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Bad Blood

Emily's POV:

"I've got five names on the bottom of the list Prentiss gave us," Morgan announced as he walked over to one of the evidence boards and pinned the names up.

"Luke Renault, Lawrence Riley, Lila Rafferty, Landon Robinson, Lyle Rogers."

"All with the initials L.R.," Seaver pointed out.

"The CIA uses cryptograms like that to assign to non-official cover agents working the same case," Hotch explained.

"So do other foreign countries," Morgan added as he held out one of the documents. "These last five names are covers - spies."

"Wait," Penelope took the document from Morgan and looked at it, her eyebrows knitted together. "No, this isn't right. Do you see these spaces? These shouldn't be there."

Shit. I thought.

"Could it be a formatting error?" Reid suggested.

"No, this is a spreadsheet template," Garcia explained. "Formatting doesn't allow for this. Let alone twice. There are two missing names on here."

"Two other spies whose covers are L.R."

There was a beat of silence before Spencer spoke again. "Lauren Reynolds is dead."

I felt as though my neck could have snapped by how quickly I turned to look at the man. "What did you say?"

"Lauren Reynolds is dead," he repeated, standing up. "Prentiss you said that on a phone call seventeen days ago, but your intonation wasn't surprised or grief. It was like a mantra - like you was reminding yourself. Lauren Reynolds. L.R."

Double shit.

It didn't take long until Morgan looked over at me, saw the color draining from my face, and put the pieces together for himself. He may not have had the memory that Reid did, but the phrases were too similar for him to not recall what he had heard Leah say two weeks ago.

"Lola Ryan was killed," he stated as he met my eyes. I wanted to shake my head, deny any allegations he may throw my way, or say anything that wasn't going to get some of the team to look at me as a traitor, but I had nothing.

"Morgan-"

"Lola Ryan. That's Leah, isn't it?"

"I can explain-"

"Isn't it?" Morgan repeated.

All I could do was sigh as I felt the rest of the team's eyes trained on me. "Yes."

"And you're Lauren Reynolds?"

"Yes."

"So that makes both of you Doyle's targets," Seaver spoke as Hotch moved past me, his hand reaching for the phone in his pocket.

"That's correct too."

"Where's Sloan?" Hotch pulled my attention back to him and I turned to see him holding Leah's phone, gun, and badge. All of which she left behind for a reason.

"She left her badge and gun? Why would she do that?" Morgan asked.

"She can't be a federal agent for what she's about to do," I muttered to myself, almost glad that my words were skipped over.

"It doesn't make sense. Why run? We're her family. We're your family," Spencer reiterated as he turned to look at me once more.

The look of heartbreak and fear was one that I was sure would keep me up at night. "We can help."

"Doyle's killing families," Rossi spoke. "Neither of them is married. Emily isn't close to her relatives-"

"Please don't tell me." Morgan started but I cut him off.