To Solve

Chapter 12: Secrets and Lies

Parker closed the book, placed it on their lap and exhaled slowly.

They didn't like the ending.

"Told you so," Spencer muttered between two coughs, having already read the book.

"You fucking didn't," Parker replied, also between coughs.

The young adult stood up and at the same time threw the book on the table.

They went to the cupboard, grabbed a record and put it in the record player.

Oh, every day

It's a getting closer

"May I ask for this dance?"

"You may."

Spencer took Parker's hand and the couple danced for a short time until their cell phones rang again.

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Albert Einstein said,

"Whoever undertakes to set himself up as judge in the field of truth and knowledge is shipwrecked by the laughter of the Gods."

As soon as the young couple entered the building, they realized that this was not going to be a normal case. The two met Garcia and JJ in the entrance area. And together with the two and three CIA agents Spencer and Parker took the elevator to one of the upper floors.

"We have a CIA escort, okay? It's weird and a little scary. What do you suppose this is all about?", Garcia muttered as the group exited the elevator.

"Call me cynical, but considering it's 2:00 am, I doubt it's good news," Spencer replied.

"You're a genius."

In the conference room they met the other members of the team and other CIA agents.

"The CIA's counterterrorism unit is engaged in a mission to save one of its informants," Hotch began as soon as Parker and the others sat down at the round table. "They suspect one of their agents is a mole, and until the identity of that mole is discovered, they've locked down the unit."

"This gives us the opportunity to profile the UnSub up close. Go ahead," Gideon added.

"Start the video feed," one of the CIA agents told the others.

Two pictures of a man appeared on the screen.

"John Summers was the CIA's best field agent in the Middle East. Three nights ago he was found in his home in Washington. He'd been tortured and murdered."

"CIA made it look like suicide."

The crime scene photos showed Agent Summer tied to a chair (before the CIA changed anything).

"How'd you like to have that job?"

Derek stood up and walked around the table.

"Guys, look at the wound patterns. They come from two distinct angles. Different heights. One's right-handed and one's left-handed. Looks to me like he was tortured by more than two people."

"Hotch, what was Summers working on?" Elle wanted to know.

"Aaliyah Nadir. Had been beaten and sexually assaulted at the hands of her husband, Hassan Nadir–"

Now a photo appeared of Aaliyah with her husband and Hassan alone.

"–That's how Summers flipped her and got her to work for the CIA."