𝐔𝐠𝐥𝐲 𝐋𝐢𝐞𝐬 | 𝐀𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐇𝐨𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐧𝐞𝐫 (1)

fourteen

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The plan was that Garcia and Spencer would operate out of a van parked outside the nightclub. Garcia had hacked into the cameras inside the club and would have eyes on everybody at all times, coordinating us by speaking through our earpieces.

Now that the time was close, I felt nervous. Prentiss, Hotch and I entered the nightclub. Emily linked arms with Hotch who, following a tweak in our plan, was playing the part of Jack Winters, Beth Winters husband and our unsubs target. Thankfully, his suit was able to conceal a bulletproof vest but Emily and I, in our skin-tight dresses, were not as lucky.Emily deliberately sent lots of flirtatious glances my way because we had to believe that we were being watched at every given moment.

The nightclub was unlike any I had ever seen. The ceiling had to be about two stories high and from it, silvery lights fell like ribbons of tinsel, twinkling like stars. It was jarring that a place so beautiful could disguise such sinister intentions. A huge winding staircase, the top of which disappeared from view, captured my attention because it looked out of place. It was old and grand in contrast to the rest of the club which had been very recently refurbished.

Out of the corner of my eye, I located Rossi and Morgan, both of whom blended right in with the help of their uniforms. I avoided looking in their direction, not wanting to alert anyone watching that I knew them. As much as I disliked guns, I was comforted by the fact that they were armed. Even Emily had her gun strapped to her thigh.

Hotch excused himself to go to the bar to assume his position, where he'd watch out for the unsub, and Emily feigned frustration.

As part of our cover, Emily and I took to the dance floor. She swayed her hips to the beat and tangled her hands in her hair. Already, eyes were on her although this was not usual in her case. She beckoned to me, a sly smile playing on her lips, "Dance with me," she yelled in my ear when I got closer.

"I don't know how you can dance at a time like this," I retorted.

"It's all part of the act. You get used to it after a while!" She smiled at me, placing her hands on my hips and helping me to move along to the music with her, "Smile —you look too serious."

"Well, we are planning your husband's murder," I smiled despite our situation and let my body move to the beat of the music.

"Which is exactly why we should be celebrating."

"Somebody's getting into character."

Hotch's voice rang out in our ears, "If you two would stop flirting you'd notice our unsub is seated at a table on your left."

"Got her," Morgan, who was standing near Eliza's table, covered his mouth as if to cough but spoke instead.

Emily pretended to kiss my ear but she was actually whispering into my earpiece to Hotch, "We were getting into character." She joked,  "Is she alone?"

"Yes. She's watching you —she knows you weren't invited." Spencer's voice sounded clearly in my ear, making me envious of the fact that he was watching through the security cameras from the safety of the van parked outside.

"Be careful you guys," Garcia whispered, "I can't watch this."

"Okay," Emily said as she made a show of looking towards Hotch, her supposed husband, before pulling my body into hers.