Smart Girl(A Criminal Minds/Spencer Reid Fan-fiction) BOOK TWO

Chapter Twenty-Two: Attacks

"What?"

"Yes, and I know all about Ian Doyle, and how he escaped from prison...Have you been talking to the rest of your team?" I asked. She sighed and nodded.

"We're all in danger...and so are you, so you just need to stay out of it."

"Emily-"

"No, Marianne! Think about it! Think about what you have to lose by getting involved." Images of Spencer, and Riley flashed through my head.

"You have things to lose too...Why don't you tell the team-"

"The others don't want them involved. The less they know, the safer they are." She said. "Just...this conversation never happened, ok?"

"Ok." We walked out and Morgan found us.

"We got an address for a guy that might be connected. The three of us are going."

~~~

"So what's your take on these guys?" Emily asked.

"They're contradicting themselves. Exposing bodies, but then going through all of this to hide it."

"Do you think they wanted us on this case?" I asked, looking at Emily then turning back to Morgan.

"Us? The BAU? Why would they?"

'Ego, control, some kind of agenda."

"I don't think we're even on their radar, Marianne. Do you?"

"You're right. Why would we be?" I sat back and Emily looked at me out of the corner of her eye. We pulled up to the house.

"You sure this is it?"

"Maybe nobody's home."

'Garcia never got an answer." Morgan said. We all got out. A man in a white mask came out. "GET DOWN!" Emily pulled me down behind the car as the machine gun shot it. The windows busted, car alarms went off. I stood up and shot at them, but they returned by shooting out the suburban's back window. We shot at them too, using the cars for cover. I stood up, shooting one in the leg, he fell to the ground. We ran around the corner to find the van leaving, and the injured one dead on the sidewalk, shot in the head, and the wrist.

~~~

"Well this is one story that's not gonna get buried."

'He's just a kid. Can't be more then Twenty-Five." I raised an eyebrow.

"A kid with an assault weapon isn't just a kid anymore."

"Four rounds. That one's mine, I hit his femoral artery."

"He was dead and they knew it. Bet he wasn't bargaining on that when he signed up." Emily said.

'He's got two shots to the head, and then one to the wrist."

'Why the wrist?" Morgan asked.

'Make sure he can't return fire?"

'He was dead before his head hit the sidewalk."

"Covering up a tattoo." I said. "They knew we'd be able to ID him by the tattoo, so...they're pretty sure we can't ID him with anything else."

~~~

"Three of the six victims are from Europe."

'And the Mini Beryl says that they're serious."

"By the way they moved, they're ex-military." I added.

"European hit squad cleaning house? It's happened before."

'They could have taken us out, easily." Emily said. "Why didn't they?"

"FBI agents gunned down in DC would've definitely started a war. A war this kid wasn't prepared for. He's just a foot soldier. Whoever shot him is the leader." Emily and I shared a look.

"Someone must have warned Byron Delaney to get out."

"Ad whoever it is is next on the list."

~~~

"Reid, you got anything?" We walked over to Spencer, who was drawing the tattoo.

"The damage is pretty extensive, but luckily, some of the tattoo remains."

"Seaver, get the victim's photo out to the press."

"I think I know who dug the hole." Garcia came in. "The Journo told me to follow the money, like straight up, that's what he told me. So I did. It turns out 'The Gazette' Is owned by a multinational global conglomerate: oil, new technologies, shipping,air and ground transportation, all of which employ the services of one company. CWS."

"Clear water securities?" Hotch asked.

'You know them?"

"I've come across them. They're a private, counterintelligence group out of Geneva."

"Ron Cosenza, Byron Delaney, Kerry Fagan, All worked for CWs."

"How long?" Hotch asked.

'Seven years."

'Seaver, hang up."

"Do we have a problem?" Rossi asked.

"No, CWS does."

'Got it." Spencer showed us the picture he drew. It was a four leaf clover with swirly leaves. Emily left and Garcia followed. I guess she recognized it. I know somethings about Doyle, but not as much as she does.

~~~

The others went in to talk to CWS, and I sat with Spencer at his desk.

"How are you? With the...headaches and everything?" I asked. "We just...we haven't really talked about it since that last appointment."

"Honestly...not great."

"Have you considered, going and talking to my friend? The Geneticist?"

"Yeah..." I nodded.

"Are you mad at me?"

"No, why would I be mad at you?" He asked.

"You haven't talked to me since that appointment, Spence."

"I know...I'm sorry. I'm just a little...off." He stood up and hugged me. I hugged him back, hiding my face in the fabric of his sweater. He kissed the top of my head. "Love you."

"Love you too."