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Mastermind

Emily's POV:

"Did JTF make the arrests?" Hotch questioned.

"No, the host countries handled that," JJ answered. "The team moved on to the next case."

"If all they did was deliver a profile, how does Doyle even know about them?"

"Well, considering the shadowy nature of terrorist cells, they utilized a skill we don't - infiltration."

"Who was undercover on Doyle?" Reid asked next.

"Leah and I were," I answered. "She made contact with him in Boston to get intel on Valhalla. She posed as a weapons dealer and I was her apprentice."

"Look at how she's dressed," Morgan spoke as he flipped through the surveillance photos of Leah on the day of Doyle's arrest. "She seems awfully comfortable."

"How close did you two get to Doyle as part of your cover?" Hotch questioned.

"I spent a lot of my cover with his staff, gaining their trust and gathering intel that way," I described our assignment. "Leah, well- she ended up married to him."

"Wait married?" Morgan asked and I nodded.

"They told her to do whatever she needed to keep her cover we weren't expecting him to propose and when he did she said yes. They were supposed to send divorce papers after but he never signed them."

"The recon they did on Doyle included a background of all of his romantic relationships," JJ took over for me. "Leah was his type."

As the team digested all of the information that was just thrown at them, JJ and I left the room to allow them to process it on their own.

I knew that there wasn't much JJ could say to make me feel better, but I appreciated her attempts nonetheless. I watched the team through the window of the bullpen, easily able to read each of their faces for the first time.

Morgan's expression was the one that stood out to me the most and it told me everything I would ever need to know about how he felt.

He was disgusted in a way, but his disgust was nothing compared to the betrayal he felt by both me and Leah. I knew that it would take a lot of time for him to ever look at either of us the same.

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Morgan and Rossi had gone off to Leahs apartment to see if they could find anything she may have left behind as a clue.

While they were gone, I was instructed to sit in Hotch's office and not leave. I  knew they were going to watch me like a hawk now and I understood why. The fear that they were feeling was the exact same fear I had been feeling for weeks.

Before much time had passed at all, Morgan and Rossi returned.

Garcia turned her laptop to face the group.

The screen presented some video surveillance of a bar in Boston where Doyle and some of his men were leaving.

"Leah walked into a trap," Garcia said as the video played. "It looks like Doyle got into the SUV, but from this angle, you can see that he didn't. Which I wish Boston would have told me before I started watching it. Sorry again for the screaming."

We watched as Leah approached the second vehicle, firing a semi-automatic into the windows as she walked.

When she was close enough, she threw a smoke grenade into the car. She then made her way to the other side of the car and when she turned around due to something catching her attention, she was shot twice.

Doyle reappeared in the camera's line of sight and approached her who was now laying on the ground before the video ended.

"She threw a flash-bang grenade into a car," Morgan stated. "She's lucky the three people inside didn't die. Is anybody bothered by that?"

"Well, three bad guys," Rossi argued.

"Leah has to be as ruthless as Doyle is. It's the way it's always been where he's involved," I added, though Derek's eyes only narrowed at my words.

"Well, if you had just told us what was going on from the beginning, we wouldn't be watching her do this," he retorted, his anger over the whole situation seeming to burst out anytime I had something to say.

"If I told you from the beginning, there's a chance that you would be dead right now. I'm sorry for valuing your life over the illegal actions of my friend," I fired back.

"He's come to the U.S. to wage a public vendetta and hired a group of mercenaries to remain loyal to him," Reid interjected the argument, placing a hand on top of mine in an attempt to calm me down. "He has nothing to lose, so she has to act the same way."

"So, how did Doyle know she was waiting for him?" Rossi asked, pushing the conversation onward.

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

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

"Let me talk to him," I pleaded, directing my request toward the unit chief.

"Absolutely not."

"But I know him, he'll listen to me," I made the attempt to argue.

I knew then and there that I couldn't leave Leah alone to deal with Doyle. By herself. I had to get away, which was going to be hard considering they were watching me like a hawk.

I made the excuse to go to the bathroom they nodded as I went towards the bathroom doors, I went to the stairs instead basically running down them.

I got into my car and drove to the place where this all began. Boston.