Cowboy Like Me: Criminal Minds

Minimal Loss

The BAU conference room was thick with tension as the team assembled, all eyes on JJ. The screen displayed a satellite image of a sprawling, fortified compound nestled in the Colorado mountains, with a photo of a man whose face carried a quiet menace—Benjamin Cyrus. His intense stare and charismatic presence hinted at the authority he wielded within the walls of his secluded world.

JJ began, her voice steady but underscored by urgency. "We've been asked to assist in a high-risk situation in Colorado. This compound is home to the Separatarian Sect, led by Benjamin Cyrus. He's been under investigation for suspected child abuse, and yesterday, an informant from inside reported severe harm to multiple children. CPS and local authorities attempted intervention, but Cyrus cut off all communication, barricading himself inside with his followers."

Reid leaned forward, the intensity in his gaze matching the gravity of the situation. "Cults led by figures like Cyrus often depend on isolation and absolute control. Challenging that can make them extremely volatile."

JJ clicked to a second image, showing armed followers near the compound's gates, stoic and unwavering. "It's worse than it sounds. We have reason to believe he's been stockpiling weapons, and he's given signs that if he feels threatened, he's willing to defend his 'flock' by force."

Hotch crossed his arms, his voice calm but decisive. "Our objective is to go in, assess the threat level, and attempt de-escalation. This means going undercover. Reid, you'll go in posing as a social worker, along with Sloane as your partner. Get a feel for Cyrus, assess his grip on his followers, and understand their willingness to act on his orders."

Sloane felt a jolt of nerves and excitement—her first undercover assignment with the BAU, and with Reid as her partner. She caught Reid's eye and saw a flash of confidence there that reassured her. She straightened her posture, ready for the task ahead. "Got it. What's our cover?"

JJ filled them in. "You'll be posing as representatives from Child Protective Services. We're counting on you both to keep things as calm as possible. If there's any sign of trouble, get out immediately."

Rossi leaned back, his gaze serious as he looked at Reid and Sloane. "People like Cyrus often feel untouchable. One wrong move, and we could be looking at a disaster."

They both nodded, understanding the risks. With a final glance at each other, Sloane and Reid prepared to go in. 

At the compound's perimeter, the scene was charged with tension. Tactical units lined the gates, weapons drawn, every officer prepared for potential violence. Sloane and Reid glanced around, absorbing the gravity of their surroundings. JJ watched them from the command center, a mix of worry and trust in her gaze as she briefed them one last time.

She pulled Sloane aside, her voice low and urgent. "You two need to be extremely careful in there. We'll be monitoring as best we can, but once you're inside, there won't be much we can do until you're out."

Sloane nodded, feeling a surge of determination. "We'll get in, assess, and get out. You can count on us, JJ."

Rossi joined them, placing a steady hand on JJ's shoulder before looking at Reid and Sloane. "Remember, no risks. Your safety comes first."

Reid, usually the calmest of the team, offered a small smile. "We'll be back before you know it."

Together, Sloane and Reid approached the gates, adopting their cover identities as CPS agents. The gates creaked open, revealing a courtyard filled with solemn, watchful followers. Their expressions were unwavering, eyes wary but loyal—a testament to the control Cyrus held over them. Reid and Sloane were led down dimly lit corridors until they reached a room where Benjamin Cyrus awaited.