Madame Emilia's Shop
Disclaimer: CBS owns Criminal Minds, not me...
Summary: No one ever said going undercover was an easy task, especially when it's going undercover as a psychic...
A/N: Another one of my favorites that needed to be reworked and posted with all the other undercover fics. Enjoy.
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"Here's something to think about: How come you never see a headline like 'Psychic Wins Lottery'?" Jay Leno
Inhaling deeply, the young man took a seat opposite the beautiful psychic as he licked his lips he looked her in the eyes.
"Are you really psychic?" the man asked her, "Because I've been tricked too many times before and I don't want to deal with any crooks."
Smiling at the young man, Emily took his hands, "Madam Emilia is a very much in touch with the other side."
"You bet your sweet tookus she is" Garcia said in her ear wig, "Now Madame Gumdrop, touch his thumb with the print scanner so we can give you the 411 on the du jour in front of you."
Emily smiled sweetly at the man in front of her and ran her hand over his thumb scanning it.
"And the soup of the day in front of you is Kyle Brody" Garcia said, "Nineteen years old, he just lost his mother to... Oh boy, breast cancer. Poor boy, he is heavily in debt and he just put his family condo up for collateral to pay off his debt."
"Kyle" Emily said startling the young man, "Your mother wants me to tell you..." Emily bit her lip, she hated lying but this young man needed to remain focused on life, "To stop worrying about her and to live your life. She doesn't blame you, but you need to stop searching for answers and start focusing on the living."
"She doesn't blame me?" Kyle asked.
"No." Emily said patting his hand, "Sweetheart, your mother loved you. She always loved you."
"Oh Goodness" Garcia said gasped, "His girlfriend seems to have placed them in even further debt over nonsense stuff too. Her name is Daisy Geller."
"Be wary of Daisy" Emily said softly, "Material possessions can't bring happiness in the long run."
Kyle nodded, "Thank you, Madam Emilia."
"The spirits wish you well" Emily said watching the young man walk out with purpose, speaking into her microphone, "God this has got to be the cheesy undercover gig ever."
"Well you wear that outfit well, Madame Emilia" JJ said from the front desk in the small shop.
"Why the hell couldn't you do this gig instead of me?" Emily said scratching the white off the shoulder blouse.
"Because you're the unsubs type" Morgan said in the back room with Garcia and Dave, "Besides, you look sexy as a psychic."
"Interestingly enough, throughout history and in every culture there have always been those identified at having clairvoyant abilities" Reid said, "And psychics also known as mediums have a canny ability to make their readers feel at ease with their self empowerment."
"Reid" Garcia said, "I love you Boy Genius but if I have to hear you spout one more nugget of knowledge, I'm gonna become an unsub myself and take out my frustrations on you."
Emily couldn't help the chuckle she released as she watched a young woman come over to her bypassing the other 'customers'.
"I need your help" the young woman told Emily, "Can you see me?"
"Certainly my child" Emily told her, "Sit, sit. Tell Madame Emilia your troubles."
The young woman let Emily take her hand, as Emily carefully ran her finger over the girl's thumb while Garcia ran the young girl's print.
"Bingo, this poor girl's name is Melanie De Luca," Garcia told Emily, "She's eighteen years old and a native of New York."
"What's troubling you my child?" Emily asked patting the girl's hand.
"It's my boyfriend" Melanie told her, "I think, I think he's..."
"Melanie's boyfriend is twenty one year old, Max O'Hare" Garcia told, "And oh boy, this boy is a first class scum sucking skeezball."
"You believe your boyfriend has been untrue?" Emily asked her, watching the young girl nod in agreement "Let me connect with the spirits."
Lighting the candles, she tossed back her drink then lifted the shawl from the crystal ball in the center of the table looking at it with intent.
"Give me your hand, my child" she told Melanie.
The girl complied, placing her hand in Emily's and watched in awe as the presumed psychic peered into the crystal ball, but really was just listening to Garcia ramble off tangents on the girl's life.
"Madame Emilia," Melanie asked, "What should I do?"
"Melanie" Emily said, hearing the girl gasp at knowing her name, "You must let this young man go. You have a promising future ahead of you, I see it right here. You'll attend a prestigious college and live a happy and fulfilled life without this young man."
The girl perked up at that, looking down at the ball, "You really see that?"
"You will meet a lot of interesting and exciting people" Emily told her, "Your soul mate will be there waiting for you."
"Really?" she asked, "Does it say who he is or what he looks like?"
"No my child, you're future is out there waiting for you" Emily chuckled, "I can only give you the tools to walk the path of your own enlightenment."
Melanie sighed, giving an embarrassing smile, "Well I wouldn't mind walking that path if it led me to Ryan Gosling."
"That my dear" Emily chuckled, "Is a dream I share as well."
"Thank you, Madame Emilia" Melanie said, standing up.
"You're welcome, my child" Emily replied, watching the girl walk out.
Emily rolled her eyes listening in on the ear wig hearing JJ and Garcia praising her the advice she gave Melanie.
Luckily she heard Hotch chide the two women for their lack of focusing on the case, which made her sigh in relief.
"Thank you" she quietly murmured, hearing Dave and Morgan chortle at that.
"Are you the psychic?" a middle aged man asked, approaching the table cautiously.
"It'd appear that way. Please take a seat" she told him, watching as the man warily sat down.
"I need to know something" he told her, "It's important."
"Give me your hand" the brunette regretfully told him, watching him raise a skeptical eyebrow at her, "I need it to contact the other side."
"Hmm" he said, extending a hand which she ran the scanner over his thumb, he quickly pulled away, "What the hell was that?"
"Bingo!" Garcia's voice chirped out, "That's our unsub Phillip Whitman. Swarm, swarm."
"You tell me Phillip" Emily said, listening to the information Garcia was spouting out, "Phillip Anthony Whitman born in 1973 to Ted and Sylvia. Dropped out of college three credits shy of graduating. You're an only child. Oh, and you became a serial killer after your fiancee Marley left you on the advice of a psychic."
"How the hell do you know all that?" he demanded, rushing at her and knocking her out of the chair.
Emily kicked at him, she could distinctly hear the sound of Hotch and JJ trying to break down the door separating them from the shop.
Elbowing the unsub in the face, she rolled under the table reaching up she grabbed the hidden gun.
"Are you really a psychic?" he demanded, running his hand over his bloody nose.
"I'm a real FBI agent" she told him, clicking the safety off the service weapon, "And you're under arrest for the murders of Theresa Bell, Hunter Scantino, Carla Marshall and Sheila Wilson."
Hotch, Dave and Morgan rushed in, breaking down the door and subduing the ranting and resisting unsub.
"How'd she know?" he repeated over and over, "Is she really a psychic?"
"She's just that good" Morgan said, escorting the unsub out, with Reid and JJ trailing him.
Dave wandered back over into the next room to gather Garcia, pausing by the brief look shared between the dark haired agents.
"Are you all right? he asked, noticing that she was rubbing her jaw, peering closer he noticed a slight hue growing.
"I'm fine" she assured him going to the table to retrieve her bag, "Believe me, I've been hit worse."
"How about a reading?" he asked, taking a seat at the empty table table.
"You want me to give you a psychic reading?" she asked raising an eyebrow at him, "I thought you said all this psychic vision was a bunch of crap."
"Well it's not like I'm calling you Miss Cleo" he joked, "Please?"
"Fine" she sighed, "But you know since Garcia's gone, I can't use my thumb scanner."
"Good" he said, extending his hand to her, "Go on, tell me gypsy woman."
"Hmm, seems your life line splits" she frowned, "That means you've gone through many problems, but see here? At the end how it all places back together?"
"Yeah?" he asked, looking down at where she's pointing.
"Well that means that you've found balance in your life during your later years" Emily told him, "This right here is your head line which is refers to your career direction. See how long and deep it is?"
"Yeah" he nodded, fascinated with her knowledge of palm reading.
"It means you're a driven person, with a purpose and a sense of goal oriented tasks" she told him, "That's a good thing."
"What about my love line?" he asked quietly.
"Well that's actually called a heart line" she corrected him, "And it's that one right here. It starts off small and light, but it goes longer and curves at the top then deepens."
"Well what does that mean?" he asked, looking down at their connected hands.
"Well it being deep means that you're a person who can feel emotionally both the good and the bad" she told him, "The strong upward curve here? It shows you have a strong erotic drive."
Feeling his cheeks turn crimson, he saw her bit her lip, "And the starting off small and light indicates multiple relationships but since that's at the beginning and not the end you'll find someone who completes you."
He felt a sense of loss when she let go of his hand, "That's all?"
Blowing out the candles, she looked up at him, "For now. It's late and we've got to get back to the BAU for the case file."
"Anything else?" he asked, watching her pick up her bag.
"Don't worry Hotch, you'll find your soul mate" she told him walking to the door, "It's in the palm of your hand. Trust Madame Emilia, I know these things. She's out there."
He watched her walked out of the shop, taking a deep breath wanting to tell her that he already found her. It was her.
The brunette poked her head back in with a grin, "You coming? Madame Emilia predicts we've got a crap load of case files waiting for us back at the BAU."
Chuckling he followed the brunette out to the SUV.
Flora Whittmore said, "The doors we open and close each day decide the lives we live."
To Be Continued...
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