There will be some case talk through the text, but bear with me, I felt like I had to put in atleast some simply for context so people don't get lost while reading.
3rd Person Pov
BAU jet
Gideon and Reid are sitting opposite one to another in the four-seater playing chess as Emily is sitting on the couch.
"Shouldn't we bring up the intern you said was joining us up to speed? He wasn't at the team briefing." Reid looked up to Gideon.
"No. I don't want to cloud his judgment, he'll figure out stuff on his own, don't worry." Gideon shakes his head.
"Excuse me, sir. I just wanted to let you know how much I appreciate-" Emily spoke up hesitantly but was shortly interrupted by Gideon.
"Do not thank me."
"Sir?" Emily asks in confusion.
"It's not a favor." Gideon monotonously replies.
"Of course. I know that." Emily nods.
"You're coming to do a job." He adds.
"Do you think the interrogation of Jind Allah will work in time?" Reid speaks up.
"Interrogation's the most dynamic form of profiling." Gideon shrugs as a male walks out of the bathroom to sit on the couch. The same one that fit the description of what Garcia had gave that morning, Reid notices.
"That's not an answer." Emily points out, which earns her a look from Gideon.
"Sir." She finishes as Gideon turns back to his game of chess.
"He's been locked away in Gitmo. He doesn't know we raided the cell's safe house. That's an advantage for us. The main thing is to get him talking about anything. Then his language and body movements will betray him. It's like this you focus on the way your opponent holds his piece. How quickly and firmly he places it. Then you watch his face and body. It'll telegraph a player's strategy, his... training, maybe his motivations." Gideon expounds, gesturing to how Reid hesitantly takes Gideon's pawn.
"Unless the player is actually far above the skills his hesitation displays and the nervousness is a result of insecurity due to the mind believing there was a better solution even if there wasn't one." Fran says, to which Gideon glances to him for a second.
"Is that what you need us to do?" Emily rounds back to Gideon's explanation.
"No. I need you to listen. You're fluent in arabic. I won't know the nuances like you. Every word, every phrase. Be on the lookout for subtext, ulterior meanings." Gideon tells Emily.
"What do you want me to do?" Reid follows up.
"I want you to watch for tells. Non-verbals, micro-expressions. Watch him when he's comfortable and relaxed, then note the behavioral changes when he's under stress. If we can establish a baseline, we'll be able to read him once I challenge his belief systems. Before I can get him to give up where or how they'll attack, I'll first have to cause him to reveal something of himself." Gideon spoke.
"And me?" The male asks.
"I want you to think. Like you did at the conference. Figure it out." Gideon replied before looking through the window and then leaning back into his seat.
"Game over." He concludes.
"What are you talking about?" Fran and Reid asks before the plane takes a sharp turn, throwing all of them to the side, as they grip their seats.
"Gitmo's runway is perpendicular to cuban airspace, so approaching aircraft have to negotiate a... Last minute 90 degree right turn in order to land. They call it the Gitmo twist." Gideon finally answers.
"I was winning." Reid complained.
"Actually, he would have had you in three." Emily says.
"Two moves, if you sacrifice the queen instead of the rook." Fran interjects.
"Uh, who exactly are you? Gideon said you're a new intern." Reid glances to the male in confusion.
"Fran Leibner. Yes, I'm an intern. You?"
"Dr. Spencer Reid."
"What field of medicine?" Fran perks up.
"Uh, I'm not an MD. A PhD, actually. Three of them."
"Oh..." Fran nods in realisation. "And you?" He turns to Emily.
"Emily Prentiss."
"Nice to meet you, Agent Prentiss." Fran nods.
"Did you call my school and tell them I'm helping the FBI, sir?" Fran looks over to Gideon, to which the senior agent nods.
"I did. As we agreed, you won’t be marked as absent since it's an internship. We sorted it out with your principal."
Guantanamo Bay
The four soon arrive at Guantanamo, where they're greeted by Andy Bingaman, the intelligence supervisor at Gitmo, who gives then a rundown of the situation before leading them into the room where they can watch the interrogation from with cameras allowing different angles of viewpoints.
"He's reciting the Qu'ran from memory. He's most likely a hafez." Emily observes as they look at the man who sits in only underwear and shackles on a chair.
"He must have done it a dozen times since he's come to this facility." Bingaman tells them.
"Some muslim children are able to do it since age 12." Reid adds.
"Two months of interrogation, that's all the CIA's been able to get out of him." Bingaman sighs.
"There are cuts and bruises under his right eye socket. What kind of tactics are they using?" Reid leans over to get a closer look at the man through the monitor.
"I control the access to the detainees, but I can assure you, my protest about their methods has been ignored." Bingaman shrugs.
"Keep it going, we should wait until tensions are high, come in as a neutralizer." Fran suddenly speaks which earns him a glance from Gideon, his expression unreadable before he nods once.
"Let the interrogation proceed normally. I'm gonna interrupt and demand they stop harassing." Gideon agrees.
"Maybe I should tell them in advance." Bingaman hesitates.
"No, it's better if they don't expect it. The reaction will be more visceral, more believable." Fran stops him.
Later on, the four are on the phone.
"You got Gideon, Prentiss, Leibner and me." Reid speaks into the phone.
"It's Hotch. We're at cell location number 2. No cell members, no lab, no dispersal devices. We're still looking for escape tunnels."
"Call us." Gideon concludes.
"We're running out of time. The attack's supposed to take place in less than 24 hours." Reid points out.
"So getting Jind Allah to talk is our only chance of finding them." Prentiss nods.
"We should give him a bone to fetch." Fran speaks up as Gideon looks at the male.
"Time I confronted him with the truth." Gideon nods in agreement with Fran's idea.
"What are you going to do?" Prentiss asks.
"Show him my hand." Gideon simply replies before going back into the interrogation room.
"I'm going to give you the respect of telling you what just happened. A team of agents raided an omega cell location. Actually, both of them. Our men are in place in Annandale as we speak." Gideon starts talking to Jind Allah.
Fran frowns instantly, leaning closer to the monitor, to take a better look at Jind Allah, which earns him curious looks from the agent and doctor next to him as they can see he's thinking something.
"Get Hotchner on the phone. Now!" Fran suddenly looks at Reid who hurriedly listens, asking why. Fran takes the phone once Reid's call goes through.
"Pull out, it's a trap! It's all gonna explode! Run, now!" Fran orders through the phone. The phone call is cut short as on the either side Hotch orders for everyone to leave and they all start running out the building.
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