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Look What You Made Me Do

I tilted my head down to look at the action I'd become so accustomed to. "It's just a nervous habit," I attempted to brush off the comment as I continued.

It was the only thing that gave me comfort, no matter how little solace it actually provided.

"That's your favorite necklace, wouldn't you be sad if you broke it?" Spencer asked.

"Chains are replaceable," I chuckled and for the first time in a week, I smiled.

It wasn't due to a joke made about a case or a smile that I forced to make someone think I was okay. I smiled because I felt comfortable doing so.

"I know that," he replied, a slight smile of his own forming on his face as he watched me relax a bit. "You just haven't replaced that chain since you joined the team, so I can only assume it's lasted a while."

"Yeah it's lasted about 7 years." I say looking at it examining what I can say we're probably expensive rings.

Unfortunately, the ease that I felt as I conversed with Spencer didn't last long.

Hotch entered the bullpen and told the us that Prentiss and Morgan were on their way back to Quantico and they had found something.

Reid soon went off to look for more photos of the villa and I was left alone again. My heart was beating rapidly as I waited for the rest of my team to convene in the BAU room and once they did, I joined them.

Penelope had scanned the photos that Emily found at Delaney's apartment into the computer and soon enough, the team excluding Reid, was discussing the contents of the photographs.

"Here's the million-dollar question," Garcia began as she enhanced part of a photo on the screen. "Anyone know what language that is?"

"Those are villages in North Korea," Prentiss stated, her brows furrowed. My face held just as much confusion as Emily's as she looked at the photo.

"I love you. Of course, she does," Garcia replied, confirming that Emily was right.

"There's a political prison near Haengyong-ni," I continued as I read the words on the sign. There was no way that Doyle was sent there.

Me and Emily were told he was imprisoned in Russia. Sean told us that. He wouldn't lie to us.

"Yeah, Camp 22. Kwan-li-so," Emily agreed. "North Korea denies it exists."

"You think they took Doyle there?" Morgan asked.

"That would explain why he's after them," Seaver said.

"Even his prison is off the grid," Garcia added.

"All we know is that he was never married, had multiple residences, and was arrested at his Tuscan villa," Garcia said. Emily's eyes widened slightly at the mention of the villa and the marriage.

We needed to talk, and being separated at every given moment wasn't making it any easier.

"There's paperwork to back that up?" Emily asked Ashley.

"And a list of who was there that day. There may be photographs," she replied.

"Reid's looking into that as we speak," I said from her spot across from Emily, who moved her eyes over to her and saw the slightly panicked look that rested on my features.

Emily nodded at the information as the group continued to discuss what they know about Doyle.

"Right. So those people need to be warned that he's on the warpath," Emily stated.

"They have been. But there's a whole different life he's led, one that isn't in any file," Ashley spoke.

"Prentiss, Sloan, did either of you hear from your European associates?" Hotch asked.