𝓬𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐲 .ᐟ

01. the smart rat

Quantico, Virginia,

— Gideon. Late-night calls are never a good sign. — It was the first thing said by Morgan when he entered the office, getting rid of his coat when he launched it.

Hotch walked behind him, this one had arrived before anyone else at Jason's call. Gideon being the first to respond to Garcia's call.

— Where is the rest of the team? — Morgan inquired.

— It's just us. — García replied, the sound of her shoes making a presence before his voice or figure.

— Gideon? — Morgan demanded an answer, being dragged out of bed at two in the morning.

— García was the one who called me. —he said that like it was an answer.— We have a rat.

— Physically or metaphorically?

— Worse. —The superior stood up and began to walk, causing the two remaining in the room to follow him.— In a metaphorical way, we would have to get rid of the traitor. Someone entered the system.

— We got hacked? — It wouldn't be the first time but it's still worrisome.  Derek's gaze traveled from Gideon to Penelope.

— They entered the database. — The blonde woman was speaking this time. — Smart enough to enter the FBI, clumsy enough not to avoid being tracked.

—  Princess. At this point I don't think there is any need to be so smart to violate your computer security protocol.

— No, Morgan. They literally went inside. It wasn't my fault.

— Thanks to García we are actually informed. — Gideon mentions.

— What?

— Alarms and cameras were turned off, they entered the premises. The lock in my office doesn't even lock, anyone can have access, every time someone sets foot in the place I get a notification on my phone. I alerted security and informed Gideon.

Gideon opened the door to the interrogation room as he was already there, revealing Hotch inside and sitting across from him a girl.

— There was no need to handcuff her.

— Yes, there was. — Hotch excuses himself. — She doesn't want to talk either.

— Let's see if I understood. — Morgan intervened, for the moment seemed between absurd and funny. — I'm awake at three in the morning, because of a kid?

— She's not a kid.

— I'm not a kid.

Hotch and the girl answered at the same time.

—She looks about Reid's age. — Morgan spoke in her defense. — She is a kid.

— If she came in, it's a threat. — Hotch passes the official report of the girl to Derek and leaves the chair, his place being occupied by the dark-haired man, who stopped to read it carefully, nothing serious, all minor crimes, but still these being responsible for the surprise on the agent's face.

Gideon was already at his side and she could read their expressions. This one had been silent since he entered the room.

—  The craziest thing is her degree. — He points his finger so that he can read it.

— Forensic psychology?

—Ph.D. in forensic psychology, and experienced hacker, should be added to the resume.—Says García.