A familiar face from Spencer's past joins the BAU, his ex-girlfriend, who left him fourteen years, two months, and fifteen days ago.
A slow-burn love story in which she and Spencer figure out who they are together and apart, and whether or not the h...
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Eight Days Ago, Western Syrian Safety Zone- 2:13 p.m.
"I have eyes on the target," Baheera's voice muttered into the comms, "Southwest corner of the street. Red building with west-facing doors. He's leering at me. Ugly bastard."
"Confirmed. He is an ugly bastard. Setting up on the opposite roof," Wren replied, his deep voice muffled by a bit of shuffling as he ran, lugging his rifle case behind him, "Boss? You got eyes?"
"I'm on my way," she said, moving her way through the street as nonchalantly as possible. Her tanned skin and dark hair helped her blend in with the locals. Her robes hid her muscle definition, she wasn't starving like most of these people were, and she needed to stay anonymous. Hidden.
"I can't wait to nail this bastard to the fuckin' wall," Billy chimed in, chuckling over the headsets, "Oh, and I got eyes. I'm on the street now. Waiting for the signal."
"Ooh, I wish I was there! If I wasn't such a genius I'd totally be there blazin' and blastin'," Oona crooned sweetly, her happy voice hiding the pure dripping malice she had for their target.
"Stay calm, everyone. I know we've got a lot riding on this. We all want revenge for Taqib, and if we succeed today we'll be one step closer. But we need to keep level heads. We can't risk spooking him or killing him by accident."
"Yes, ma'am."
"Right."
"Sure thing, boss lady."
"You know best, boss."
She rounded the corner, keeping her head down as she wove through the crowds of people. Some spared her a second glance, no doubt thinking she was a bit too well fed for the rags she was wearing, but most of them ignored her. They had their own things to worry about.
Abd El-Kader was their target, and sure enough, there he sat in front of the building. It was a little two story that had been converted into a business hall. He stuck out like a sore thumb, but he didn't mind. He was dripping in his wealth. His fat fingers adorned in gold and rubies, expensive robes hugging his round belly in all the wrong places.
Along with arms dealing and drug distribution, Kader dealt in child trafficking. None of these things are what put him on their radar, but nobody would miss him, not even his wife.
The team had gotten ahold of her the day before, after almost six months of searching for Kader. All it took was the five of them showing up in her lavish Parisian home for her to ask if Abd is who they were looking for. When they said yes, she told them exactly where he was. Turns out, he was a wife beater too, and she was glad to finally be rid of him. She and the kids would be better off without him.
Six months ago, her cover had been blown because of Kader's source in Intelligence. The exact name of the infiltrator in the Gallagher Clan hadn't been known, but she had been one of the few suspects.
