Double Agent

Chapter 19

Olivia was with Dig, Hotch, and Jj, they were currently in London. The American Agents leading the way, JJ looked at Hotch and then at Olivia. "When did you two even get back together? Or have times to go on dates?", Olivia smirked, "Shortly after Haley was found out to be a cheater, thief, addict, and ya know. Terrible mom. We got back together. As for the dates, they were very crafty.", Dig and Jj nodded, "I'm not going to apologize for not telling you.", Jj laughed. "I don't expect you to. I just want to know how you hid it for so long.", Olivia smirked, "I'm a spy, Jen. I can hide anything I want to.", the four walked into Scotland Yard and Olivia glanced around, "Watson!", a woman with tanned skin, black hair, and brown eyes turned around, "Well color me impressed! Hexlie, you're back home?", Olivia laughed, "Not home, but I need help.", the woman nodded and the five went into an office. "Hotch, Jj, Dig; this is Frankie Watson, she was moved here about 6 years after I was a liaison. About 4 years ago, I came back for a case. She greeted me and was very helpful on the case. If not for her, I'd probably be dead.", Dig nodded, "Because someone didn't wait on backup.", Liv rolled her eyes, "We've been in contact ever since and when I need help in Europe, she helps me get what I need.", Frankie nodded, "Yes, and when I need someone discreetly investigated or taken out, I ask for Hex.", they smiled at each other before Liv looked at Frankie, "I need to borrow Holmes for a few moments.", Frankie frowned, "Why?", Liv sighed, "An international criminal somehow got out of a gulag in the Russia wilderness and is targeting the team that put him there. He's killed half of the team, I have two of the others under protection of my team, and one of the others is part of the FBI. His name is Ian Doyle, and I need to find him so I can kill him.", the other three looked at her with wide eyes. "Okay, but he's been a bit temperamental since your last discussion.", she shrugged, "Oh well.", Frankie sighed, "And he won't be impressed that you've gotten married.", Hotch. Hotch looked at his wife, "Holmes is a high functioning sociopath with narcissistic tendencies and an addiction to drugs and nicotine. There was no way on any planet we were going to be more than a few tumbles in the sheets.", Hotch clenched his jaw. "He will want to meet alone.", Olivia nodded, "I wouldn't have it any other way. I know he gets uncomfortable with too many people, especially those he will instantly deem lesser than himself. Where is he?", Watson sighed, "Last I knew, he was trying to figure out something at the old museum.", she nodded, "Fine.", and the black haired agent left. "Who is Holmes?", Watson sighed, "It's his nickname. He's like a real life Sherlock Holmes but worse. Sean Kilin is his actual name. He became obsessed with Olivia because he couldn't ever beat her. He deems her one of the few that can meet him on an intellectual level. And, that can be just as emotionless as him.", JJ nodded, "When you say obsessed.", Dig spoke, "They had a light sexual relationship but that was it. It was never romantic, at least not to her. She didn't believe Sean could feel the emotions for it to be romantic. And he can't. But he for some reason was different with her. No, he's obsessed because he has yet to beat her in the game he crafted them.", the other two nodded and Watson sighed, "Do you guys want to go eat? It'll be awhile before she's back.", and the others nodded.

Sean heard footsteps coming up behind him, and he ignored them as he looked at the teapot, the emerald gem, and the bone that had been left at crime scenes. He was trying to figure out why they were connected. How they were connected and why someone thought they were important to him. "Hmm. Surprised you haven't figured it out yet.", he turned, his grey eyes wide. Sean Kilin stood at 5'11, he was very lean, his face was very angular and his eyes were nearly cat like in shape. His hair was a messy of reddish blonde curls, and his frame was almost always covered in dress pants, a button up, and a coat. "Olivia, what are you doing here?", she swallowed, "I need your help.", he farrowed his eyebrows. "What's wrong?", she licked her lips, "One of my friends was found dead near the moors a few weeks ago. I know who killed her. An international criminal named Ian Doyle. He's escaped a gulag and is hunting down those who put him there. He's made it through half of the team responsible for his arrest nearly 15 years ago. I know he's not in Europe any more but I need to see where he stayed. I'm hoping your contact might have seen him.", she handed him a photo. "Hmm.", Sean took a picture of the photo and edited it so it could be better seen and sent it to all his contacts asking if anyone had seen the man recently. She looked at him and tilted her head, "We'll get an answer soon. Now, what do you know about these artifacts?", she smiled, "The first one showed up three weeks ago, the teapot. Next was the bone, and just a few days ago the gem.", he nodded, "Think.", he farrowed his eyebrows before he relaxed, "It wasn't a case. It was a message. From you. You lured me here.", she nodded, "I did. I wasn't sure you'd meet me without a case.", he frowned, "That's absurd. Of course I would have met you.", she swallowed, "I know. I just it needed to be somewhere no one would have thought to find us. The flat, the cafe, the park. We frequented them too much. I didn't want prying eyes.", he smirked, "Not for that reason, Sean. I'm scared what Ian will do to anyone who is searching for him and those they are connected to. I wanted you safe.", he nodded looking over her before looking at the slight indent on her left ring finger. "You're married.", she nodded, "I am. To an FBI agent. He's a very good man.", Sean farrowed his eyebrows, "Aaron Hotchner. You two dated back in the early 90s. When you were both stationed here with Kate Joyner. You dated for just over two years before you broke up and within a year he was married.", she nodded, "Yes.", Sean frowned, "I don't understand.", she softly smiled, "Honestly, I don't either but about a year and a half ago, I was assigned to infiltrate and remove a risk to the FBI, to a specific team. A few months in, his wife was discovered as cheating, using drugs, gambling, and stealing, as well as placing their son in danger. They divorced and I helped ensure she was put in police custody, they put her in therapy. About 5 months ago, a guy named George Foyet nearly killed him, and tricked his ex wife into bringing herself and their son to their old house. Foyet nearly killed her. I attacked him before he could kill her or Jack. I beat him to death with my bare hands and the only thing I cared about was getting to Jack. After the adrenaline wore off, I was rushed to a hospital. I had to get stitches and a blood transfusion. Then I was told I had to go on leave for a few weeks. To get away from the terror that had just happened, Hotch and Jack came with me. We ended up eloping in DC before we went to California and then Hawaii. We've been married for 4 months now.", Sean nodded, "Right.", she frowned, "I won't apologize, Sean. We had some fun times but it never could have been anything more than sex.", he clenched his jaw, his grey eyes filled with tears, "No, it shouldn't have been. I am a sociopath. I know I am. But with you, I feel things Olivia. Love, heartbreak, happiness, worry, concern, hope. All of it. More than I felt when my sister died and my parents left me in an orphanage. You left me because you didn't think I could feel. Admit it.", she frowned, "I left because I knew I couldn't be what you needed, Sean. I'm employed by the FBI, but I still have to listen to the president. I'm not normal. I'm even more messed up than you are. You're human, Sean. Despite a disorder. I'm perfectly normal but trauma and training and experience has made me a monster. Sean, I killed another human being with my fists and I felt nothing for the life I had just taken. I am a horrible human being, Sean. And I couldn't let you get involved with him. I would have only ruined you. Hell, I did ruin you.", he scoffed, "What's the difference between me and the agent you married?", she licked her lips but looked down. The only difference was that Sean Kilin wasn't Aaron Hotchner. "The difference is that my entire heart and soul belongs to Aaron Hotchner, Sean. You know this.", he rolled his eyes, "And how are you going to be able to stay with him?", she tilted her head, "I joined the FBI for him, that's how I'll stay. I'm only here because Ian Doyle has killed my friend and his is threatening someone I see as a sister. If not for that, I wouldn't be here, this would have been interpol, not the American Agents.", he sighed, "Are you happy?", she softly smiled, "I am. Happier than I've ever been.", he nodded, "Then I'm not mad. But if anything happens, I'll be here.", she nodded, "I know.", his phone chimed, "I know where he was staying.", he sent her the address and the two left.

It was nearly daylight when Olivia walked into the hotel room, making the other three jump. "Ian Doyle is in Virginia.", and the group quickly packed and left. None of them questioning the woman as she looked ready to kill.