Chapter 2 : Interrogation
In the morning, Emily got a bland breakfast in her cell and later on, she was cuffed like a dangerous criminal, with leg irons and a belt chain on top of the handcuffs, and was led to an interrogation room. She knew what was coming next and she was a bit anxious about what the accusations are going to be. At least attempted murder, if Doyle died since she last saw him, then murder, probably second degree, most likely first. Obstruction to justice if Hotch decided on it. She also opened fire on a few guys and on Fahey. If she wished for a life after all that, she'd better get a good lawyer, but does she really want that?
Right now, she was at the same time hoping and fearing what Hotch might do. He most likely would come here to interrogate her himself. And he might not come as a friend.
In the interrogation room, she was attached to the table, her hands in front of her, attached to the metal hook. Her legs were still chained and she was still wearing that prisoner jumpsuit. Also, she wanted a shower, new bandages for her injuries and ice for the bruises on her ribs, but she knew all that would have to wait.
And then, the door opened. Officer Davis and agent Hotchner walked in. Hotch looked pissed, and she knew it was at her.
"Like you asked, I called SSA Hotchner," said Officer Davis."Now do you understand that you have the right to remain silent? That you have the right to an attorney? That…"
"I understand my rights, I was an FBI agent. I will cooperate and I am willing to answer every question you have. Right now, I waive my right to a lawyer," said Emily firmly, but politely.
"Prentiss, you are in a very bad situation. Right now, they want to charge you with, among many others, attempted murder, which is the worst of the accusations so far. But if Doyle died from his injuries, you will be charged with murder," said Hotchner. "Do you understand this situation in which you put yourself in?"
"Yes, I do," said Emily slightly angrily. "Look, I know Doyle. I knew he was in DC because I talked to him. He told me he would go after my team. A few nights ago, he knew where every member of the BAU was, and the other night, he shot at Morgan and me. The only way to make sure the team would be safe from Doyle was to stop Doyle."
"You could have told the team at any time. You knew we were in danger, and yet, you hold the truth from us," said Hotch. "How long were you planning to go on?"
Emily opened her mouth, then said nothing.
"We know about your undercover assignment with the CIA. We read the profile you wrote on Doyle. And now, you confessed to shooting him. Did you go after him with the intention of killing him?And before you answer, think about your answer and the consequences of your actions."
Hotchner looked even more pissed. She screwed up big time and she knew she was in trouble.
"Yes, I wanted to kill him. I left my badge and work-issued firearm with my phone in the drawer of my desk at Quantico so you would take it as a sign of my resignation. I left because I didn't want you to have to deal with a rogue agent. It was my decision alone. I did it to protect the team. And I know that as long as Doyle is alive, he would want to make me pay for what I did to him. He is after families, he is a family annihilator. The only family I have is the team, and I had to break that link in order to protect you. Now, you said Doyle is alive. Please tell me that he is in custody and under strict surveillance? And please tell me the team is okay?"
"Prentiss, you know how this work, you are in no position to make demands," said Hotch.
"I know," said Emily nodding. "If Doyle dies, I will go to prison for life. If he lives, the team would still be in , I understand the consequences of my actions. I did it on my own, and I didn't want to involve the team."
"Why didn't you finish the job? You had Doyle right in front of you and you call 911. When the police arrived, you were applying pressure on his wound, wound that you gave him. And then, you confessed. You could have killed him right there, you didn't have to call 911. So why did you?"
"I think it is because I'm not a murderer. I was ready to kill him, but seeing him on the ground, bleeding, I couldn't finish. I was ready to fight, but not to kill him once he was down.
'As for calling the police, it was my plan all along. I knew I would surrender once this was finished. I was not planning on running away nor on denying what I've done. I knew I would be arrested. If the police can hold Doyle in prison, maximum security, maybe even super-max, then it would be worth it. Doyle would be out of the circulation and everyone will be safe.'
Hotch was, if possible, even more stern than his usual self. He was angry and
disappointed at his agent.
'I'm sorry I disappointed you — and the team — but I was trying to protect everyone from Ian Doyle.'
'Right now, you're lucky he survived surgery. But he is not out of the wood yet. If he died from his injuries, you'll be charged with murder.'
oOo
At the hospital, Doyle was waking up. He was confused and in pain, but he recognised where he was. He lifted his hand to touch his neck and found the bandage. He remembered the previous night and was wondering where Emily was. Then, he heard some noise at his door. Someone was coming. He lay back in bed, pretending to not having woke up.
Outside, the guard let two nurses entered the room.
"Be careful, and tell me if he woke up," said the guard opening the door. Two nurses walked in, working on Doyle.
"What's the deal with this guy," asked one nurse to the other.
"For what I understood, some rogue FBI agent tried to kill the poor guy. He is in protected custody for the time being. Hence the guard at the door," answered the other nurse. "I also think we have to be careful because he is a witness or something like that."
"Oh, an FBI agent attacking someone. Was he arrested?"
"From the rumors around here, it was a woman who did it. She had been arrested and is being kept at the station downtown."
The nurses were quick to finish. They both exited together.
"If you heard noise of him waking up, let us know," said one nurse to the guard. "We will be here for another four hours, before shifts changed."
"OK, I've heard the FBI wants to interrogate the guy once he woke up. I'll be here all day, another agent will be here this evening."
"So, it's just you here, to watch him," asked the first nurse.
"Yes, just me."
So there Doyle had the information he needed. The FBI was on its way to him, but there was one guy guarding the door. And they didn't know he had woke up. He had to act fast if he didn't want to lose his chance. Escaping was as much being smart as playing with the weaknesses of others.
He lost no time to gather himself and found something that could be used as a tool to get ride of the guard. Then, he went to the door to listen outside. He found a corner of the room far enough from the room where people from outside would not get a clear view on the inside. Then, Doyle started coughing loudly.
The guard was a bit scared about his charge and entered the room to help Doyle, but the terrorist lost no time attacking the guard and strangled him with some fabric. Once the guard on the ground, Doyle closed the door and got whatever he needed from the guard, weapon, radio, clothes.
oOo
At the Boston downtown PD, the team — saved from Hotch who was still with Prentiss — was working in the meeting room. Garcia then got a call and was horrified.
"Oh, this is bad news… Really bad news. So the doctor at the hospital went to check on Doyle, because the guard was mysteriously absence from his post. The doctor found the guard strangled to death inside Doyle's room, and Doyle nowhere to be seen. His gun's missing."
"Sent an APB on Doyle," ordered Rossi.
"We need to profile where Doyle is going, right," asked Seaver.
"He is going to go after Prentiss," said Morgan. "This is not over between them."
"We need to protect her," said Garcia.
"She is already in custody. We'll see if Doyle is coming," said Morgan.
"But how would Doyle come? What will be his plan," asked Rossi to make them think.