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

Chapter Twenty-Five: Kidnapped, and Death Threats

~~~BAU~~~

"Emily and Marianne walked into a trap. It looks like Doyle got into the SUV, but from this angle, you can see that he didn't, which I wish Boston PD would've told me before I started watching it." Garcia told the team. "Sorry again for the screaming."

"They threw a flash-bang grenade into a car. They're lucky the three people inside didn't die, is no one else bothered by that?" Morgan asked.

'Well, three bad guys."

'Illegal as it is, I think they know they have to be as ruthless as Doyle."

"He's come to the US to wage a public Vendetta and a hired group of mercenaries who were loyal to him. He has nothing to lose, and as much as I hate to say it, they have to act the same." Spencer said.

'So how did Doyle know she was waiting for him?"

'Well, the mole must've told him, right? The same guy who's been feeding Doyle the contractors and agents?" JJ asked.

'And our best suspect was just arrested with a suitcase full of cash. How do we get Easter to talk? He won't cooperate willingly."Seaver added.

'I'll handle that. The rest of you focus on Doyle's location." Spencer's phone rang.

~~~Spencer~~~

I walked to the back of the plane and answered the phone.

'Hello?"

 "Have you found her?!" Meredith asked.

"No, not yet. How's Riley?"

 "She's...confused. She wants to know where her mom is." I nodded.

"Meredith...I'm scared."

"Me too...me too." I hung up and went back to the group.

"I hate to be the one to ask this but...how long do they have?" Garcia asked.

"Their best bet is also the most troubling. Doyle has saved them for last because he views them as stressors. He's gonna take his time."

~~~Marianne~~~

I was tied to a chair, seated next to Emily. He placed a hand on Emily's neck.

'Where's my ring?" He asked.

'I flushed it." She laughed nervously. His hands travelled to the buttons on her shirt.

'I spent seven years in hell because of that ring. Now I'm going to give you another gift. One you won't get rid of so easily. Both of you. Four leaf clover should be an excellent addition to your other tattoos. And a good one for you to start on. I must say, you haven't changed at all, Megan."

"A four leaf clover? That's a bit cliche, isn't it, Uncle?" I asked, tilting my head to the side.

'Still the same little spit-fire I see."

"A spit-fire that rather go without her skin stained with ink, no offense." I told him.

'Ink? North Koreans can't afford ink. No, no. They brand themselves." He held me down. I tried to fight him. "The more you fight, the more this'll hurt." He pressed the pen to my wrist, and I screamed.

~~~

He finished up with Emily, her brand on her chest. He buttoned up her shirt.

'Why are you doing this? Why are you keeping us alive?" She asked.

"Hey, FBI grabbed Fahey. Their people. It won't be long before he starts squealing." A man said from behind us. "And they're banging on our door. Do what you have to, so we can get the heck out of here."

"I know what you want."

'Do you really?"

'You want Lauren Reynolds and Megan Doyle back." I said.

'We can do that. We can be them."

'You think that'll save your skins?"

"We have no illusions. But we're tired of this. of being afraid."

'We don't have time for this."

'We'll make time.' He said, looking down at us. Spencer...where ever you are...I'm sorry. I'm so, sorry.

'What about Fahey?"

"I'll take care of Fahey. He smokes right?"

'Aye." Doyle smiled.

"Looks like you've earned yourselves a reprieve." He left with the man.

"Ugh, I am so glad I'm not actually related to that sick man." I muttered.

"You ok?"

"Surprisingly. More emotional pain. You?"

"Same."

~~~

Doyle came back with a chair, sitting in front of us.

'And what is it you do...Lauren? Megan?"

"I'm looking to get into business with a former I.R.A. Captain, who's gone freelance. Valhalla. But, since this is sensitive..." She said something in french, which I didn't understand, and he replied. She smiled and said something else.

'That's not how it went." She said something in french again. He looked like he was going to kiss her neck, but he grabbed her shoulders. She gasped. "Do you really think I'd let you fool me twice?"

"I just wanted..."

'I know what you wanted. A way into my head. But I changed the locks. So, both of you are going to suffer, the way I suffered. This time won't be the first you've killed an innocent, but it will be the first time you have to watch."

"Oh, Doyle..." he crouched down in front of me. I leaned forward. "Try me." Wrong choice of words. We say Fahey, smoking a cigarette, on the roof, with Rossi and Seaver.

'You got him?"

"Acquiring.Which one's the target."

"NO! THey had nothing to do with this, this is just between you, me, and her, that's it! That's what you said, us three!"

'Then why is your team here?" He asked. "Cause I didn't leave a trail."

"Ian...whatever you want to do to us, We'll accept...But leave them out." I begged.

"Yes, except I didn't bring them into it, did I? What are you thinking?"

"The woman first, then the go-tead fella. Then Fahey if he's got a shot left." the other man said. "If not, he'll shut up."

"Yeah, sounds about right."

"Shoot Fahey." We said together.

'If he dies, our team doesn't have anything."

"Hello Lauren. Good to see you again. " I watched as Seaver was spattered with Fahey's blood, and Rossi pulled her down.

Why couldn't they just have stayed out of it?