The officer in charge of the precinct walked over to the group of suits and greeted them, "What can I do for you gentlemen?"
The lawyer in charge stepped up and spoke for all of them in a very intimidating voice. "What right do you have to hold Arianthe Kim and Isabelle Delaney? We need to see your evidence and charges straight away. If you have none then we demand their immediate release."
The officer looked taken aback. These men meant business, and they currently had nothing to hold the two women on. This was not going to go well.
Prentiss backed slowly towards the door and tried her best to hide her face. The tallest man, the one with the blonde hair much like Arianthe's had been a partner of Ian Doyle's. This had to be some kind of mistake… there was no way… all of Doyle's men had been taken in when he was arrested. If Prentiss knew this man, who was to say Arianthe didn't know Doyle? And if she knew Doyle, she would know Lauren Reynolds.
Her heart rate sped up. Her brain recalled a memory from when she was in Ireland. The man in the suit, and a young girl, calling on she and Doyle. The girl resembled Arianthe perfectly. How could one forget a blonde Asian girl? Prentiss knew she had to talk to Arianthe. She had to find out just what the girl knew.
Arianthe brushed off the lawyer's offer of help as she left her cell. She was perfectly able to walk on her own, thank you very much. She didn't look back at Isabelle as she left the room where they had been detained. She kept her eyes firmly ahead. She wouldn't let anyone know how upset she was. She had come to America because it was one of the very few countries where her father wasn't one of the largest illegal lords in the entire country, and now his trouble had followed her here, just when she thought she had gotten out of it.
She was almost out of the hallway when she saw an agent with long black hair. She paused and studied the woman. She looked very familiar. Arianthe's brain flashed back to when she was younger. A massive estate in Ireland, a man with the same cruel eyes her father had, woman with dark hair, and a small boy, only a baby. She felt her lip curl up in distaste as she passed the woman. The woman gave her a dark look and slid into a side room. Arianthe smiled then, she now had all of the leverage she would ever need to get herself out of here.
She entered the main hallway, with slight relief, she was almost out. She saw Spencer across the room. He took a step towards her and her, him. "We," she started to speak but from the corner of her eyes she saw a familiar face framed by long blonde hair with cruel blue eyes set in the pale skin. She felt herself flinch, "we… will have to catch each other another time." She said sending him a smile, hoping he would understand what she was feeling, betting he would not. Spencer wondered at the strange tone in her voice and the flinch he had seen when she had looked to the side.
Arianthe turned to her father, why had he come here? Had he already been in America? Was he spying on her? She hoped not, for Spence's sake at least. Her father nodded at her and spun. She followed him with her head down the way she always had. She hated it, she felt like a bloody coward but there was nothing she could do. Her father was a scary man; he was a nice dad, the greatest dad, as long as she did what he wanted.
Spencer watched her scurry off after the tall blonde man, like a beaten dog after its master. It irked him to see her acting like that. He bit his lip, even he couldn't think of a solution that quickly. Morgan came out of the back then looking like he was ready to rip someone's head off, he probably was. He glanced at Reid and the expression on his face changed.
"You okay kid?" he asked.
"Sure," Spence said with that distracted look of his. He turned and left the room, Morgan could swear he could see the boy thinking. Reid picked up his phone, "Hey Garcia, could you look someone up for me?"
Isabelle saw Morgan enter the room and hurried over to him.
"Told you I would get you outta here baby," He wrapped his arms around her with a smile.
"Oh yes, because that was aaaaalllll you."
"Hey, you don't know what I've been doing while you were stuck in a cell. It could have been, and you wouldn't even know it."
"Okay then hotshot."
Hotchner entered the room and coughed uncomfortably, and Isabelle could swear she saw Derek blush.
"Morgan, we have a conference with Garcia in ten, I expect you there and ready."
"Yes sir. Hey, Hotch, can Isabelle come along? She doesn't really have a ride anywhere and I'm not so sure I want her out there by herself right now. Obviously someone was trying to set her and her roommate up and whoever it was isn't going to be happy that he failed."
"You make a good point. Okay, but you two are to behave professionally, you hear?"
"Always," Morgan smiled at his boss and Hotch cracked a slight smirk.
Seven minutes later Morgan led Isabelle into the conference room by the hand. Reid was sitting in the corner staring off into space.
"Something bothering you, boy genius?"
"What?" Reid looked up, startled. "Oh, no, nothing's wrong. Just thinking."
"About Aria?" Isabelle took a seat like she was perfectly comfortable relaxing with the FBI.
"Well, yes, kind of. Who was that with her today, the blonde man?"
"I'm assuming it was her father, though I've never met any of her family before. She doesn't really talk about them."
"Hmm… interesting." Hotch walked into the room, followed by Prentiss, Rossi, and JJ.
"Ok, Garcia, what do you have for us?" Hotch was all business as he sat down at the table and took out a notepad.
"Ok, well, the autopsy results are back and it turns out the victim was both shot and stabbed. The bullet was from a .38 mm handgun and the stabby stab was done post-mortum. It6 appears the two knew each other."
"And they thought Aria did it? She can't even think about dead bodies without being sick." Isabelle chimed in, and Garcia looked confused by the unfamiliar voice.
"That's surprising…" Prentiss muttered, then looked up surprised, as if she didn't realize that thought had come out of her mouth.
"Why would you say that?" Hotch looked suspicious.
"Well, she's a scientist right?"
"Yeah, a theoretical astrophysicist." Reid looked up. "That involves computers, not people."
"Oh, alright then." Prentiss blushed. Just then Reid's phone buzzed. He looked around as if looking for the culprit before realizing it was his.
He pulled out his blackberry and looked at the screen, his eyebrows knitting together.
"Ohh, who's it from?" JJ leaned over and looked at his phone. "Arianthe… ohhh, Spencer has a girlfriend!"
"No way! Who is she? Is she the one from the movies? Because I pulled the security footage and she is one sexy scientist, my friend."
Reid turned bright red. Prentiss, meanwhile, steered the conversation back to the case. "Did they get any DNA off the victim?"
"I'm afraid not, that would just make our jobs too easy."
"Why won't it open?" Reid looked very frustrated.
Isabelle scooted her chair over to him and pressed the middle button. "There you go smarty pants."
"Oh, thanks." Spencer looked embarrassed.
"I would have thought the boy who got his first PhD at 14 would have been able to figure that one out. There has to be some kind of property for that." Morgan looked over at Reid, who still appeared confused.
"You'd think so, but Aria can't figure that out either!" Isabelle laughed.
Derek pulled her chair back over next to his and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. Hotch shot them a glare, but Morgan just stared back, as if challenging him. After a minute, Hotch looked away with a shake of his head. "What did you get on the victim's background, Garcia?"
"Not much, actually. He was born and raised here in Virginia, just a few miles outside the city, took classes at U of V, and settled down in the suburbs. He worked for a computer programming company, had no wife, and no kids. His parents still live a few miles away where he grew up."
"Well that gets us nowhere." Morgan leaned back, frustrated.
"But, he did work for the FTC on the side until recently."
"FTC?" Isabelle looked confused.
"Federal Trade Commission. They check businesses to see if they are corrupt or forming trusts."
"Oh, okay."
"Why did he leave the FTC, Garcia?"
"It says he was on a temporary leave of absence for a couple months, and then he resigned. There is no reason stated here."
"What about connections to the first two victims?"
"Nada. I can't find a single spot where their paths crossed at all. They didn't even drive the same roads recently."
"Ok, keep trying Garcia. Call us with anything you find."
"Will do, Mr. Boss Man. Garcia out."
Spencer leaned over to JJ, "What is this?"
JJ looked at the symbol. 3. "It's a heart, Spence."
"Why would one send a heart in the middle of a conversation?"
Isabelle smiled, "Because I told her to."
Spencer shook his head, still not understanding, but deciding not to press the issue further.
Chapter Threee! hope you like it, the next update could take some time. Or it could not. I really do not know. As i said before I have been writing with Alex is Bills Kleiner Android and we have issues getting together sometimes. Especially with school about to start up again. Anyways, hope you enjoyed! :)