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No Body, No Crime

Leah POV:
4 Months Later

I woke up in a dark room with my hands chained above my head barley touching the ground. I was pretty sure my shoulder was broken by the way it was shaped but I couldn't feel it.

My body had gotten used to the pain, it still hurt like hell but there was nothing I could do so I tried to take my mind off of it.

"Someone's awake." Ian said walking into the room and I rolled my eyes. He walked over grabbing my face. "Drop the attitude love, it won't get you anywhere." He said and let go.

"How long have I been here?" I ask trying to keep my eyes open.

"How long do you think?"

"I don't know I've lost count." I say my head hanging low.

"Then you don't need to know do you." He said leaning against the wall.

"You've had me here long enough just let me go and flee the country."

"Why would I do that? I've gotten my beautiful wife back." He said sarcastically.

"I'm not your wife."

"Hm the document says otherwise." He said.

"A husband wouldn't treat his wife like this."

"A wife wouldn't get her husband locked in a prison either."

"Then we're not married." I said and he laughed.

"Can you just at least let me down?" I ask.

"I'll give you an hour." He said and dropped the chain where I fell straight to the ground.

"Your shoulder looks broken." He said sitting down next to me.

"I wonder why?" I said sarcastically. "I need a doctor Ian."

"You'll be fine." He said and snapped my shoulder back in place. I held my scream in, but it didn't stop the tears. I grab it tightly trying to soothe the pain.

"You know my team will find me right ? And you'll be put away again." I say and he smirks.

"If your team was looking for you they would've found you by know, they already replaced you." He said.

"Your lying."

"I'm not a Agent Charlotte Harris." He said showing me a picture from his phone of her and the team working on a case.

I wanted to cry, scream, my last piece of hope gone. But I made a promise to myself that I would never let him see me cry.

"I hate you." I mumble and he stands up.

"Get used to it." He said and pulled the chains back up to where I was before. Before I could say anything he had already walked out the door.

I was going to die in here and no one would remember me.

Emily Prentiss POV:

"Every lead is another dead end." I say and throw the files across the room.

"I don't understand how? We had him, we had him how did he know we were coming?" Morgan asks looking just as angry as me.

"It makes no sense, how, how, how." I said sitting in the chair thinking of all the reasons he could've known we were coming until I thought of one.

"Morgan."

"What?"

"I'm going to text you something, don't tell anyone and just do what it says ok?" I say and text him something.

To: Derek Morgan
Meet me in JJ's old office don't bring anything with you.

He looked up at me and nodded and we both walked into JJs old office at different times.

"What is it?" He asked.

"There's a rat." I say and he looks confused.

"Think about it every lead we have gotten in the past 5 months hasn't worked it either wasn't true or a dead end. Someone in here is telling Ian our every move." I say and he finally catches on.

"Harris it's gotta be." He says and I nodded.

"Exactly, no one told her Leah's name or if she was dead or alive, she assumed or she already knew. She's been spying on us so we couldn't get to Leah."

"Damn it." He said rubbing his head.

"We don't have any proof,"

"We'll get it, it's been 2 years, it's time she's come home." I say walking out to the office. I had texted JJ and Morgan to meet me in Garcias office when I got there they were already there.

"What's going on?" JJ asks.

"There's a rat." I say.

"What do you mean?" Garcia asked.

"The lead to find leah was another dead end, Ian had already cleared out."

"Damn." JJ said rubbing her face.

"But everything worked out how was he already cleared out?" Garcia asked.

"Harris, it's gotta be, every since she's got here she's been watching us every lead we got failed. She's watching us and reporting back to Doyle." Morgan said.

"Garcia can you pull up her file?" I ask and she nods pulling it up.

"Charlotte Harris, is 34 years old a former member of the sex crimes unit. No this can't be right?" Garcia says.

"What is it?"

"She's from Ireland," She says and I get a closer look at the screen.

"I thought she was from New York?" JJ asks.

"That's where she previously lived but she's originally from Ireland."

"Damn it." I say and walk out the door.

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We had told Hotch and Rossi about our theory with Reid too and they agreed something was off.

"I told you Hotch not to hire someone else." I say sitting at my desk.

"Why would she even help Ian?" Rossi asked and Garcia came running in.

"Whoa slow down there," Morgan said and she handed me the paper.

"What is this?"

"I digged a little deeper on her, that file was a fake. I don't know how I didn't see it before how could she had tricked the FBI?" She starts going on.

"The point Garcia."

"Yes we'll you theory was right, her name isn't Charlotte Harris."

"Then what is it?" Reid asked and I gave the paper to Morgan.

"Delilah Doyle." I say and all of a sudden felt sick to my stomach.

"Her father was brothers with Ian's father shes a part of Valhalla and Ian's younger cousin." Morgan said reading off the paper.

"Hey guys what's going on?" Harris well Delilah walked in looking at all of us.

"What did I miss?" She asked.

"I'll tell you what you missed you lying-" I started walking towards her but Morgan and JJ grabbed me.

"What's your name?" Hotch asked her and she looked confused.

"What are you talking about, you guys  know my name I've worked her the past 5 months."

"What is your name because it isn't Charlotte Harris."

"I don't know what you're talking about?" She said still holding to her lie.

"Delilah Doyle." I said and she dropped her papers. Hotch walked over to her and handcuffed her.

"You can't do this." She said as Hotch was walking her to the interrogation room.

"We can." He said and we followed him to the room.