❝ EXCUSE ME, I HAVE TO GO KILL SOMEONE. ❞
❝ I REALLY HOPE SHE'S TALKING FIGURATIVELY. ❞
( BOOK TWO of FIGHT OR FLIGHT )
Scout Wiley was once in love with the abyss. It was her mistake for getting too comfortable. She knew she shouldn't have lie...
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8th of October NCAVC Quantico, Virginia
"WE'VE ONLY GOT a few more hours left before we have to let Wiley go. After that, she's free to go."
JJ huffed as she peered into the investigation room, watching the former teammate through the tinted glass. She looked exhausted but it was expected after 40 hours of questioning.
Prentiss picked up the file, "I've been in contact with Interpol and Argentina's federal forces. From the looks of it, Wiley isn't a fugitive in their eyes."
"What do you mean not a fugitive? She was an illegal immigrant. Hell, she had fake papers and lived in their country for 13 years." Morgan snorted, shaking his head.
"First of all, illegal is an incorrect term. It's undocumented. And second, she was a model citizen. Wiley was actually being watched and was under surveillance ever since she arrived there."
"And what? They didn't feel like turning her in because she did some charity work on the side? That's bullshit, Emily."
"Believe it or not," She handed him a photo. "Wiley did her fair share. She found a job at a bakery, paid her taxes, gave birth and took care of that little girl out there. Do you really think that she would have worked so hard to have a better life - and then, randomly kill four people? It doesn't sound right and it doesn't make any sense."
The male agent huffed, "Thirteen years ago, I didn't believe that Scout Wiley was able to murder someone, much less be able to shoot a gun. The same Scout Wiley that I had gotten to know and treated like a little sister to me. She is a trained assassin, Emily. I fell for her tricks before, and I'm not going to fall for it again."
Morgan's gaze landed on the brunette, giving her one last harsh look, before leaving the room with the sound of a slamming door. JJ inwardly flinched at his reaction, her eyes trained on a small stain in the carpet.
"JJ?"
"Hm?"
The BAU leader placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, "Are you okay? I know that Morgan gets like this when he's frustrated. But you? You're never quiet."
"You expect me to lash out more?"
"Well," Emily shyly smiled, "Yeah, I was. I mean - how many nights did you rant to me about her? She was all that you could talk about when I transferred back here. You said - You said you had hoped she died in the explosion."
