AN - I know I said I would update sooner, school and work have been really busy for me, I have a big break coming up soon so I will be able to finish off the next 2 chapters which are more than half written, hopefully before next weekend. THANK YOU FOR ALL THE REVIEWS, please keep them coming. 2 mini chapters here to try and make up. .
CHAPTER 21.3
We herded into the conference room, Hotch stood sternly at the front of the room as I handed off the papers to him and took a seat. "I'm sorry to call you back so urgently during your break, but a high profile case just made it across my desk". He clicks a button on a remote, turning on the screen behind him. Every now and then I glanced back and forth from Emily to the screen, waiting for the one photo to appear.
"A very strange occurrence of events have been finally linked together, the CIA and Interpol didn't admit it at first, but we have been asked to work in collaboration to solve this case", he flicked through a number of photos of what looked like typical murder scenes, next to the crime scene photos would be CIA profile sheets. "Someone has been taking out a number of CIA Special Agents, there were suspicions of an internal breach, however a recent murder has final linked all the agents" and there it was, the photo of the woman I saw this morning with Emily.
My eyes darted to the brunette expecting a reaction. Her eyes were shut, her brow furrowed slightly as if she were meditating. She was compartmentalizing. She must have felt my eyes on her, when she opened them she looked right at me, there was no emotion there, no surprise or turmoil. She turned her attention back to Hotch, so did I. "It seems these agents had at one time briefly met to take down a number of terrorists, which later worked in correspondence with the FBI creating a secret organization which hunts down homebrewed terrorist cells, this woman" Hotch holds the fax up "Mia Townsend, was recently found killed only hours ago".
Reid piped up first "Was there no pattern in the killings to link the murders to begin with?" Hotch answered back "All execution style, evidence of a professional hit in all instances, it took awhile for the pattern to emerge since all the agents have been moved around so much and have gone through such in depth cover ops. Not out of the ordinary in their line of work. The only sign that started to alarm the agency was the efficiency of unraveling the information. A number of agents are being crossed checked on ops they have worked on, so far 3 cases seem to come to light" another screen came up with 3 photos of what looked like organized terrorist rings. "All 3 of these terrorists were cases the CIA agents were working on at some point in the mission, we have been asked to profile each one of these terrorist leaders and cross examine their behavior and their relation with each of these agents. We need to work fast before more bodies add up, I'll be splitting the team into 3, JJ and Rossi you'll be looking into Yuriy Vitaliy Utkin, Russian descent born in Boston. Morgan and Prentiss, Gul Alinejad, Emily your knowledge with the middle eastern culture should provide useful with customs. Reid and myself will take Halina Sokolsky. Garcia you'll be working overhaul with all the groups. We need to get as far as we can as fast as we can" With that all the members dispersed.
"Looks like its you and me princess" Derek said as he got up turning towards Emily. There was no response from Emily as she got up from her chair and tucked it in, my ears itched as I stood up listening in on the exchange. "Prentiss….you ok" Derek stood still looking at Emily, I slowly made my way to the door, "huh?…Yeh…sorry, I'm fine,… sorry I was just thinking about something". I couldn't hear the rest of the conversation as I slowly made my way out the door and bee-lined straight to Garcia's office. A part of me wanted to confide in Hotch, but no matter how I looked at it, the conversation would end up hinting that Emily knew who Mia was and something told me she had some sort of reason for not releasing this bit of information than and there. The only thing I could think of was confronting her about it before this became a trust issue with the rest of the team, after all she didn't know what I saw.
Knocking on the door I barely stopped before letting myself in. "Penel…" "Geez JJ! what's the point in knocking if you are just going to barge in anyway." It looked like she had dropped a pile of papers when I had intruded. "I'm sorry Penelope, I was just in a bit of a rush", "yeh, yeh you and this whole darn building. It's one thing to work on 1 case, even 2 cases I have done, but 3! At the same time?" She breathed in heavily, and looked me straight in the eye. " I WAS going to go on one of my infamous rants, but my head just exploded," shaking her head she continued "anyway, what can I do for you" I half smirked at her, "can you bring up the camera at the East entrance of the building from this morning? Around 6:36 am." She smiled deviously at me "Now THAT, I can do" she swiveled in her chair and started typing.
A camera shot from one of the lamp towers showed the entrance with the SUV already parked with Mia waiting. "What are we looking at?" Penelope asks. "I'm not quite sure, but I THINK that is Mia Townsend" I reply back, just as Emily is shown walking out the front towards the vehicle. Mia already looks like she is arguing with Emily from the open passenger window. "Emily KNOWS Mia Townsend? Why didn't she say anything?" I looked straight at Penelope "I don't know"
CHAPTER 22
We watched the rest of the video feed up until it shows me walking toward the entrance doors. "Look, I don't know how Emily is involved with this, but I need you to keep this under wraps until the time is right. Emily is known for having a few secrets, but there has to be a reason why she didn't tell us earlier about Mia." "JJ, I don't…" "Penelope, the RIGHT time" she closed her eyes and sighed like she always did when she felt guilty about something. I felt bad as well, she was constantly being put in this position, but at the same time I knew I could trust her. She sighed and nodded once at me. Smiling back I didn't need to thank her to know how much I appreciated it, I rubbed her shoulder once before heading out to continue with my own investigation.
As I popped out of Garcia's office, I briskly headed toward my office. My hands went into autopilot and started to clear files away and set new ones on my desk I glanced out the toward the bull pen. Everyone was hacking away at their desks, Emily's was vacant. My eyes scanned possibilities, Hotch's office looked empty, his blinds were open and I vaguely saw his figure hunched over his desk. My eyes darted towards the break room, but I didn't find her form among the group of 3 agents. As I was about to look over the desks again I noticed a movement around the glass entrance doorway. Emily's face seemed to scan the pen, her hair was pulled back in a ponytail and she held her small carry on in hand. I body froze in place as I watched her, no one else seemed to notice her as she to sneaked towards the elevators. 'Where was she going… ?"
There was a bad feeling in my gut, but instinctively I reached for my gun and my keys and made my way to the stairwell close to the suites behind my office. I rushed down the flight of stairs, popping the door open to one of the exterior exits. I just caught her racing towards her car as I stayed low and made my way to my own vehicle. As soon as I lost sight of her ducking into her vehicle I moving more quickly, I clicked the remote to open the doors, I jumped in and fired up the car and raced towards funneled parking exit.
A/N – yes doesn't it sound familiar with the Ian Doyle Saga. I was debating on using Ian Doyle in this, however with the plot that was done on tv I think it is easily believable that Emily helped take down more terrorists than just Doyle, in response to NightLancer this also brought about the debate on whether this woman would be Tsia Mosley, let's just say she is an equivalent counter part. Hopefully this tidbit of information didn't give away anything more than what you were all thinking already.