Ok so, on the excellent request of criminalmindsaddict chapter two is based on what the team does to Allen. Do enjoy... because I know I will.
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"Joe... gimme a refill." Allen called to the worn out looking barman as he sat at the bar, his three previous pints lined up in front of him, and a goal of tripling this amount before the night was out in his mind.
"I think you've had enough Allen... it's only half ten." Joe reminded him, his patience wearing thin even at this early hour, normally having all day to build himself up to deal with an angry and drunk Allen... but not today.
"Excuse me sir, but is that man causing you bother?" Rossi asked the barman politely, as he came to stand at the top of the bar, just out of Allen's eye line.
"No more than usual." Joe sighed. "I'm just not used to having to deal with him this early."
"Well sir, we're federal agents, and if you want we can take him off your hands." Reid told Joe casually, pulling his badge out of his pocket as form of identification.
"Oh no, he's really not that much trouble..." Joe replied hesitantly.
"Believe me when I say we want to take him off your hands... we'd like to talk to him." Morgan spoke up then, having to use all his restraint not to just start a bar fight.
"Can I ask why you want to talk to him?" Joe asked then, noticing the angry glint in each of the agent's eyes and becoming curious.
"He hurt a friend of ours... and we thought we'd teach him the, an eye for an eye lesson." Rossi answered calmly.
"Your friend wouldn't be... uh... Emily? Emily Prentiss I think her name is?" Joe asked after some thought.
"Yes that's her... why?" Morgan asked quickly, now giving his full attention to Joe rather than trying to get a glimpse of Allen, who was just around the corner and still muttering something about wanting a drink.
"Well I've heard him boasting a few times about the... the way he show's he's the boss in the relationship... and let's just say that if half the thinks he says he does are true, then not only can you take him off my hands, but I don't think I'll remember seeing you here either." Joe replied evenly, a sympathetic look for what Emily had been through even though he'd never met her.
"Much appreciated." Morgan replied with a tight smile, before pushing away from the bar and taking the lead over to Allen, closely followed by Rossi and Reid.
"Did he just say he was going to lie to the cops for us?" Reid asked Rossi quietly, as they made their way closer to Allen.
"No... He said he'd forget to mention us... there's a difference between lying and forgetting kid." Rossi replied, not wanting to think of how many laws they were breaking, being more focused on hurting the man that made his friend, and the person he saw as a sister, suffer so much.
"Hey Allen." Morgan greeted with a fake enthusiasm. "How's your day going?" He asked coming to stand behind the Allen, who was getting served by a female bar tender.
"A lot better before I saw you three." He sneered in response, looking at them briefly before returning to his drink.
"Now, now, that's no was to greet friends." Rossi scolded, standing on the other side of Allen, effectively blocking his escape paths.
"Since when are you three my friends? Allen laughed bitterly.
"Good question." Reid replied, standing next to Morgan.
"Yea, why don't we go outside and answer that." Morgan added, grabbing Allen roughly by the collar, and pulling him a few inches out of his seat.
"Excuse me sir, you can't do that." The female bar tender gasped, when she saw Allen getting effortlessly lifted out of his chair, his feet dangling an inch or so off the ground.
"We're federal agents... talk to the owner... Joe, if you have any questions." Rossi told the woman smoothly, flashing his badge at her quickly and giving her a small smile.
With that the four men, Allen still being half carried by Morgan, made their way out of the bar, and rounded the corner to where Morgan's car was parked, Reid getting into the driver's seat, and Rossi getting into the back along with Morgan and a scared looking Allen.
"So Allen... we heard you haven't been behaving very nicely to our friend." Rossi started casually, once Reid started the ignition and pulled out onto the road.
"She had it coming to her." Allen sneered.
"Wrong answer." Morgan growled, his fist connecting sharply with the side of Allen's face, leaving a red mark over his eye and cheek, which was quickly turning black and blue, already forming a bruise due to the force of impact.
"What the hell?" Allen shouted, causing Reid to swerve slightly on the road at the sudden sound.
"What the hell? That was me teaching you not to talk about my friend like that." Morgan hissed, raising his fist again.
"Now, now Derek, I'm sure we can sort this out another way." Rossi stated calmly, knowing only too well that Morgan was playing the bad cop, and it was up to him to play good. "Isn't that right Allen?" He added, raising an eyebrow at the man who was now sinking as low on the seat as he was able too.
"Yea, yea... that's... uh, that's right." Allen stuttered, still looking at Morgan in anticipation for another hit.
"Ok than... that's good." Rossi replied, still keeping his voice calm, knowing that the threat of Morgan's fist was enough. "So here's the deal Allen... I'm only going to say this once, so you need to listen up... ok?" he stated.
"Ok, ok!" Allen exclaimed, as Morgan enjoyed moving his fist ever so slightly and causing Allen to flinch.
"Right." Rossi said, clearing his throat before continuing, his voice now taking a more sinister edge. "If you ever come within a mile of Emily Prentiss, or anyone she knows again, the pain you will suffer will leave you eating through a tube for the rest of your living days." He hissed, in a low menacing voice. "Do you understand?"
"Yes." Allen responded quickly.
"Yes what?" Morgan hissed, pulling his fist right back, as if he was about to strike again.
"Yes, I understand and I'll never come near Emily again... I swear." He squeaked.
"We're here." Reid called then, just as Rossi was about to speak again.
"Where's here?" Allen questioned hesitantly, not sure he wanted to know the answer.
"You'll find out." Rossi replied simply, as Morgan picked Allen up by the collar again, and just as easily lifted him out of the car.
"This Allen is three miles outside DC." Morgan told him happily, once he threw Allen down. "No busses for three mile, no trains for three miles, and very few cars." He added happily.
"Bye." Rossi called from inside the car, waving sweetly at the man lying on the ground.
"Yea, bye." Morgan laughed. "Oh, and before I go... a parting gift." He added, just before he turned to leave, squaring up his foot and kicking Allen firmly on the rib cage, leaving him at the very least winded.
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"Hey Jayje." Garcia called, motioning for JJ, who was standing in the corner of Garcia's office, to come and look at one of the screens. "Which looks better... a picture of Allen gambling his money away, or a picture of him spending it on some ladies of the night?" She questioned, not able to decide which to send out to his clients and boss.
"Ladies of the night... always a good choice." JJ replied with an agreeing nod. "Now work quietly, I need to call a friend of mine." She added with an evil smirk.
JJ then walked back to the corner of the room and punched in a few numbers before hitting call, leaving Garcia to edit the photo and send it out to Allen's client list.
"Hello." JJ greeting happily after a moment. "Yea Liam it's me, and I've got some gossip you might be interested in." She started happily, waiting briefly to listen to Liam before she continued. "You know Allen Finch... yea him. Well what could you say if I told you he was involved in a criminal investigation... one involving client's money and the illegal ways in which he spends it." She said, a small smile creeping across her face as she spoke. "No, you know I can't give out any more details, I'm just telling you what I can because you're a friends and I don't want you to make the mistake of hiring this guy." She told Liam innocently. "Ok, that's good, yea you too, right bye." She added on hastily at the end.
"Did your friend buy it?" Garcia asked, just as she hit send on the e-mail.
"Liam Abraham had bought everything I've said since we were in college... I'm persuasive like that." JJ told her friend with a wink, before walking out of the office, leaving Garcia laughing.
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"Uh, Emily." Hotch called quietly, as he walked from his small office into the sitting room, where he found Emily lying on the couch half asleep as she lazily flicked through the channels on the television.
"Yea?" She replied, looking up at him, almost startled at his presence in the room.
"I just got a text from JJ... Morgan, Reid and Rossi have left him three miles outside DC with a black eye and according to Reid, probable bruised, if not fractured ribs, Garcia has sent pictures to his e-mail list and JJ herself has pulled a few strings of her own." He told her relaying the details of the text to her. "They're also coming over tomorrow." He added.
"Thank you." Emily whispered, a small smile creeping across her face, not lasting long, as after she thought Hotch had looked away it fell quickly.
"What's up." He asked, again startling Emily slightly.
"Nothing." She answered quickly, not taking her eyes off the screen.
"Emily don't shut me out." Hotch pleaded, not wanting to return to square one again.
"It's just... It doesn't make me feel any better, or any less stupid." She admitted with a sigh, looking up at him. "I thought knowing he was hurt would make me feel good... but I still feel the same."
"You know one little ting isn't going to fix this... today isn't going to fix this... it's going ot take a long time for you to feel good again Emily, but I swear I'm going to help you for as long as you need me to." Hotch told her soothingly, crouching down in front of her and looking into her deep eyes to get his words to sink in.
"Thank you Aaron... really, thank you." She whispered, smiling at him warmly.
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There, that's chapter two, the wonderful idea from criminalmindsaddict. Please do tell me what you thought, and thanks so much for reading.