Undercover Murder

One: The Call

She walked along an empty alley, the night's turned cold a few weeks back. She could see her breath as she made her way down to the end stopping in front of a wooden door. She looked back the way she came making sure she wasn't followed. Once she was satisfied she entered the building. The room was filled with computers and people manning them. "Monroe." A deep male voice called to her as she shrugged out of her coat. "What the hell is going on? There's a warrant out for your arrest."

"I know. That's why I called. Gibson, I'm being framed and I can't prove a damn thing cause I was with you." She slammed her bag down on the table closest to her. "It's a load of shit Gibson."

"How many?"

"Three."

Gibson covered his face. He wasn't sure how to react to this. His own undercover was being framed for murder.

"I want you to call some one for me. Get them out here as quick as you can. I can't keep hiding. They'll find me eventually." Monroe pulled a card from he pants pocket promptly handing it over to her handler. "Dr. Spencer Reid. Tell him, say something I'm giving up on you. He'll know what it means. We had an in depth conversation about it just before I went under."

"He knows you're undercover?"

"No, but he'll remember the conversation. Get his team here, whatever it takes. They're the only ones that can help me now." She went to look at the monitors. "It's gotta be one of them. I might be comprised."

* * * * * * * * * * *

Reid had just walked in the office for the morning. He was in a rather good mood today. JJ stopped him at his desk. "Spence, you got a message this morning." She handed him the small piece of paper with the message hastily written on it.

Say something, I'm giving up on you.

"Did they say who it was?"

"No, it was a man. He said you'd understand."

"That doesn't make any sense. I remember having a conversation about the song like six months ago. Ava Monroe, she and I taught a group of prospective profilers. It was a man?"

"Yeah, he didn't say a name just that and he had a message for Hotch."

Reid looked at the paper again going to see Hotch. "JJ said you got a message from the same man I did."

Hotch looked up from his papers to the young profiler. "Yes, it was a city and state. Though I'm not sure what it means."

"You remember that class I taught about six months ago?"

Hotch nodded indicating he remembered.

"I met a girl, a woman. She was helping teach the program. I, uh actually asked her out and she declined effectively blowing me off. We had a conversation about the song Say Something." He was cut off by Hotch.

"Not that I don't like your stories but, do you have a point?"

"Oh yeah. She said the song was a cry for help. JJ said the man who called said I'd know what it meant."

"What was her name?"

"Ava Monroe, she's a field agent."

"Get everyone to the round table." Hotch reached for his phone calling Garcia. "Garcia, can you run a name for me? Ava Monroe. Thanks." He rose from his seat walking into the other room where everyone had gathered. "We may have a case in Little Rock, Arkansas. Reid and I both received messages this morning. Either one of our own is calling for help or we're being set up."

"Wait, you said Arkansas? Something crossed my desk this morning. A case file." JJ pulled a file from the stack she was carrying. "Three people were murdered execution style within the last month. There's a note here saying they know who the Unsub is they just have to find her."

Reid shook his head. "Why send the message then. If they know who killed them?"

A picture popped up on the screen as Garcia called.

"You're on speaker Garcia."

"Ok, the picture on the screen, that's one Ava Monroe. She's a field agent whose been inactive for about six months."

"They think it's her." Reid held up a sketch showing the team. "She's calling for our help."