Two worlds collide|S•R

This kinda love is getting expensive

*THIRD PERSON POV*
Imara swiped a 24k gold watch from the glass encased counter, whilst the jeweller was taking out a new watch for her to try on. Looking down at the watch with a greedy smile, Imara held out her wrist for him to put it on her.

For the past 2 weeks Imara had successfully stolen or 'borrowed' as she likes to call it all of her house appliances, and has now moved onto accessories and other various things.

Having been stealing and conning the people around her for her whole life, it made starting over remarkably easy; meaning she hadn't actually payed a single dollar. It works wonders what a devious mind and a beautiful face can do for you.

She walked out of the fancy jewellery store with a chic, white bag containing 3 new watches and a ring with a silver band and a black opium gem on it. She was quite familiar with the system and had no trouble creating a false bank account, as her father worked in that industry his whole life.

It was almost noon, so Imara went to the french cafe  that she found two weeks earlier and joined the queue. Her mind went back to the man she saw in here the first day she was here.

She never felt that way before, it was like there was a mutual understanding of what they both were to eachother and the sexual connection between them was so strong that it was so hard for her to pull away and leave the store like she did.

But that's how things were, Imara was never allowed to have boyfriends or to do anything even remotely close to sexual. That was one of the many reasons as to why she fled that lifestyle, after moving here she had managed to manoeuvre her body into 3 different men's beds that had a particularly high trust fund.

Stealing their things early the next morning.

She was pulled away from her thoughts as the line got smaller. Finally she made it to the front of the line and ordered her triple cappuccino. The barista smiled and told her to wait at a table, so she sat down at the front of the cafe next to the window.

After finishing her coffee while reading and posting on Instagram her new jewellery, Imara made her way back to the apartment and unlocked the door.

Setting her keys on her new key holder and placing her shopping bags on her white couch, she sat on it and grabbed a cushion: hugging it to her chest. Imara grabbed the remote and turned on the tv to watch some weird new show called mindless criminals or something.

Imara had managed to refurnish her whole apartment in the space of 2 weeks and it looked amazing. This had been the place she dreamt of for 10 years and thought was not possible for her to accomplish.
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*SPENCER'S POV*
It's been two weeks since we've landed in New York City and I'm utterly exhausted, my team has managed to arrest 4 of the gang members from one of the most dangerous and high profile gangs in nyc allegedly. They all had the same 'gc' tattoo on their upper arms, which is the only reason why we were lead to them in the first place.

Now here I am, in an interrogation room for about 20 minutes with one of them who we have yet to identify his name. There has been absolutely no records of this man; no fingerprints, dental records nothing.

He was staring intensely at his hands that were almost completely covered with tattoos. Pretty much none of them have said a word since they have been taken into custody, and I'm starting to lose hope of finding the rest of these bastards.

We have 3 different departments of the fbi working this case now as more women are being kidnapped and killed. If these men don't start talking soon then they will be taken into the army's custody as this is now becoming a national problem, and then there will be almost no chance of getting information.

I looked at this man and leaned forward in my chair whilst putting one leg above the other. For once he actually looked up at me, I took this opportunity and asked a simple question. "What's your name?"

He lifted his expressionless face and hesitated for a moment before replying "Leon Mariano. I have to say, you guys are some shitty feds." He held eye contact with me, his grey eyes cold as stone. "You just gave me some of the most vital information available, how bad could we really be?" I clapped back, I was playing mind games I order to get as much from him as I could.

After a brief pause he finally spoke "I only did that so you could find my daughter. I already know I'll spend the rest of my life in a cell, may as well bring her down with me. That fucking bitch." He rolled his eyes at the thought of her and scoffed.

I couldn't imagine why he would do that to his own family, bringing her down with him like that as he knew he was in deep shit."Why would you rat her out? What did she do?"

I looked at the micro expressions that his face made as I mentioned her. His left eye twitched and his lips parted slightly, as he touched his nose. I could tell that Leon was disgusted by this girl and wished the worst for her. What father would think that of his own child?

"She worked for the gang her whole life, I trained her day and night. I made her who she is. Me, only me. And she just leaves? She leaves her life, her family? All I wanted for her was greatness and she dismisses it all, when one little thing happens."

The scary man infront of me looked as if he was about to cry. he paused for a moment to calm himself down and seemed to be deep in thought before continuing. " Anyway her name is Imara Ari Mariano, she lives in South road Quantico Virginia, I had my men track her down the minute she went missing. I'll let your team figure out the rest, assuming your capable, and be sure to tell her I said hi when you find her."

His face shrivelled into an evil grin and he leaned back while laughing to himself. I exited the room, questioning what to do with this newfound information.

The team were waiting outside the room, staring through the one way glass window at the soulless man sitting there. They looked up at me once they saw me appear, and Hotch contemplated what to say.

After a few ideas and back-an-fourth debate we all came to a plausible conclusion that me and Morgan would go back to Quantico to arrest the daughter and bring her in for questioning.
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A/N: AH so what do you guys think shall happen? What will they say to eachother when they meet face to face? Thank you for reading guys ;)
-L