me.
"Keep your hands where I can see them Miss Jareau!" Ryan yelled at her, twitching toward the gun again, I stepped back until I was pressed against JJ's body shielding her I could feel her moving and I knew that she was showing Ryan her hands.
"Ryan Stop! she didn't do anything wrong," I tried to sound commanding, but my voice was too high and I just sounded panicked.
"Natalia she murdered someone this morning in cold blood, how can you protect her?" Ryan yelled at me, and I realized I could stand up for Jen but when he yelled at me I was suddenly afraid of him hurting me, and the only protection I had was Jen.
"Stop yelling at her, it's me you want," Jen snarled wrapping on arm protectively around my waist as if she knew that Ryan had scared me.
"I can protect her because I know she didn't do it, and more than that she has always protected me, I owe her this," I replied coldly I could see the shock on Ryans face.
"Her own team that calls themselves her family say that she had the motive to do it how are you so sure she didn't?" He snapped at me.
"Motive really that's all you have on me? Well why don't you ask my family if I'm the only one here with motive?" Jen hissed at Ryan before yelling across the street, "Huh Hotch? You know full well the only one of us that wouldn't kill him is Garcia and that wouldn't be for lack of trying, but you also know I'm not the one that did it!" one of the agents that I could only assume to be Hotchner gave us a quizzical look before a look of realization passed across his face.
"Natalia step away from her," Ryan snapped at me glaring.
"No Ryan, I know with one hundred percent certainty that she didn't do it, I also have one guess at how did, but you won't hear me out you are just coming after Jen like she's some low life criminal. I won't let you take her in like this because you will destroy her reputation and I won't let you do that when you're wrong!" I growled back. Seeing that Agent Hotchner was getting closer I really hoped he was going to defuse the situation not make it worse. I could also see Delko and Tripp easing forward slowly.
"Natalia they were all in the police station when Doyle was killed the only other person in this city with motive is her the guy only flew in last night," Ryan tried to reason with me, but obviously I knew more than he did about the situation and if Doyle was in fact dead it was time for all the cards to be laid out.
"No she's not, Calleigh's Jane Doe from the glades has motive," I hissed at him, he looked confused.
"How would you know that, we don't even know who she is, wait is that why you're outside Calleigh's house? You think Calleigh would kill someone?" Ryan was back to yelling and I realized I'd made it worse, but before I could say anything Hotchner was next to Ryan.
"Are you saying she's here in Miami?" Hotchner asked Jen, completely ignoring Ryan and me.
"Why do you think I came here? I only got here a few minutes before you did?" Jen asked him.
"So why not work with us? Why run away and go off the grid?" He asked.
"Because they're going to hate me when they find out I lied to them, and I thought I could find her faster on my own if I didn't have to do the explaining which by the looks of it you haven't done," Jen hissed back at him.
"How did you expect to find her?" Hotch asked.
"Well I know she was last seen with a cop and from what I can tell she's still with that cop the thing is I don't know where they went. Clyde's on his way from London and should be here in about an hour, you know he got her a warrant that gave her the international green light to kill. If I know Emily worth anything she'll lay low until Clyde gets in, because I doubt she has the warrant on her anymore, but once she contacts Clyde she'll turn herself in, Hotch just give her a little more time," Jen said calmly.
"JJ if she did this why wouldn't she cary Clyde's warrant on her, whoever killed Doyle planned it?" Hotch asked.
"Because she probably lost it getting here when Calleigh found her she wasn't in good shape and the best guess we have is that she was trying to stay under the radar getting into the US but she didn't have clean papers to do so. My best guess is she got to cuba and tried was trying to get across the ocean so she could use the asylum laws to get new papers, but she fell into the hands of human traffickers. She may have even done it intentionally because once here she got defiant enough that they left her for dead in the glades," I cut in.
"Why do I feel like all of you know way more than you are telling me?" Ryan asked, "You asked me to arrest her saying that if Ian Doyle was dead she was the only one that could have done it, but now you both seem to have someone else in mind."
"I thought Emily was still in Russia, I have all of her papers flagged to tell me if she entered the US I didn't consider it a possibility that she came here without papers," Hotch said.
"Well I talked to her on the phone she's here," I snapped, Hotch looked at me then as if only then giving me the time of day.
"How do you know it was her?" Have you ever met her?" He asked.
"Yeah a couple years ago when I called you from the hospital," Jen said being very careful not to explain more. I could see the recognition in his eyes.
"Ok, so we go back to the station and wait for her to come in? And JJ no more lone ranger bullshit," Hotch said he looked at me then, "I assume you are the one that called her then," I nodded afraid he was going to tell the world my secret, "Thank you."
"So am I arresting her or not?" Ryan asked.
"No," Hotch said, "but she is coming with us."
Sitting in the police station waiting had been making me anxious so I had gone down to the lab to try to calm down by throwing myself into my work. I'd lost track of time and was now rushing to put things away and get back to the station before Clyde, whoever he was arrived when I heard a voice that made me freeze.
"I'm looking for the morgue," Nicks voice floated past the desk and into the evidence locker where I stood.
"Name of the deceased," the desk clerk asked him.
"I'm here to put in an application," he replied, I took a deep breath knowing that I had to do something, but being nearly paralyzed with fear. I forced myself to walk out and around the counter.
"You can't be here," I hissed trying not to let my voice shake.
"I hoped I'd run into you love, think she can show me, everything I need," he added to the desk clerk.
"I have a restraining order," I snapped at him, doing my best to present as strong even though I was terrified.
"It expired last month, see I did my research to find you," he reached out and ran his fingers threw my hair, I tried to pull away but he grabbed my arm, "Do you really want all these people to see what a little whore you are?"
"Let me go," my voice was rising I could face killers, but when it came to Nick I was letting myself panic."
"Either come with me or fight me your choice," he pulled me toward the elevator and I knew I didn't have the strength to stop him, but I also knew that if I fought here someone would help me. I felt my body freeze when I tried to force myself to fight. They say when you are truly afraid your options are fight or flight, but there is a third option freezing when you are so afraid that your body stops working, and that was what was happening to me.
"Stop," I whimpered, as he pressed the elevator button.
"What are you going to do if I don't? Cry," he hissed at me. I heard the elevator ding and knew that it was now or never, but still my body wouldn't move. The doors slid open as he wrapped my arm behind my back pulling it up so the shoulder was near dislocation. I looked into the elevator that was about to be my tinny prison and saw two people.